The One Direction Infection (A One Direction and zombie fanfiction) COMPLETED

Chapter 9

Courtney

I peel my eyes open and see three glaring faces above me, belonging to josh, ivy, and Logan. Dru is standing behind Logan, her hands tied behind her back, with Logan holding the rope like a leash. Josh bends over and easily lifts my battered body out of the car trunk and ivy slams it shut for him. I swing around in his arms like a child, my head falling back as I struggle to keep it up. My whole body hurts from being thrown around in the back of the vehicle.  

"It's okay baby girl, you can sleep. You're safe." Josh coos into my ear as of he were lulling a toddler to sleep.

"Safe! SAFE! You took me away from all I've ever truly loved and I'm safe!! Your a sick person! I HATE YOU!! Put ME DOWN NOW!!" I scream, directing all the fury that I could manage at that point.

"If you wish you spoiled, ungrateful witch!" He replies, only he didn't say witch, if you know what I mean.

He throws me on to the ground and looks at me writhe in pain under his feet. He raises his right foot and delivers several quick blows to my abdomen.

"You happy now?" He asks me with a smirk.

"Ecstatic!" I reply sarcastically through gritted teeth.

I struggle to rise to my feet and fall back to the ground groaning. I look up and see a flash of sympathy pass over Ivy's features.

"Oh! She's had enough!" She exclaims, pulling me up by my elbows, holding me up while josh ties my hands behind my back, same as Dru's . Then the three of them corral us into one of the finest hotels of all of San Francisco. We step into the lobby and see a girl with black hair and dark eyes, tan skin. She looks to be of Spanish descent somewhere along the line.

"Hey Logie Bear!" She squeals, running to into Logan's arms in a hug.

"Lizzy! I've missed ya!" He says with a grin.

"So. These are the prisoners?" She says with a uninterested look.

"Yep." Ivy says with a devilish grin.

"PRISONERS!" Dru shrieks angrily before going back into her silent state.

"It's what you are now sweetheart." Logan says in a sickly sweet tone.

"This is ridiculous you guys! Why are you doing this!?" I stammer out, feeling my knees grow weak underneath the weight of my small frame. 

"Why not? You are the first people we've met that have guts. You're too valuable to kill off." Josh replies with a smirk and a shrug.

"What are you gonna do with us?" I probe.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Lizzy asks me.

"It's the only way to get answers." I say meekly, looking at my now battered shoes.

"Well cut it out, it's bugging me!" She replies with a mean laugh.

"Aw lay off!" Josh says, scratching the back of his head.

"Whatever. Lets just get upstairs before one of those singing faggots follow us!" Lizzy replies sharply, turning on her heel and leading us to the staircase. "Elevators out." She explains.  

We start to climb, and by the time we reached the third floor, I had fallen twice, hit my head on the railing once, and managed to take two minutes to climb ten steps.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Josh exclaims, stealing me into his strong arms. He runs up the stairs to catch up with the others, who have long since abandoned us. He runs up 12 flights of stairs, jostling me around in his arms, until we finally reach the top floor, floor 15. The others have already appeared to already let themselves in, and they left the door open for Josh and I. He walks into the presidential suite. He kicks the door closed behind us.