Survivors (One Direction/Zombie)

Chapter 6

Zayn's POV

We met the rest of the group and everyone seemed welcoming, well...except that jerk Declan and his barbie slut.

But if I have to be nice to them, so be it.

The lads and I walked around the huge mansion in search of a room, something comfortable to stay in compared to the dumpsters and ragged carpets we had to sleep on the few months before.

"Well hey, how about this room?" Niall says, opening a random door.

Whoa.

The room was huge, with two king sized beds and a long couch. Heavy drapes covered the windows, making the room look ominous. There was a flat screen tv that hung above a fireplace and I could see the entrance to a bathroom and walk in closet.

It reminded me of the old days, filled with luxorious hotels and our every whim catered to.

Well, that is just a dead memory now. But this room, gave me a sense of what the boys and I had lost.

It was perfect.

"Dibs on the bed!" I yelled quickly, jumping onto the soft mattress. Before I knew it, I was knocked out.

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I felt something blow on my face, making me stir in my sleep. I groaned and snuggled deeper into the covers, trying to catch up on the sleep that I missed so much. The bed seemed too warm, as if someone else was in the bed. Was-was that breathing I heard?

I cracked my opens a bit, and I nearly screamed at the sight.

Carrie was two inches away from my face, her icy blue eyes wide with curiousity.

"Hey! You're awake!" She grinned.

Jesus Christ this girl was going to give me a heart attack. Or just kill me first.

I shook those thoughts out of my head, just because she was crazy and was a mental patient doesn't make her a murderer...

Right?

She sat up, looking intently at the blank tv screen with interest, laying back and getting comfortable.

Every once in a while she would let out a laugh, constantly smiling at the dusty unused screen. Too bad there was no electricity, or else this might've been normal.

"What are you laughing at Carrie?" I asked gently, lifting myself up. No way I can fall back asleep with Carrie in my bed. By the way, where were the lads?

"The show, duh." She looked at me like I was crazy and turned back to the tv. Yeah, I was the crazy one.

"Zayn, get your butt up some of us are hold-" Winnie paused mid-sentence, catching sight of Carrie and I in the same bed.

Well this is awkward.

"Um.."

"Well at least now we know where Carrie is." She muttered, "Carrie! Training session!"

Carrie shot up like a rocket, grinning widely and racing out of the room eager for whatever this 'training session' was.

"You too Malik, you need to learn how to defend yourself. The others are already downstairs. But first, take a shower, you look nasty." She wrinkled her nose in disgust and left.

Well, that was kind of rude I me-

Wait, the water worked?

I ran into the bathroom, almost crying of joy when I spotted the shampoo and toothpaste.

Time to get clean.

Viv's POV

Carrie raced downstairs, pulling out her spear and joining the small group at the entrance. The group consisted of the guys, George, Sammy, Carrie, Annabeth, Scarlett, Winnie and I.

Usually whenever Win and I would have free time, we would teach George and Sammy how to defend themselves, but since it looks like we're going to have to teach One Direction too, we called Annabeth and Carrie to help.

Since Annie was our gun specialist, she would teach the guys how to shoot. Scarlett used to be a martial arts teacher and has her black belt, teaching us self defense. Carrie is well...Carrie. She usually likes to...er...demonstrate. Win and I are the leaders and we sometimes like to sharpen our skills once in a while.

Scarlett shifted nervously under Louis' gaze, who didn't seem to drop his stare. As if he...recognized her?

I shook my head, that can't be. But then again...Scarlett had recently moved from England about a year ago.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Zayn bounded the stairs, freshly clean and looking happy about it. Everyone has bathed, and the guys seemed happier after the cold shower. (There wasn't heat.)

"Okay guys, outside there's a fence that protects us, but it's fairly easy to grab one or two Grayies to practice on." I explained, while the small group stepped outside.

The once well kept lawn and garden was now long and more jungle like. The chain-linked fence was since about 20 yards out, a few Grayies at the edge, their arms trying to squeeze through the openings.

Liam shuddered, making sure to keep his distance.

"First, target practice." Annie smiled excitedly, passing out some hand guns and rifles we collected to the boys. George and Sammy were already pretty handy, only missing a few times, while the other boys struggled to keep the gun still when it shot out.

"Ugh, let me show you how." Winnie rolled her eyes, snatching the gun from Niall and killing two Grayies with ease. Niall nodded sheepishly, suddenly looking at his feet.

"I should probably practice more." I muttered to myself, pulling out the gun which seemed to heavy in my hand. I shot out ten times only missing once. Well, at least I was getting better.

"Ooh, can you throw a knife?" Sammy asked excitedly, George nodded in agreement and suddenly all eyes were on me.

"No way you can throw a knife from this distance." Liam said in disbelief, his eyebrows raising.

I scoffed, and grabbed a small knife. The weight and size felt right in my hands, and I pulled back, throwing and hitting a Grayie in the eye.

Small gasps went around the group and I couldn't help but feel proud.

Hehe, that showed them.

"Viv! Winnie! Guys!" Lauren yelled, rushing up to us. Her eyes were wide with panic and I could feel my heart drop with worry.

"It's Maisy."

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A/N

I AM SO SORRY FOR SUCH THE LONG WAIT

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