Once they walk outside Zayn looks to me, "Are they stupid?" He asks.
"They could need help." I said looking out the window. "And aren't you supposed to help people."
"Yes, I get a lot of hands on with people," He said breathing out, "especially when they are in distress and need something you have." He said looking at me.
I look at him and meet his eyes, "Not everyone's the same." I said not knowing how else to defend them.
"In these situations, would you take the risk?" He asks pushing his hair back with his hands.
I continue looking at him, "You're right." I said suddenly, what if they are bad, Niall and Michael could end up dead because I had faith in humanity. "We need to go out there." I said starting to stand up.
Zayn pulls my arm down. "The car isn't going to pass for another five minutes, if they keep following the pattern." He says looking out the window.
"What if they stop this time?" I ask him.
"You and me will walk out as soon as they do." He says assuring me again. "There is no point in going out there now and arguing for five minutes." He said calmly.
I sigh and sit back, "You were going to Fort Benning too?" I ask trying to pass the time.
"Yeah, we had stopped in this town for snacks, it was on the way to the airport, that's where Niall was and about three others that turned." He said looking back at me for a moment and looking back. "Liam, was talking to the cashier when he tried to kill him, there was an old lady, and a girl I was talking to." He said finishing his story.
"A girl?" I said confused. "Did she turn?" I asked curiously.
He kept his eyes on the window but I could still see his expression, "No. The old lady-" He stopped to clear his throat, "the old lady killed her." He said rubbing his eyes.
"Did you know her?" I asked going closer to him.
"Yeah, something like that." He said clearing his throat.
"What-" I started than stopped, "is that the car?" I asked getting closer to the window.
"Looks like it." Zayn said standing up.
"Is it stopping?" I ask him as he extends his arm to help me.
"I think so." He said walking over to the door with his hand on the knob. "Tell me if they stop." He told me.
I look out the window and watch the small silver car inch closer and closer to the house, the car pulls into the yard coming to a full stop as both doors open. "They stopped." I said walking over to Zayn.
"Let's go then." He says as he opens the door and steps down the porch steps. I look at the car trying to see who it is, but with my eyes trying to adjust all I see are stilettos of two people.
"Hey, how are you two?" Zayn asks charmingly as he walked over to the truck where the rest of the group was standing. Liam turned his head slightly but didn't falter.
As I got closer to the truck my vision improved and I noticed there was a scrawny woman looking around 30 and a tall man looking around the same age. "We were just stopping by, didn't think there was anyone still alive here." The man said smiling. My focus was on the woman I saw her reach behind her back as the man had said something.
I feel my blood run cold. "Yeah, us either." Liam says smiling. "Do you need anything?"
"Actually," The lady says. "you could give all your supplies." She says threateningly.
"I'm sorry?" Michael says standing slightly in front of me.
"I think you should go." Niall tells them.
"Not until you give us your supplies." The man says losing his smile.
"We're just trying to stay alive, just like you." Zayn said putting his on the side of the truck and gripping the edge.
"Yes, well, we need your supplies to live." The man says simply.
Mikey reaches back for his gun and I grab his arm stopping him. "What makes you think we would just give you our supplies?" Michael asks.
"Well," the girl pulls out her arm from behind her back holding a gun, "if you don't I kill you." She says with a wicked smile. "Or I could kill your little girlfriend." She said moving the gun slightly over. Niall's shoulders tense up and he moves over in front of me.
"Liam, help me get them their supplies." Zayn says looking at Liam and smiling.
Liam looks at him with a crazy look, "Liam the supplies." Zayn nods to something in the bed of the truck and winks.
"Yeah, sure." Liam answers back with a small smile. Zayn something small and slender putting it through his belt and grabbing the gas can, while Liam grabs the bag full of medicine.
"What are you doing?" I ask as they walk behind me.
"Trust us." Zayn whispers as he passes.
"Hurry up." The man says harshly.
Zayn and Liam walk over to them, Liam walking towards the girl, Zayn towards the guy. As they get closer to them Zayn trips on nothing and drops the can. "Sorry, mate." He says bending down to pick it back up. "I'm so clumsy." He says reaching for what he placed in his belt.
The man groans and the gun is still pointed in his direction. "Hurry up." When Zayn stood back up I saw the knife he was holding in his hand.
"What if he gets shot?" I whisper to Niall.
"They know what there are doing." He said back to me only trying to calm me, but I could see that he was tense.
"What is that?" Liam asks squinting his eyes passed them. When they both look away the girl shifts her arm slightly and the gun is no longer pointing at Zayn. Zayn takes this opportunity to take the knife and lodge it into the man's outer thigh.
The man screams out in pain grasping his leg as Zayn tries to retreat. "Richard!" The woman cries picking the gun back up pointing it toward Zayn. Liam pushes her arm as she fires missing her target, but hitting Richard in the arm.
Liam grabs the gun to see how many bullets were left in the chamber. "It's empty." He said throwing it to the side.
The man has fallen down and the woman rushed to his side. She was crying and saying his name softly.
Michael turned around his face whiter than his shirt, "Did you hear that?" He asked grabbing my arm and pulling me back.
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Okay. Sorry for the cliff hanger. But jeez. This chapter was originally only 500 words. Now it's 1201 words. Like wow. Did I add detail or what. Also I added more dialogue, because what's a story without dialogue. And anyway. Are we a little more freaked out or no.? Mainly because most of you know what's going on in funky town. Idek. I apologize. Okay. Bye.
