Live (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

The Letter

A/N: SEAN STOP READING

Hi! This chapter is one of the longest I have written in the book so I hope you like it!

Oh, and this chapter has quite a bit of detail about violence and such so don't say I didn't warn you! ;)

Eva's POV

I got into town and those things were everywhere. Walking nowhere in particular in all different directions. I couldn't comprehend what was actually happening. What was this? A disease?

I stopped the car and just sat there, watching them. Watching what they did, how they moved. I studied them, examining every detail to try and figure out what I was dealing with.

That's when I finally got it. Zombies. Walkers. I'd seen it in the movies before but how could it be real? How could it have happened?

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY, HELP! PLEASE, SOMEBODY"! My head snapped towards the source of the screaming. It was a woman, she looked cornered by a bunch of walkers.

"Shit" I muttered as I started the engine up again. I opened the door and rested one foot on the tarmac as I stood up and started to wave frantically.

"Over here, get over here"! I shouted and the woman's gaze fell onto me.

She went for it. Pushing two out of the way so she could run out. I thought she could make it. That was when one of them grabbed her right shoulder and bit into it. She let out a blood curdling scream as she fell to the ground, blood streaming from her neck and shoulder. Her eyes wide but I knew she was gone. Four walkers pounced and began to feed on her. The rest were coming for me.

I got back into my car, scarred by the events I had just witnessed and drove.

I drove past so many, keeping my eyes out for any living humans. I found none. I finally got to my parents' road.

"Please be OK, please be OK"! I hoped.

I pulled into the driveway and parked whilst praying to God they were still alive. I got out of the car and ran to the front door which was locked - that was a good sign.

There was a metal pole on the floor that looked to be the one that my dad used to use to hold the garage door open whenever he worked on the car. I took it and held it firmly, ready to use it as protection if necessary. 

I rang the doorbell so they would know it was me. After all, zombies don't ring doorbells, they just go ahead and knock. There was no answer.

I ran around the house, climbed over our tall gate and got into the back garden. I stopped abruptly at what I saw.

"No, no...no"! I was almost crying.

There, strewn across the grass was my neighbour, Darren. A father to Timmy and a husband to Natalia. He was lying next to our old barbeque which my dad had obviously gotten out for tonight. I could see his bite mark on his arm just below his elbow. From what I'd seen in the movies the people who were bitten turned into a zombie soon after. I wasn't sure whether it was going to happen but I was worried about how soon.

I looked at our glass patio doors, glass lay shattered everywhere. I took one last look at Darren before I stepped into the house. Everything was silent.

I crept into the kitchen and yelped at the zombie that lay with its head rested on a cupboard and its legs trapped under the fridge which had fallen in top of it...or been pushed.

It wasn't moving so I assumed it was really dead now. To my relief it wasn't anyone I knew so I continued searching the house.

I got to the upstairs rooms where my old room used to be. I could hear a faint whimpering coming from the bathroom. I wasn't sure whether walkers made that noise so I hoped it was a human.