George Shelley & The End of the World

Chapter 3

*OLIVIA'S P.O.V* 

I walked slowly into the vast warehouse. It was amazing, so much better than my crappy old shelter. There were 2 floors, freezers and cupboards that he mostly used for food even though there was no electricity. A single bed, with a cover on! Pictures scattered on the walls and floor of who I presumed to be his family and friends. One picture of him and 3 boys caught my eye, it was in a frame and stood up beside his mattress, I swear I've seen them all before! 

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang as George rattled the door handle a few times before securing it. Then, he gave me a quick glance before picking up a plank of wood by the wall and fitting it infront of the door for extra protection. He had everything! 

"So... Oliva..." He muttered, trying to make conversation with me as he walked towards me, hands in pockets. I just stared at him. So many of my questions still hadn't been answered and he just says that!? Seriously!?

"How did you survive? How did you find me? How come I've never seen you around before? I swear I recognise you from somewhere but I don't know where? H-..." I was cut short from blabbering as he started to chuckle to himself. 

"Listen, I'll explain everything to you. Take it easy! I'm just as shocked as you are that there's another  survivor! First, let's get you warm." He smiled and took hold of my wrist before leading me over to his mattress. I sat down on it, it was so so much comfier than my scrappy piece of shit. He grabbed his duvet and wrapped it around my shoulders before getting up again. 

"Brown or white?" He asked, going to the back of the large room. "What?" I replied, whipping my head round to face him. He was knelt next to a small table, a plastic knife in his hands with two loaves of bread and a jar of jam on the table. Oh. 

"White, please?" I stuttered and he nodded. How come he had everything!? I hadn't had the choice of white or brown, I hadn't had a massive shelter with a comfy mattress, what made him so special? 

He came back round to me, holding a jam sandwich out to me. I smiled, my mouth watering at the food before taking it from him. "Thank you." I sighed, before digging in. He giggled and sat on the floor, cross legged and facing me. He watched my every move intently, it made me feel slightly uncomfortable but I had food so I didn't really mind!

I swallowed the last bite of the amazing sandwich before turning my attention back to George, who was still sat looking at me. Right, I'm going to find out everything. 

"Ask away." George smiled, as if reading my mind. I blushed and let out a laugh, then I stopped. That was the first time I'd laughed since all this happened. Wow. 

I cleared my throat before speaking again. "Okay, first... How did you survive!?" I couldn't help but sound shocked. I know I was in the same situation and even I didn't know how I had. 

"Well, I don't really know how to answer that! I have no idea to be honest. I just got lucky I guess, same as you. I didn't get infected by the disease, whereas my friends and family did," He paused for a moment, looking down to the floor as if fighting back tears. I sighed, and he looked back up. "Sorry, erm. Yeah, and when I saw what it was doing to people, the disease, I came here. I knew from the first sign that it would be a zombie apocalypse, I'm sort of a nerd in that business. I grabbed all the supplies and food I could and came here. It used to be a factory I think." He said, looking around the open space. 

"Right, well that was clever I guess." I smiled, and he laughed. "Yeah, I guess!! So, my turn, how did you survive?" He asked, smirking slightly. "Erm, no! I'm asking the questions here!" I smiled and shook my finger at him as if to tell him off, he just chuckled and raised his hand in a gesture for me to ask. 

"Second, How did you find my shelter? How did you know someone was in there?" I asked, trying to hide 2 questions in 1 go, it worked as he didn't seem faced by it at all. 

His tongue slid over his lips, his teeth biting down on them slightly as he thought for a minute. "I'd seen a boy run out of there, about a month ago," 

My heart sank. Jacob. 

"So, I wanted to follow him. But, I didn't want to distract him either, he seemed to be doing something important. So I decided to wait until he returned and go straight over there, but he never returned. So, I presumed there was nobody else in there because; 1, I didn't expect to see one person, never mind two! And second, there was no movement the day after. But then, earlier, I saw those zombies banging at your door, trying to get in. That's when I knew there was someone in there, so my instinct was to go and help you." He answered, he looked slightly relieved to get it off his chest. 

I just smiled and nodded, brushing away a tear in my eye before it could fall. But, he still noticed. "I'm sorry, did I say something!?" He asked, concern and worry filling his voice. He sat up and sat next to me on the bed, wrapping an arm around me and the duvet. 

I just shook my head, but I couldn't resist hugging into him... for comfort of course. "It's just... T-That boy you saw, he was my b-best friend. J-Jacob!" His name came out in a cry, more tears streamed down my face, despite all my efforts of wiping them away.

"I'm so sorry!" George generally sounded sorry and guilty, he had no need to be. What happened had happened, and it wasn't George's fault in any way. I sniffed and sat back up, his hand dropping to the mattress as I wiped my eyes and put on a fake-ish smile. 

"Next question... I recognise you from somewhere. You and your friends, but I can't remember where!" I whined, I pointed to the picture of George and the 3 other boys I had seen before, George's eyes followed my hand and his eyes instantly fell to the floor. 

He sniffed and ran his hands through his hair before bringing his right hand down and biting his nail. "They're my band. My best friends. We were called Union J, on the X Factor just last year." He paused, sniffing again. His eyes were glassy with tears that just wouldn't fall. 

The moment he said "Union J" I instantly remembered, I'd watched them on X Factor a few times, and loved them. But, now it was my turn to feel guilty as a tear escaped down his cheek, he snorted slightly and instantly wiped it away in disgust. 

"We had such a bright future... Our first single hadn't even been released yet but the record company new it would be a hit. I guess, we'll never know now. Everything changed so quickly. I know that JJ caught the disease, and Josh and Jaymi refused to leave his side, resulting in them getting it too. I should have stayed with them. Died together. But no, I had to be a fucking coward and leave them!" George's tear - clogged voice soon turned into a yell as he got angry with himself. More and more tears flowed down his face. 

"It's okay to cry, you know." I whispered, pulling him towards me and embracing him in a warm hug. His arms wrapped around my waist as he cried into my chest, my fingers played with his hair as my other hand rubbed up and down on his back. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered, still hugging him. He lifted his head up to meet my gaze, his eyes now puffy and red. The tough, fearless boy that had saved me only an hour ago had now disappeared. "Don't be. Stuff happens I guess." He sniffed, wiping his eyes. 

Yeah. Stuff happens. But it all happens for a reason. What was the reason that me and George were the last humans on Earth?