Dead Love...(1D Zombie Apacolypse World War III)

Chapter 8: Burn

I smirked arrogantly as I leaned up against the truck. We had pulled into a abandoned rest stop and I sent the boys in, a can of Lysol each, and decided to wait out at the truck. Max whined and shuffled in the back of the truck. I shot him a glare.

"Watch it, or you'll be next." I threatened, my tone making him lay down quietly, not another sound after that. My shoulder started throbbing.

There was a long silence, it wasn't exactly comfortable,  for them....He-he-he.

Truth be told, this is all unnecessary, well, in a twisted way. This is painful punishment for the boys for:

a.) not minding the rules.

b.) not having good judgement

c.) not using a condom.

I mean we seriously don't need baby direcioners running around like wild ones in the midst of a burning Apocalypse. My rambling thoughts were interrupted by a series of high pitched squealing, hissing, growling, and slight yelps and screams.

"OH SHIT!! AHH!!!"

"OWW!!!!!"

"AH-OW-OW-OW-OW!"

"FUUUCKK OUUUCCHHHH DAMMIT!!"

"MOTHER OF GOD-OWWWWW!!!"

I couldn't hold it back, the pain of my flexing diaphram, the laughter bubbling up, I let loose. Howling with laughter, I gripped the tailgate for support and held my wheezing chest. "Oh! Jesus Christ, this is hysterical!!!" I gasped. Then I heard a tenative Zayn yelp out,

"How long do we keep it on!?"

I paused, thinking for a moment, before smirking deviously, at the same moment my shoulder went numb.

"THIRTY MINUTES!! REMEMBER THIS ISN'T JUST HELPING YOU PHYSICALLY, IT'S HELPING YOU LEARN YOU'RE LESSON!" I reminded. "GRIT YOUR TEETH AND BARE THROUGH THE PAIN!" I then broke off snickering. There was another series of hisses before I sat on the tailgate.

"That's a cruel joke." A voice murmured. I gasped and jumped, my lips tilted into a frown, realizing who my sudden company was.

"You don't listen do you? Thirty minutes, Styles." I quoted. He shrugged.

"I wore a condom, and did your punsihment. I'm clean." He admitted. I bit my lip, but couldn't fight the stupid smile that crossed my lips. His gorgeous green eyes fell on my shoulder and nearly bugged. "The fuck is wrong with your arm!?"

I felt warm hands, gently graze my arm before gingerly wrapping around it and inspecting my shoulder. I looked over an nearly threw up. It was festering and infected,there were a few parasites squirming around in the tangle of meat and tendons. "Oh shit."

"You must have got it while you and Amy were fighting." He hypothesized. I shot him a sour look, not really wanting to here the mention of that name.

"I did. She bit me. Shit, I really need to get this cleaned up." I cursed, standing up and jumping to the tool box. I retreived an first aid kit and my spoils from robbing (correction: salvaging) a Walgreen's and a Rite Aid.

I opened up a clean pair of sterilized tweezers and tried to pick out the parasites. Many a time I missed and the sharp point of the tweezers plunged deep into the meat and eventually I had a stream of blood travelling down my ivory skinned arm.

"DAMMIT!" I threw down the tweezers in defeat. Harry scanned to wound and assessed it. He emptied the contents of the first aid box and left to a water hose. When he returned it was filled with water. I let my eyes wander over his body and my eyes nearly fell out of my head as I realized he was shirtless.