Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 51.

*PERRIE'S POINT OF VIEW*

"Shit." I speak to myself, seeing Jackson and Carly leaping to the storage unit roof, and soon noticing I've got no other place to go.

Liam and Thomas becoming surrounded quickly, they both make their way through the crowd of zombies before them, and I think to myself; there's no way one of them if not both of them are not bitten already.

I run to the ammunition truck quickly, seeing as the walkers gave me a clear path from the back, sprinting to it and leaping off of the back bumper toward the top.

Kyle screams on the ground just a few meters away, and I don't bother to look, already picturing the blood filled scenario in my thoughts.

I cling to the top of the truck, not believing anyone on the inside knows I'm there, and I anxiously wait for it to take off, away from this place.

As I wished, the truck takes off, and I hang on for dear life, already feeling motion sickness creep in from where I try my hardest not to go flying off into the street of the interstate.

Opening my eyes, I see we've escaped the walkers and I'm immediately filled with relief, getting up a bit from my flat position on top of the ammunition truck.

But just as I feel less worried about my current situation, Steven speeds up as he gets on the interstate to Brighton, allowing me to plea to get off of the death machine.

Banging on the top of the truck, Steven seems to in no way slow down or stop for me.

I cry out as we go top speed, raising my hand to bang again, I go flying off the back of the vehicle, hitting the highway street forcefully.

My eyes shut as my head hits, and everything goes dark, although I feel awake, I'm unable to open my eyes, feeling the cold air on my face, and blood trickle down the side of my head, I'm frozen like ice in the street.

Shaking, I turn my head to the side, my eyes slowly opening just enough for me to look down the long street way, seeing something walk toward me.

Closer, and closer, and closer.

Knowing this walker is hungry from the city, I give up, everything useless now.

Everyone I've ever cared about gone; Jade, Jesy, Zayn. I was next, and good thing I was so cold my body was numb, I wouldn't be able to feel my insides being eaten as I drift away.

A hand sticks in front of my face, and not one wanting to claw my eyes out and eat them raw, a large hand, dirty; but welcoming.

A hand wrapped with brown cloth and an auburn jacket puffed around the arm. My eyes open wider for me, and a silhouette stands over me.

Thomas.

"How the fuck, Mrs. Edwards?" He asks me, kneeling down in order to support his elbow on his knee; yet his large fingers spread out wide still for me to grab.

"I tried, alright." I groan, grabbing Thomas's hand and standing up warily, my head throbbing and still bleeding cold blood.

"Liam did too." He tells me, his lips pursed in a line as he wraps an arm around my neck, pulling mine around his, limping me down the interstate towards where the truck had left me for dead. This letting me know, that Liam within the few minutes that have passed; wasn't able to make it through like Thomas.

"And Jade." I tell him, adding on to the conversation.

"And Kyle and Andrea." Thomas's tone settling, letting me know I should probably stop bringing up our dead friends, especially when I may be not so far behind.

His light brown eyes staring into my blue as I limp, my head still pumping blood out the wound on my temple, and my arm stinging from road burn.

"Lewes." He says after a long silence of limping down the long street ahead of us.

"What?" I ask, more confused than I should be considering I've lived in England my whole life.

"Lewes, England. That's where Kaya wants to go." Thomas tells me, staring off into the distance where the trees start to grow.

"Why would it be her call?" I ask sassily, actually surprised that part of my brain still works.

"She's a doctor." He tells me, my mouth dropping slightly, this new information, key word NEW, entering my mind. "Doctor Clark of Lewes had contacted us the other night over the walkie-talkie, said there's a refugee camp there, and she's gonna tell everyone else that that is where we need to be headed." He smiles, way too happy about the situation before this news.

"And you didn't bother to tell anyone before?!" I cock an eyebrow at the slightly taller boy, feeling his rough and warm hand supporting my own.

"Doctor Clark was a downright Bitch," he starts, and I almost crack a smile at his sassy tone,"she was a terrible doctor and rude at that, I was surprised she was still alive. We thought maybe she was just desperate, but now that's what we are."

My mind wanders far off, thinking of his words now and what I told Danielle, South. South, Lewes is South.

"Woah." I speak back to him slowly, looking straight at his chiseled face, very near to mine. Noticing the little details I never had before, like the way his brown eyes almost shine similarly to the sun, or how he has those couple cute moles on the side of his cheek.

"You see; everything happens for a reason." He looks at me the same way I did to him, and I tear my eyes away, the awkwardness of the conversion growing. "Everything you say everything you do; the butterfly effect. And everything is going to be okay as long as people believe. Because if not, my dad said once that "With a bad attitude comes bad fortune, and with a negative attitude like that, one day fate is gonna come out of nowhere and hit you like a knife to the stomach. Snd that's what I live by."

He speaks slowly, and I can't help but recognize the wisdom coming out of him, wether it was the quote or the way his eyes poured into mine, but I liked it.

"I like that." I tell him, my eyes resting on him again as if they were pulled straight back in with a rope.

"I like you too."