Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 35.

"You're fucking kidding me." Niall whispers to himself as he gapes at the fallen city before us.

Buildings torn apart by the top, holes in most of the sides of them and rubbish covering the streets.

"You seeing this?" Steven speaks into the walkie-talkie that sits on the seat next to me.

"Wish I wasn't." I speak back, my eyes not leaving the sight in front of me. "What do we do?"

The fuzzy voice through the walkie-talkie returns, but it was Liam's this time.

"Still worth exploring. Can't see much from here."

I nod my head at the boy's response, even though he can't see me do it, earning a 'got it' from Grey and Steven as well.

As we enter the city, the whole idea seems more pointless. All that's left is dirty streets and broken buildings.

"It's quiet." Grey speaks into the walkie-talkie again, making me nod eerily. "Stay on edge." Steven tells us, calming my nerves just the slightest bit.

The further we enter South London, the quieter and creepier it got, the once busy city now a ghost town.

Niall sighs loudly from beside me, reminding me of just how crappy of an idea this was. "I saw something." Jade's voice now echoes through the small box; Liam must have given her the walkie-talkie to her in order to focus on the road.

The truck that Liam was now leading in makes a left on the street before us, taking us further into the urban maze.

"Shit." Grey's panicked voice echoes into the speaker. "We got company, we're gonna need to speed this up a bit." I turn around in my seat, looking past the ammunition truck where Steven drives, only seeing about every person in the city following us; but they aren't alive.

Millions of walkers are picking up speed, right on James's and Grey's tails at our slow and careful pace through the streets. The boys turn around every few seconds, cautiously trying not to be snagged on the dead's outstretched arms.

Liam follows orders and speeds up significantly, Perrie following pace just behind as well as Steven.

The screeching of tires pierces my ears before Perrie hits the brakes forcefully, just early enough to not hit Liam in front of us.

Before I could curse at both Perrie and Liam angrily, I see the cause of the sudden stop ahead.

Hundreds of walkers, looking just the same as the other side behind us, running quickly towards the cars.

"Oh fuck." Zayn blurts out, starting to panic out of his seatbelt vastly. I get on my knees in my seat and begin to look at my surroundings for an escape; none present on the empty street we'd stopped on.

My breathing hitches and Niall grabs my arm with his nails from where he seats underneath me now.

"WE'RE TRAPPED." Perrie yells, undoing her seatbelt similarly to Zayn.

"There!" I point out the window towards an untouched storage company that sits just on the other side of the street on Niall's side.

"Everyone follow my lead." I tell the walkie-talkie before jumping out of the car and pulling out my machete readily.

I run as fast as I can, hearing several doors slam and shouts being echoed behind me as I run up to the metal orange door quickly, nearly slamming into it forcefully.

"Come on come on!" I shout loudly, banging on the shutter, rattling it. "Fuck, come on!" I yell, getting down on my knees and trying to break the padlock that holds the whole door down.

"MOVE." I hear Niall shout from behind me, strutting over, shotgun in hand.

I follow orders, moving over, giving Niall a clear shot. The 'POW' of his gun fires before the padlock shatters like glass for us.

"HURRY." I yell at everyone, people joining my side to lift the heavy shutter open for everyone to come through.

It was the truck shutter, where large semi trucks would bring in loads of people's storage here.

"Wait!" Emily yells, running back to the truck where she obviously left something important.

A crowd of "No's" shout at the girl as she runs as fast as she can to the truck. The shutter opens for us all to come in, Niall and I firstly ducking our heads and moving to hold the shutter from the other side.

Every one of us make it through, leaving Em the only one left to join us to safety. The walkers inch closer by the seconds pass, getting dangerously close to where Emily digs in the passenger seat of the truck.

"EM, YOU'VE GOTTA GO!" Steven screams at her, cupping his hands and shifting his feet in worry.

The girl turns around, a large white bag in her hand as she boots speed and runs toward us strugglingly, the walkers only a few steps behind my best schoolmate. The bag bounces as she runs, and I notice she's grabbed every piece of food she could for us.

"She's not gonna make it." Louis shouts over the moans and shouts of the scenario we've gotten ourself into, and the reality of his sentence fills my eyes as she isn't picking up the pace anymore than she's supposed to be.

"What do we do?!" Liam panics, bringing his hands up to his hair, pulling on it aggressively.

"Only one thing we can do." James speaks for the first time in a while, stepping forward, right in front of Emily's window to join us under the shutter. She pants as she makes it to us quickly, leaning down to get under the shutter with us.

Before James grabs the bag out of her hands and kicks her straight in the stomach, sending her back, meters far, straight into the crowd of hungry walkers.

The walkers tear at her stomach and face, exposing her cheek and ripping her open from her mouth, holding her in place.

"NO!" I scream, pain slamming into heart forcefully.

Everyone closes the shutter, most people silent, besides the others who scream in agony just as I had before.

The moans and gargles are muffled now as they bang and scream into the shutter.

The sadness in my heart turns to anger, making it hard for me to breath as the tears come streaming down my face in pain.

"You fucking asshole!" I scream, pulling my revolver from the back of my pants and lunging at James with my fist, slamming it straight into the side of his face.

"Woah woah woah." He raises his hands in defense as I back him against the wall of the large room, my face filled with fury and I grind my teeth together and cry into my arms, now holding the revolver up to James' neck.

The door opens from across the room, a few people walking into the garage with us.

"What is this? Don't shoot." A familiar voice echoes into my brain.

I turn my gaze away from James to whoever had decided the join the chaos, only to be twistedly confused once again.

"Oh my god, I thought you were dead."