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                              Anyways, ZAYNS TWEET HURT ME IN 57298473 WAYS OMFG IM SCREAMING OKAY????? Anyway, here's your update. 
                              LOUIS IS NOT A FUCKING DAD OKAY
                              ZERRIE BROKE UP
                              ITS BEEN A LONG DAY
                              Enjoy assfuckers. 👻
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                              Day 71 
                              Zayn continued to sharpen his knife as Liam fixed Nialls injuries the next day.
                              "Will you get me the alcohol, Zayn?" Liam asked. "No." Zayn sharpened it harder. "Zayn, there's no need to-"
                              "TO WHAT?!" Zayn slammed the knife into the wooden floor and it stuck. Niall jumps and Austin grabbed the alcohol for him. 
                              "You look pretty beat up, kid." Liam frowns and wipes some cuts off. "My mum... She..." Niall whispered holding back tears. 
                              "Look, we're headed to America. You are more than welcome-" "Liam, you can't be making decisions like this. I don't want him here with us. I barely wanted Austin!" Zayn hissed.
                              "All in favor of keeping Niall?" Liam asked and they all raised their hands. 
                              "You bastards." Zayn growled and grabbed his longer and walked upstairs.
                              "What's his problem?" Niall asked quietly. "He's just... His boyfriend..." Liam sighed. "Oh." Niall simply said. 
                              "Do you believe he's still alive?" Niall asked. "Who? Zayns boyfriend?" Liam asks back. Niall nodded and Liam have the boys a look.
                              "He could be.. I mean-" "You don't think he is, do you?" Niall asked. Liam bit his lip and shook his head no. 
                              "Then why are you looking for him?" Niall asked again. "Zayn is our way to America. He's our fighter you could say. He is probably the best killer ever." Harry said putting a bandage around Nialls knee.
                              "So you are using him?" 
"Not necessarily.." Liam shook his head. 
                              "Oi, I'm gonna check on Zayn." Louis said. Louis walked upstairs as they talked and saw Zayn on the balcony. 
                              "Hey, mate." Louis said as Zayn smoked a fag and looked out at the creatures walking around. 
                              "On a normal day, kids would be playing. Birds would be chirping. Grills would be burning," Zayn flicked the cigarette out and looked at Louis. 
                              "Yeah. Now kids are dead, birds are half dead, and grills are literally covered in blood." Louis said and Zayn sorta snorted at the comment. 
                              "Kinda funny how I pictured this perfect life with my family. Now everyone but Alec is dead." Zayn said and Louis bit his lip.
                              "I can't say I know how you feel... But I do know if I lost Harry, God knows what I'd do to myself." Louis sighs.
                              "He's alive. Alec is because he's strong and I know he can fight through this mess." Zayn nodded. 
                              "You're strong too. Everyone has emotion, Zee. Rather you wanna show it. Why do you really hate Niall?" Louis asked.
                              Zayn rarely shows emotion. But anytime he did it was to Louis. 
                              "He... He looks so much like Alec. If his teeth were crooked then I'd believe it was him." Zayn nodded. 
                              "You know, you remind me of that one member of the band who decides to leave and do their own thing." Louis said randomly and Zayn chuckled.
                                      
                                   
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The End (Ziall Horlik)
Mystery / ThrillerWhen surviving is all you've done for months, you forget how to actually live. When running is all you've done for months, you forget how to walk. When the dead is all you're used to seeing for months, you forget what a human looks like. When hatin...
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  