Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 34.

My door slams behind me as I make my way over to where the other cars now join us on the side of the train station that used to be filled with people everyday; people going on with their normal lives, having jobs and families to look after, and not as in keeping them from being bit by freak dead people.

I stand with my arms crossed, waiting for the rest of my group to join me by my side. I watch as my friends make their way over to where I stand. The train station isn't big, a long rectangular building filled with small shops and things.

Jackson walks with Carly, a humongous smile on his face due to the gorgeous girl he has the pleasure to even look at, striding by his side.

Niall stands near me, his gun in the hand that doesn't snake it's way around my waist. His eyes follow my gaze to where I watch my brother, walking with the redhead, her hair glowing in the morning light. Niall's eyes, basically just holes in his head, watch my brother; just like one he used to have.

He squeezes my waist tightly before tearing his eyes away, and leaning his head down, his lips just brushing my ear softly.

"It's okay to care." His raspy, Irish voice soothes my brain and sends shivers down my spine. "Make every moment count, 'cause one day he'll be gone. We all will."

My eyes don't leave Jackson as he makes his way over to the station, and an aroma finds its way up to my nose, just as it does to every other.

The only way to explain it was like death, the horrible scent stinging my eyes and allowing tears to escape them quickly.

My hand reaches up and covers my nose without question, looking around to see my friends all being hit with the realization as well.

"What the fuck is that?" Steven asks, his hand covering his nose similarly to the way I am, before leaning to the side to heave and cough up the air that's fled to his lungs.

"I think it's coming from inside." Emily struggles to respond, God forbid let her get anymore of the air into her lungs. One of her arms links in Steven's and her other finger points menacingly towards the inside of the train station behind where I stand.

Harry tucks his nose under his shirt, protecting it from the deadly smell, "let's go find out."

The group follows Harry's lead, also bringing the thickest clothing they have up to their nose before slowly pacing and stalking up to the door.

"I don't like this." Grey announces from very closely behind me, his palm grazing my back.

"I don't like you." Louis sputters back, theoretically sassing him to space.

Niall chuckles in front of me where he creeps just behind Harry, along with Liam somewhere to the left of me.

Harry stops at the door, turning around with one hand resting on the frame, his green eyes bright against his dirty white shirt beneath them.

His eyes question us if we're ready to see what foul evil that could have possibly made a smell THIS bad.

With a simple nod of heads, Harry opens the door and sticks up his pistol quickly, a million walkers potentially staring right back us, if not worse.

Without a word or sudden movement, Harry turns to the side and begin to empty whatever small amount of food from the night before from his stomach. He heaves and sputters, the sound just making me want to vomit myself; let alone the smell.

Diverting my attention away from Harry, my eyes find what the certain cause of his bizarre vomiting is before us.

Tons of people; too many to count. Piled upon each other over and over, dead, but not walking. Every single one of them shot right in the brain, square on above and between the eyes.

A message on the wall, written by hand in blood, drips eerily dried up and turning a dark maroon color; this didn't happen shortly ago.

"KARMA" the wall reads, and you could almost hear the spirits of those who lay upon us whisper it in your ear.

Flies buzz all around the people who didn't quite make it through where we are now; what the world is now.

"What is this?" Zayn asks curiously, his voice small and weak to the great history in the room.

"Suicide pact." Jackson tells him before turning and walking out the door bluntly, leaving the bone-chilling words to run up and down our spines.

One by one people decide to exit the room, only letting in another cold gust of air and another soul to wander out.

I exited the building into the cold winter air again, the stench of the dead bodies staying in my nose well after I'd already gotten far enough away to lose it.

By no time we were back on the road again, another hour and fifteen minutes before we reach, what we hope to be our final destination; London.

The snow still slowly drifts to earth, the ground not cool enough to actually allow it to stick to earth.

It must be only around 7:30 now, the sun lighting up the earth; just behind the grey snowclouds that had formed overnight, illuminating the area with a bright white light.

Niall guides me to the jeep and opens my door for me before I hop in and wait for our other two front passengers to join us shortly.

"You guys ready?" Perrie asks as she turns over to buckle her seat belt.

"As we'll ever be." Niall tells her with a sad smile before draping his arm over my neck and squeezing my shoulder comfortingly.

Soft music begins to play throughout the car, an old indie band Zayn had recovered a mixtape from, called "Of Monster's And Men", wherever the poor people may be now.

I focus on the scene out my window, the music soothing my ears, Niall doing the same beside me as his arm stays draped over my shoulders like a curtain and he hums the tune of the music beautifully.

The snow gets heavier as our journey continues on, and the big skyscrapers of London come to view; but only what's left of them.