Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 48.

Waking up, I hear nothing but snow, falling off of the room slowly, a bit landing right on my forehead from above.

I open my eyes to the bright grey of the morning sky, but above the ground somewhat, hanging out of a second floor window.

"Ungh!" I groan slightly, my back even more sore than I ever would've felt between my legs, and I feel a slight bleeding over where I hang, the window slicing into my back all night.

I sit up, using the brick wall to pull myself inside of the windowpane and over, in a hotel by what it seems like, the room filled with dust and missing an entire wall next to me, thanks to the grenade Reed had thrown my way.

Niall lays on the floor, too close to the edge of the broken wall for comfort. I stare at him, and I'm fairly sure I'm not breathing. Not wanting to move, I stare at him, just hoping for one breath or word.

I don't know how long I was looking at him before he groans slightly, and my head pounds again like it had before as we ran. Fear makes its silent lurk through my bloodstream as I hear Niall groan again, and again.

"Danielle?" He groans again, lifting his head and looking around the room for me; an indication he hadn't turned into the flesh eating monster I was afraid of.

"Oh my god Niall." I run over to him, examining his shoulder carefully, trying not to hurt him yet eagerly wanting to find out if he was okay or not.

Brushing my hands over his shirt, moving it out of the way from where the bleeding stains it, and he whines slightly due to pain.

To our luck it went straight through; but by how the blood had turned brown and the lining of the gunshot wound is red and puffy, it's already infected. I look around and out the window, remembering Harry and Jackson were both included in the blow we took.

I run into what seems to be the hotel bathroom, my back throbbing as I grab a towel from under the sink and a roll of toilet paper.

"What are you doing?" Niall asks, standing up from where he lay, using his unharmed arm for support.

Putting a corner of the towel in my mouth, I rip a strip of it off with my teeth, and pull it out as I walk closer to him.

"The bullet went straight through, which is good. Your wound is infected, which is not good." I tell him, pulling off his shirt and in all honesty, not having any idea what I'm doing.

"What do you have in your backpack?" I ask him, pointing to it on the floor where he'd just taken it off along with his shirt.

"My clothes, a few knifes and small guns with ammo, why?" He asks, his eyebrow raising in confusion while I shake in fear.

"I-I-I had some antibiotics and and healing monoxide in my drawstring, where the hell is my drawstring?" I hopelessly look around the room for where my bags could have exploded with me.

"That it?" Niall points out the hole in the wall toward the middle of the street, my duffle bag and drawstring lying in the road, almost as if someone left them there on purpose.

"Here." I shove the towel and toilet paper into Niall's backpack and a conveniently placed face of wood is right at the edge of the broken wall, and I slide down it slowly, making sure Niall is okay behind me.

He slides down with ease, able to use his free arm and keep the other tucked close to his body.

Picking up my bags, I look around the street, a few trickles of nearly dried blood running down my temples.

"Harry?" I call, looking between all of the buildings of the street. "Jackson?" Getting no reply from either of them, I carry Niall's backpack for him also, his shoulder not being enough to support the bag any longer.

"I don't think they're here." He looks around just as I do.

"We need to find them." I begin walking, Niall following behind me, limping slightly, but still following close behind.

"The cars are down this way, maybe they've left something for us or something– they had to have." I call behind me, walking past the Propane Garage we've seen before, and just past the step from the sewers, faint moans and echoing walker noises from beneath the ground.

Niall stays silent as we walk, and from the bright orange shutters from the storage unit become clear, the snow faint and not too hard on the eyes today.

We get closer, and the ammunition truck was the only thing missing, Perrie's jeep and the old truck still present along the street where we'd last left them.

"Check the truck, I'll see Perrie's jeep." I tell Niall, pointing to the truck and I pick up pace to the dark green vehicle I used to know very well.

The whole thing locked, I waste no time to tug on the doors and set off the alarm, but by looking through the light tinted windows; I see that everything's been picked clean.

"Got something!" Niall calls, and I jog slightly down to where he sits with the door open.

He hands me a piece of notebook paper that was taped to the horn, scribbled words lining the yellow canvas.

"Danielle– South." The note reads in girly handwriting; Perrie's.

My heart hurts as my eyes scan the notebook paper over and over again, looking around, Niall grabs the keys from where Perrie had set them in the back seat and we head back towars the jeep the keys belong to.

I sit in the front seat, out of Niall and I, being the only one capable enough to drive, and he sits in the passenger seat, wincing in pain.

"Here," I gently grab his hurt arm and turn him to the side a bit, his right shoulder being the one injured, I should clean him up and disinfect the wound before we head off.

I reach into my drawstring bag, pulling out the healing monoxide in order to disinfect his wound.

He hisses as I press a bit of the toilet roll onto his bullet hole, soaked with monoxide. Securing it in place a wrap the towel around the other side, tying it at the top, and he'll be good as new in no time.

Starting the engine, I grip the wheel and the tank fully charged with gas, I can't help but wonder what types of horrible things went on while we were knocked out; and why my own brother left me for dead.

•AN• HELLOOOOO THIS WAS QUITE SUSPENSEFUL, BUT I ENJOYED WRITING IT. Okay so in the next few chapters I may be switching Point Of Views (I know I know, haven't done that in a while), or going back in time in order to explain further into the story. I will warn you when it changes (-: thank you for reading and please vote <3