Amongst The Dead : C.H.

.Arguments and Dreams.

*Calum's POV*

The girl (as we've decided to call her) lays passed out on the street, her wound bleeding through her white v-neck drenching it. Michael and Ashton are still arguing over the fact that Michael had accidentally shot her while Luke quietly stands in between them torn on whether to get involved and have the risk of being punched or sit out and let them sort it out themselves.

Dog Luke sits next to me looking gloomily down at his owner as if he were crying. I kneel rubbing his head tenderly offering him comfort, "She's gonna be alright bud." His mood lifts at my words. I pick up her knife and crossbow from the ground hitching her knife through my jeans loop hole and lug her crossbow over my shoulder grunting at the weight of it. I stand up, stretch then bend down and pick the girl up bridal style calling Luke over, "Luke! We've gotta find an empty building and treat her wound, start searching I'll sort Ash and Mikey out." Agreeing he leaves stepping over zombie bodies on his way, the dog trailing behind him allowing me to make my way over to the arguing pair, "Shut the fuck up! God! It was an accident now stop being ignorant cocks, apologise and help Luke find an empty building so we can fucking treat her!"

Sighing Ash and Mikey apologised to each other, "Sorry man."
"It's all good." Only now noticing the girl in my arms they both share looks of sympathy. We all start walking in the direction the Luke's went. Mikey speaking up, "Funny how her dog has the same name as our Luke, call for one and you get both." Ashton shakes his head not finding his statement amusing at all. It's always been like this with the band, Mikey making stupid jokes and the rest of us rolling our eyes.

I miss those times the most, the times where we would just fuck around in the studio and make music for our fans, travelling the world to see their faces  and listen to them sing along as we played our own original songs. Coming back to earth I realise the world is no longer the way it used to be and our families are hopefully on that island (as the girl put it subconsciously without noticing) safe and sound, waiting for us.

Ashton and Michael spot the Luke's a block ahead, human Luke waving us over towards a little clothes shop he had come out of. Making our way over he leads us inside and over to a free table which I carefully place the girl on. Ashton rips off his pack and digs through it in search of the first aid kit the girl told us to pack back at the food store. His hands roam around a bit more until he pulls out the kit, laying it on the table next to the girl.

"We're gonna have to remove her shirt and undo her jeans so I can take out the bullet and stitch up the hole." Michael being the immature, horny fuck he is becomes flustered at the idea....the dick enjoying every bit of it. Luke takes into his hands to carefully remove her shirt trying to be the mature guy for once which is definitely not the case....ever. Once her shirt is removed I undo her jeans rolling the waist line down, which Ashton continues with his tweezers, searching for the bullet in her hip, "Got it! Quick I need a rag."

Dog Luke runs out and comes back putting his front paws on the edge of the table, a shirt hanging from his mouth, "Good boy." Ashton gently snatches the shirt, tipping alcohol on it and cleans the bullet wound before using the mini stitch kit to finish up. Us boys take that as our que to find some new clothes, the ones we wear torn and full of both human and zombie blood. Luke stays by his owners side keeping his eyes on her, "Fucking smart dog, he is." I mumble continuing to search through whatever clothes this shop held.

*Sam's POV/dream*

I'm out in the middle of nowhere just standing in the centre of a street when I see him, "You've got to let them in Sammy....move on." Matt's slightly husky voice echoes. I reply stunned, "No. I've been fine on my own."
"That's what you think, you need them, they keep you grounded." He steps closer eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set in a firm line, "Luke keeps me grounded, I don't need a bunch of clueless teenage boys to keep me sane!"
"Don't you see?! You're risking your life everyday for something you can't stop!"
"I have no choice! What am I supposed to do? just leave them alone? they're fucking dead anyways!"
"I didn't mean it like that! Just promise you'll go with them." His voice lowers, slightly cracking trying to get his point across.
"I can't make promises I'll break."
"Then promise me you'll move on." I look into his storm blue eyes tears forming in my own deep brown's...