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"Grace?" I heard a quiet voice calling for me in a soft tone. I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened them, spotting a concerned Niall.
"You okay?" He asked as he stroke my hair.
"Yeah, I am." I replied, my eyes going to the four boys standing by the door.
"Thank god." Louis whispered as he ran his hand through his hair. Niall's hand went from my hair to my forehead.
"No fever, Liam."
"Any weird marks on neck or chest?" Niall's eyes wandered from my neck to my chest, searching for these marks.
"Nope. Nothing." All of them exhaled as their tensed shoulders relaxed.
"Why should I have fever or marks?" I questioned with my eyes fixed at Liam. He seemed to feel uneasy answering the question but I had to know.
"Chris stabbed you with a knife that had been in contact with the infected. We didn't know if you would turn into one or not so we had to tie you up and-" I looked down on my arms and they really did tie me up so I couldn't get up from the bed. If I turned into a walker, I wouldn't be danger to them.
"Can you now untie me? It's very tight." I chuckled as I tried to calm my muscles so the rope wouldn't be so tight around my wirsts and ankles.
"I told you that it was too tight! Her wrists and ankles will be bruised because of this bullshit." Harry swore and gave Louis a harsh look.
"Well, sorry for trying to keep us safe." Louis raised his hands in defense and walked out of the room, Zayn following him. I watched Harry nodding his head towards the door while his eyes were on the two other boys, soon Niall and Liam followed the two other boys out of the door. Harry didn't say anything as he walked towards my bed, sitting down at the edge of it.
"I'm sorry." His hands were on my ankle, untying me.
"It was for your own safety, don't be sorry." I looked at him as he reached for the other ankle, his long fingers working on the knot.
"Still. We could have locked the door instead of doing this." His fingers traced over the bruises and I blushed as I got chills over the touched skin but he didn't seem to notice it. He hadn't looked me into the eyes since he came in which made nervous.
"Are you scared of me?" He slided up so he could remove the rope from my wrist. I didn't expect the question which caused me to stutter a no.
"It's okay if you are. I mean, I killed someone right infront of your eyes." He laughed and looked up to me. There was no regret in his eyes, no sadness, nothing.
"You don't regret, do you?"
"No. He deserved to die."
"How so?" My eyebrows were furrowed as I watched him finally free me so I could move again.
"He-" He took a deep breath and lowered his head. "It's a long story." He added, probably wanting to avoid having a conversation about Chris.
"I think we got time." I tried to persuade him.
"Grace, I-"
"I think that I deserve to know. I mean, he stabbed me." I cut him off and his jaw clenched as I mentioned my wound. He seemed to give in since he laid down next to me, his arms crossed behind his head.
"Don't interrupt me." He ordered before he started to talk.
"Well, Chris is Louis' older brother-"
