Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 47.

Niall shakes me awake slightly, whispering in my ear that it's time to go, kissing the side of my cheek and pulling his backpack over his shoulders.

"I packed the rest of your stuff and get dressed, Lydia's just came through for wake up call." He whispers, grabbing his shotgun and knife, walking over to the doorway.

"What time is it?" I yawn, already knowing I couldn't have gotten that much sleep. Sitting up, I see that Niall wasn't joking, and all of my stuff is packed neatly by the bed, and he even set out a nice winter outfit for the road; we don't know how long we're going to be out there again.

"Somewhere around half past one, join us when you're ready." He exits the room, adjusting the black backpack on his shoulders and tiptoeing down the rest of the hallway towards the front.

As I move to get off of the bed, the sore feeling of after-sex returns to my pelvis, a familiar feeling from high school. I already know my legs are going to be weak and running is not going to be fun tonight.

Niall had pulled out a cream turtle neck, black jeans, my usual brown combat boots, and my puffy silver-grey parka, guaranteed to keep me warm for the winter. As much as I would have never thought, Niall is a fashion diva.

I carefully pull over my outfit and head towards the door, careful not to wake or disturb anyone who still may be getting ready.

When I make it through the door I find mostly everyone but Harry and maybe Andrea who still remain in their rooms and preparing to go. All who else is ready sits on the sofas, anxiety and nerves fill the room as people tap their feet and quietly whisper to each other. It's definitely a morning feeling, the dread and sleepiness behind my own eyes and the quiet whispers filling the room.

Pulling out my gloves, Harry joins us from behind me on the stairs and Andrea calls that she's almost ready, so I pull out my machete and make sure my pistol is loaded, carrying my duffle bag in hand and drawstring over my back.

Jackson smiles at me from across the couch where I join Niall's side, my legs still a bit sore but beginning to wear out as I walk.

"Alright, let's go." Allison whispers as if we're in a secret agency, the night not in any way calming my nerves that bubble up inside me.

I follow just behind Allison and Lydia who lead the way, Steven near me and the others staying close behind.

Lydia checks her sniper window before we exit the building, making sure the coast is clear and we head out; crickets chirping and snow falling outside as we quietly jog down the way of the sewers we call home.

We get near the corner where our first left must be taken, before Steven stops from beside me, raising a finger to his lips hesitantly.

"Sh sh sh!" I hush everyone else, gesturing my hand out dramatically as I anticipate what Steven has heard or has felt the need to say.

"Do you hear that?" He looks at me, then back down the sewers the opposite way.

I turn my head, the familiar sound becoming most definitely louder from around a corner down the way.

Buzzing at first, faint and unreadable to recall how far away, but growing louder by the seconds.

All of a sudden the smell hits my nose just as an uncountable amount of walkers come running around the corner straight in our direction.

"Shit shit go–" Jackson pushes on my shoulder, tearing my eyes away as hundreds of walkers hungrily come running straight for us.

Screams and moans behind us as we run, right on our tail as we run along the edge of the concrete sewer, trying not to fall in the water as the path narrows, and I make my way up to the front, running straight next to Lydia, and Allison being the only one ahead of us.