Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 63.

Late Spring.

It'd been a few weeks later. My own body progressing from long sleepless nights in the hospital, to long talks in the hospital bed, to long walks down the halls with Niall, to long sleepless nights in our bed.

Lewes was nice, although we technically weren't in Lewes. Brandy says the name was just so people wouldn't attack like before, and we were further south, right on the sea line.

Beach condos lined the black streets inside the walls, and people lived in every so few of them. After Andrea had attacked, and I was stabbed, the few people who were alive inside the walls took positions and allied our groups together.

Only being a few weeks; Kaya says I'm recovering extraordinarily well, considering the resourses are scarce nowadays. Niall, unlike me, was already healed to the finest point, and you wouldn't think the boy was shot if you'd looked at him twice.

"Come back later for another dose, okay?" Thomas yells at me from down the hallway, where Niall helps me limp to the front of the hospital.

"Morning Danielle." A woman with short blonde hair murmurs to me as she walks down the echoing hallway, and I return a smile vaguely. Everyone knew who we were, everyone knew my name, but I knew no one outside my group.

We reach the end of the hallway and I push on the metal door that leads to the outside, and Niall grunts in order to hold it open for me.

"When does your shift start?" I ask quietly, walking down the concrete steps outside the building.

Every capable, and good shot I might add, take shifts at the stations around the wall, shooting down walkers or on the lookout for danger. Niall one of the best snipers around the community as of now.

"In about ten minutes, you gonna stay at home?" He asks, his blue eyes pouring into mine softly and genuinely, as his big hands hold mine at my side.

"If Kaya doesn't pull me away again, then I guess." I smile sheepishly, fumbling with his fingers on top of mine.

The girl had moved both Niall and I into the nearest house, just few meters away from the hospital, just in order to keep an eye on me and make sure I was okay.

"Niall!" A voice calls from down the street, echoing inside the walls toward the front gates, "you're up." Perrie's voice becomes familiar, as her short breaths interrupt her words, the girl running to us quickly.

She hands Niall the sniper before he kisses my cheek and waves a goodbye. I watch as he runs in the direction that Perrie had just joined us from, and I slyly pull my brown coat over my shoulders.

"How you doin' love?" The short blonde pulls me into a hug, the sound of the waves vacantly rolling outside the walls.

"Better." I smile down at her, the girl a few inches shorter than I, and we start walking toward the house I call my own.

My hair blows around my face and people mumble more 'hello's' and 'how are yous' as they stroll past us this Spring morning.

Lydia runs past, a stern look on her face as usual. The girl had already been timid before we lost Allison, but Allison was truly Lydia's best friend, she'd become more distant and sassy than ever since Allison's funeral.

"Harry offered me to lunch later with he and Louis, he said if you're not in too much pain you're welcome to join us." Perrie looks up at me nicely, and I shake my head in response, a small smile on my face clearly.

"Jackson not going?" I ask about my brother, as he is on watch at the moment, and I hadn't seen him since yesterday.

"He said he and Steven had plans for going outside the walls, I'm not sure." She replies, holding her shoulders similarly to the way I do, and stares at the concrete below us.

My mind wanders to the boy she'd mentioned, and a silence falls upon us while I zone out intensely.

Steven had been distant ever since we arrived here, almost like he didn't like being inside these walls, like he didn't like the idea of being civilized anymore like he used to. I haven't talked to the boy in a while let alone seen him rather than encounters on the street and visits to me in the hospital for short amounts of time.

He'd even joined Brandy with the scouters, going out and finding new people to join to the community, especially now since it's more secure than it's ever been before.

I once called Steven my best friend and now I can't even think of him as a close friend, possibly even a friend at all. But there was no doubt that I still was more fond of him than most other people in my life.

"Niall been good to you recently?" Perrie asks, and I chuckle at the thought. There hasn't even been a time where that boy was not good to me at all.

"As good as he can be."

She chuckles also at my reply, as we arrive to my pastel yellow colored home. Perrie wastes no time to open the door for me and settle us down on the couch with snacks.

My injured side prevents me from doing anything but sitting up straight and laying down, so I choose to sit and blow the time away speaking to Perrie like it was a normal day.

We went out to go eat lunch with Louis and Harry over at their house, and it wasn't long before the day was coming to an end.

Every day seemed to be getting shorter, and with my wound healing quicker every waking moment, it felt like this was it. The world was always a white and hazy one as of when we got here, and it almost felt as if it was supposed to be that way.

Like this is where I'd spend the rest of my life until death, spending it right until we were all gone like we're supposed to be. No walkers around every corner or always being threatened by people of evil nature.

Peace.