Love, Lust and the Dead

Chapter 4

                                                                                             Kylie's POV

Jay had walked into the other room so I walked over to next room. I slowly and cautiously open the door, my axe poised and ready. It was a typical bedroom. A queen sized bed against the far wall, a dresser against the wall across from the bed, and there were two other doors in the room. One next to the head of the bed and the other to the left of the dresser. I make my way slowly to the door nearest to me and notice it is slightly cracked open. I get my axe ready and pull the door open. Before I can react, a walker is on me, its weight pushing me to the floor. "Holy shit! Jay!" I yell. This is fucking bullshit. I struggle to push the walker away from my neck. "God dammit! You are not biting me!" I shout at it. I can faintly hear the sound of pounding footsteps. "Kylie!" I hear Jay yell. She runs over and rips the walker off of me and throws it on the ground. I quickly get up and grab my axe which fell out of my grasp. "Fuck you." I say to the walker before slamming my axe into its damn head. "You okay?" Jay asks me. "Just dandy. I sure have a knack for getting attacked don't I?" I ask sarcastically.

Jay chuckles and nods. We make our way out of the bedroom and to the opposite door. Jay slowly opens it to reveal a spiral staircase leading upward. "Stairs?" Jay mutters confused. I stay quiet and start making my way stealthily up the stairs. "Kylie! Wait!" Jay whispers loudly. I grunt and keep moving. After what seemed like hours, but was actually only minutes, we reach the top. It looks like an attic. A very large attic. Rows of shelves were lined with supplies of canned and jarred food. A whole wall hung different hand guns, sniper guns, scopes, a long bow, and rows of uniquly bladed knives. A single closed door sat on a blank wall. I walk over and swing it open. Warm summer air and sunlight pours into the room and I cover my eyes due to the sudden brightness. Jay walks past me and onto a platform outside. Her expression shifts from caution to awe. I join her on the platform and look around me. We were at the top of the tower over looking the ruins of the village. The probably twenty foot wall that we entered through cut the row of buildings just like this one off from the rest of the village. Below us were the hundreds of walkers that we had just escaped from not long before. In front of the attic door is a rope bridge, connecting this platform to another one which wrapped around another tower. I step forward to walk across the bridge but Jay puts her arm in front of me, effectively stopping me from going any further. I look at her and raise an eyebrow. "You don't know if the bridge will collapse or not." She says. I just scoff and walk past her and onto the bridge. I take two steps then look at her and jump up and down. "It's fine." I say and turn and walk to the other platform. She quickly runs across the bridge to catch up. "Don't be stupid, Kylie. Think will ya? You could have gotten hurt." She says in a harsh tone. "Sorry." I mutter and walk a bit faster to get ahead.

I open the door to find yet another storage room, but not as big as the other one. I take off my pack and empty it and refill it with fresh supplies. There is a trap door to my left and I walk over and open it to reveal a ladder going down. We make our way down the ladder and stop in front of the first door to our right. We could hear noises coming from the other side. Not groaning, not growling, but talking. Talking means people. "Jay. You think there's a chance that whoever is in there aren't infected?" I whisper. She says nothing but gets her sword ready. Both of us hold our ears up to the door and listen.

"...Well we have to do something about it." The voice of a man says urgently.

"Well, what do you want us to do? Risk moving to another fort and having our fuckin arses handed to us? No way am I doing that mate." Says a man that clearly has an accent, just like Jay's. Well, they are defiently human, and alive, and I know I am not going crazy because I could tell Jay hears it to. Jay holds up her hand and we ready ourselves. She silently counts to three with her fingers and swings the door open.

The door bangs against the wall and we enter. Jay has her sword pointed in front of her and my axe is raised, trying to look as intimidating as possible. "Drop any weapons you have and slide them over." Jay demands. And for the first time, my eyes come into focus and I can concentrate on what is infront of me. Five men, all of them maybe in their mid-twenties stand inside a small bedroom. Two sit on a quilted bed, one leans up against a wall, and the other two stand in the middle of the room facing each other, but all of their eyes are on us. I could tell we caught them completely off guard because each of them look absolutely dumbfounded.

"I said give up your weapons, dammit." Jay demands more harshly. They each scurry to grab their weapons and they set them on the floor and slide them over, except one. Instead he pulls his hand gun out and points it at Jay. I shift my weight to my other foot so I was facing the armed guy with the buzz cut. "Drop it." I repeat. My icy tone even made me nervouse. The man with the buzz cut looks at me and his eyes shift to my axe. Slowly, he bends down and sets his gun on the floor and slides it over to me. Putting my axe away, I quickly bend down and grab two guns and point one at him and the other at the two sitting on the bed. In one swift motion, Jay quickly moves and grabs the blond headed guy that was leaning up agaisnt the wall, locks him in her arms against her chest and holds the blade of her new sword milimeters from his pulsing throat.

"Who are you." she orders. Keeping my eyes on the people before me, I can hear the boy grunt in pain, but he makes no attempt to move.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let 'im go." Urges one of the guys who was sitting on the bed but now stands. He takes a step closer and I point one of the guns directly at him. He backs up, his hands raised in surrender. "Answer the question. Who the fuck are you people?" I push. Jay taught me that no one could be trusted. And if we are ever in a situation such as this, know who the real enemies are.

"Okay. Okay. No need to get your knickers in a twist, ladies." The boy with long curly hair says, a smug look plastered on his face, and he takes a step towards us again. I move my gun from Buzz Cut to him, but he doesn't seem threatened. I can feel the look of confusion spread across my face and I know that Jay feels the same but she wont make it obvious. The sudden grunt of pain informs me that Jay is making this as painful as she can for Blondie.

"My name is Harry." Curly continues, and ends with a slight bow.

"And this, is Niall," he gestures to the boy in Jay's arms.

"Liam," (aka Buzz Cut), he looks back.

"Zayn." He says, nodding his head at the man next to Laim.

"And Louis." He finishes calmly. "And who might you lovely ladies be?" He asks all gentleman like. Before I could ask another quesion to avoid answering, A crashing noise came from outside the room.

"Shit! It finally broke." Louis yells.

"We need to go. Now." Jay says urgently. I hadn't noticed but she had let go of Niall and he was on the ground now, trying to catch his breath. Knowing we couldn't just leave them here, I pass the guns back to Liam and he catches them. "C'mon!" Jay and I rush out of the door and maybe hundreds of walkers had already made it up the stairs. I run over to the ladder and begin climbing. Louis, Liam, Niall, and Harry follow me up, and the groaning of the walkers becomes louder. "Come on!" I hear Jay yell. I assume she was talking to Zayn, who hasn't come up yet. And soon after, Zayn makes his way up the ladder and Jay follows behind. "Fuck! Let go!" As Zayn makes it up, I notice Jay is still on the ladder, struggling to kick off dozens of hands grabbing at her ankles. One pulls her lower and begins biting the heel of her boot. "Grab my hand!" I shout. She reaches up and our fingers brush, but I cant get a firm grasp on her hand without falling. Bullets fly past my head and the biter chewing on her heel falls to the ground, creating a domino effect. This gave Jay enough time to climb up and grab my hand. I pull her up into the attic and we slam the the trap door close.

"It wont take long until they figure out how to climb a ladder." Liam says. And at that moment, the trap door burst open. Each of us sprint towards the open door to the platform and run across the rope bridge. Some of the runners make it onto it but before they could reach our side, I swing my ax on each of the ropes tied around a post and the bridge falls, bringing the ones on it down along with it. We all watch as they fall off of the edge of the platform we had just escaped from.

"Is everyone alright?" I ask out. My only response is heavy breathing in return. I plop to the ground and lay on my back. Directing towards the mass of dropping walkers, I throw my middle finger in the air. "Fuckers." I breathe.