Please //Lashton Dystopian AU//

Prologue

"Run, faster, but be quiet. The Uncured will get us if you don't shut the fuck up!" My stepfather tells me. I wonder if Mother was here  would he be more calm. Though my legs are long, I was never a fast runner. Not like David, my stepfather. Before all of this, whatever this is, David was kinda practically a professional football player. If he didn't go to drugs after my half brother Ben died, maybe he would be. If Mother would have left him when he did become a druggie,   maybe I wouldn't be here.

I trip on a branch that feel from the tree above me. David whispers for me to get up. I've never been so scared before. David and I have never had this many Uncured race after us.

The Uncured isn't what we call zombies. They look human one moment, you blink and they are cannibals desiring your flesh. But even when they are killing you, when they are tearing you to the bone, they have the skin and beauty of a human. All except the eyes, pitch black, all pupil. No white and no iris.

The moon is out and full, the trees dead with no leaves to decorate it. Everything is dead. Everything but me and David.

The fear is crawling threw me, from behind I can hear the Uncured groaning (and not in a pleasant way.) Fear is all I know. I am scared and David is brave.

I hate him, but I have to muster up enough love as my legs go as fast as they can. Without David I'd be an Uncured along with Mum and Jack. Possibly Ben, I still don't understand how you become one, how fast.

We see a clearing, and behind that a road.

"Over there," David was still whispering, trying to attract as least Uncured as we can (even though we have 30 minimum 20 yards from us.)

I try to run faster, to be brave for David's sake. That's when I hear a blood curdling scream. David!

An Uncured that came from the forest left of us bit him in the neck. Blood, so much blood. The virus is already spreading throughout David's body.

He held up three fingers. Right hand.

When my blood-brother Jack was still here, we made signals and rules. Signals are what made us live our life in silence most of the time, if lucky we talked three times a day.

Left hand- one finger- quiet down

Left hand- two fingers- I need to use the bathroom (if we are inside)

Left hand- three fingers- asking permission to talk

Right hand- one finger- I'm hungry

Right hand- two fingers- I'm sorry

Right hand- three fingers- kill me

This is the first time we used the three fingers.

I hold up my right hand with two fingers up. I'm sorry.

I grab the handgun that is in the waistband of my jeans. I shoot the Uncured in the head,just like I learnt from training with Jack. My ears are ringing from the loud bang and more Uncured are sure to hear it. David looks at me and nods.

Hand shaking, body quivering, I pull the trigger clenching my eyes tight. I hear a plop of a heavy weight and groaning getting loader.

That was the night I killed my father. The night I ran my hardest. The night David was finally with Mother and Ben and Jack. The night I was alone walking the lonely roads whispering Green Day and Blink-182.

A/N:

Hey, new Lashton story. So this was supposed to be about Cake but I felt like Luke and Ashton would fit these roles better. But I do have a Cake idea so hopefully that will pop up soon. Just noticed I haven't told Allison about this opps (hi.)
Anywhore, I have changed my writing style. 1.) I'm not putting the original unedited and word count crap I do in We're Just Friends and Tampon Boy which are on hold sadly for MAJOR editing. Also I am adding a prologue and epilogue.