14 Survivors (l.s)

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*UNEDITED*

Louis' POV

I've been surviving for as long as I can remember.

My dad died before I got the chance to know him. My mum only survived until I was two. It's my fault she's gone. I attracted them. I'll never be able to forgive myself for that.

There weren't that many of us at the time. It was just me, my best friend Liam and his dad, my mum and my mum's friend Anne who was pregnant at the time.

Well, after my mum died in January, Anne took off saying that she couldn't stand to be around me.. I don't blame her.

I don't recall the events perfectly myself but Liam's father Geoff told me everything when I was fifteen.

After I found out that I killed my mum and drove her best friend away, I couldn't live with myself. Well, I could. And I had to. But I had to deal every day with the fact that my mother is gone.. she's one of them... all because of me and my dumbass two year old self.

I admit, I had a pretty fucked up life. But I'm not a fucking pussy. I wasn't going to take the easy way out. Yeah, I hate myself. But I made a promise that I would slaughter ever single one of these sons of bitches until I just fucking can't.

That's the only way I'm able to keep moving. Day to day, my only motivation is to avenge everyone I've lost who I loved. Even Geoff. He died four years ago when I was twenty and Liam was only nineteen. He took it harder than I did and he tread on it for a long time, but he's over it now. All that's left is pure anger and hatred toward these cannibalistic, undead freaks. Everything that happened in the past is only making anyone stronger.

There's a larger group now. Seven of us, including me. Liam has stuck by me through all of this and we promised each other we would never leave.

One day about two years ago while we were rummaging through a pathetic little town, somewhere in Florida, we found a jet black haired guy about our age who looked scared as shit. He was hiding in a boarded off convenient store and he told us he was waiting for his group to return.

We asked him how far they were or at least were supposed to be and he told us they shouldn't have been too far. He said he'd been waiting there for almost four days even though they promised they'd be back later the night that they left.

We had to break it to him that they most likely weren't coming back.
"I knew for three days that that was the case.. I was just too stubborn to admit it to myself" the boy confessed.

I took him under my wing and that's when a small group between Liam, me, and the boy who's name we later learned to be Zayn started.

A couple months after we picked up Zayn, we ran into a dark skinned girl who Zayn recognized to be part of his old group.

"Z-Zayn?" she beamed with bright eyes, sharply drawing her attention up from the three fresh corpses. When we found her, she was slicing the heads off a group of three stills- or, zombies that stand around and wait for their prey to be within at least ten feet which makes them impossibly easy to kill.  She seemed to be doing well for herself.

"Kacey?" he said as if he couldn't believe his eyes. After a short moment, he finally gathered the sight before him and ran to her with open arms, stuffing his face in her long curly hair as soon as he was able to wrap his arms around her.
"I can't believe it's you! Where's Holly? What about Ruby and Jessie? How about your dad? I can't believe you're all alive! Where did you all go that night you promised you would be back?" he bunched all of his questions together and didn't give her a chance to answer at least one before asking the next. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him off of her to talk.