A Crossbow and a Mic (1D & Walking Dead)

Ch.2

The screaming ceased, and the five boys climbed down from the bus. I laughed when I kicked a geek's unattached head over them, and the one screamed. I'm guessing he was the one who shrieked.

Sounds like a girl. I scoffed.

They look familiar but I can't seem to put my finger on it.

"Thanks for saving us, love." the boy's accent was a thick and British one. "I'm Liam." he held his hand out.

I stared at it for a few minutes before he placed it back at his side. I nodded to them then turned to leave with Daryl.

"Wait. Babe, please don't leave us?" the boy with the blonde hair and blue eyes begged.

"Love, you don't understand how scary it is out here." Liam continued.

"Fine." I cave in.

The boys all smiled at me, smiles disappearing quickly. I turn to see a walker. I rise my bow to shoot him but one already go's through it's head. Daryl laughed tarring at the arrow to get it out.

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"How'd you guys make it this far?" I asked finishing on fixing their bus.

"We just assumed they were crazed fans. And then one day out of nowhere at a pit stop to get gas and a drink, a man runs out screaming of the station blood running down his arm. We didn't know what to do so we just stood there. Next thing another man stumbled out he growls loudly then bites the clerk breaking the skin. Then-then h-he," Liam broke out in tears.

"He died, and came back."

All the boys eyes fixed on me. I just smiled weakly looking at the ground. In the distance leafs started to crackle. I reached over the curly boy grabbing my bow. The boys all cowering behind me.

"Who's hungry?"

"God Daryl, don't do that again."

I shoved my brother for scaring us like that. Daryl held up dinner.

Squrriel. Mmm my favorite. Nothing like a good ole' redneck supper.

Daryl used to make it for me all the time, before this we went on camping trips. That's where I learn most of my skills.

"Ewie, what's that?" the Louis kid complained poking at a squirrel his face scrunching up.

"No, yummy." I said, as Daryl cut open one of the squirrel's stomachs.

Daryl laughed, picking out the good parts of the squirrel and began eating it. I took one and did the same.

"Try." I held one open and Niall placed a small piece in his mouth. "Good, huh?" I dragged the rest of the squirrels to the bus to cook up.

By the end of the night Niall could pass as a walker due to the amount of squirrel blood and guts on his face. Harry tried it and surprisingly liked it. Louis was practically begging for more after it was all gone. Liam and Zayn loved it too. Glad somebody eats my cooking. At the prison no one would try it, but yet they'll eat Daryl's owl. Funny, huh?

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"Ello, love." Niall came and sat next to me.

"Hey." I replied simply.

I stared at him until his eyes meet mine. I tried to look away but couldn't seem to.

Usually all the boys would run away from me if I make the first move. That's why I keep to my self now.

Niall's hand took my lacing our fingers together. I looked deeper into his deep blue eyes. Niall brought my hand up to his mouth kissing my scared knuckles. The delicate kisses seemed to take away the pain. Niall stopped and pulled me in for a hug. One leg over each side, laying my head on his chest. Niall's hot breath tickling the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My eyelids became heavy and hard to keep open. Soon my breathing slowed and I couldn't stay awake.

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~Kitty