Dead Love...(1D Zombie Apacolypse World War III)

Chapter 11: 'Walmart, K-Mart, TARGET!!!!'

We stopped somewhere on the border of Alabama and Georgia and managed to find a Target. To say we were pressed for space was an understatement.

I noticed a church van parked in the parking lot and I began to think. Lyrike was next to me while I was driving and she was scrunched in between me and Louis. Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry were packed together tightly in the backseat, like sardines.

I decided to chance it. I whipped the wheel around, causing someone (more than one person) to hit their heads against the glass window.

“Gah!” Liam cried out. “What the bloody hell are you doing!?”

I put the truck in park and kissed the wheel goodbye. “This truck isn’t big enough for all of us. Not to mention add another three more. We’d be sitting in each others laps.”

I heard a deep chuckle which without a doubt, belonged to the Hazz Masta. “I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t mind. What do your friends look like again?” He laughed, causing laughter to spread through the truck passengers.

I forced a laugh. He was interested in my friends, and not me? Not that I care…Well I maybe care a little. But I didn’t want him being interested in them! I found One Direction first!!!

I glanced down at my body. Maybe it’s me?

“Maybe what’s you?” Niall asked from the back. My cheeks burned Scarlett.

SHIT I SAID THAT OUTLOUD!!

“Nothing!” I covered quickly. Maybe he’s just getting tired of the same old scenery? I mean no makeup, unbathed, dirty clothes, gym shorts and ripped tees, messy hair…Who am I kidding, we’ve been traveling together for 5 Days, he’s used to seeing me as one of the boys!

“Look, there’s a church van right their, it’s big enough to hold our luggage and 10 plus people. I think it could also serve as our shelter..” I explained. Maybe it’s because I come off as the all business Alpha? The leader who doesn’t want any distractions? Oh curses!!!

“That’s a brilliant idea!” Zayn shouted. I threw open the door and slid out, followed by the others. We stalked over to the van and stopped in front of the receeding doors. This must be an expensive and nice church…

The boys stepped forward and forced the doors open. We couldn’t see much through the dark tinted windows, but the doors opened and the smell of rot hit me hard.

Lyrike spun around and ran to a nearby tree. I could hear her gags and the sound of vomit from here. My week stomach churned and I decided to aid Lyrike.

“Boys, I’m sorry but do you think you could-“ I didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“Arianna,” I looked up then internally kicked myself as I found myself captured in his mesmerizing green gaze. Harry gestured with his eyes to my sick friend. “Go help Lyrike. We’ll handle the bodies.”

I frowned and stared back up at him. “I’ll let you get to that. Uhm, boys!” I shouted at them. I quickly looked away as I saw Zayn and Niall carrying the dead bus driver out of the bus. “Uh, w-we’re going to be in the-the store picking up the necessities. When you get done just come in and yell for us.” I instructed. I could only pray they were nodding and I turned on my heel. But a voice stopped me.

“Arianna!” I glanced over my shoulder and felt my heart take off like a race horse. Harry’s eyes were serious with caution. I was…entranced. “Be safe.” He stressed. I nodded and walked over to Lyrike. I rubbed her back reassuringly and she seemed to regain strength.

“Ugh, the smell-” She started, closing her eyes, her face twisting in disgust.

“I know. Look, the boys are handling the-er, situation. We’re going to go inside and try and find food, clothes, water, soap, chemicals, etc.” I explained. She nodded and offered me her arm. I grabbed her and helped Lyrike to her feet. She staggered slightly as I could tell vertigo was moving in.