Survivors (One Direction/Zombie)

Chapter 8

Viv's POV



I pack two more rounds on my belt, along with my knives and strap Rod to my back.

"You can't just walk into a Grayie infested hospital by yourself!" Liam shouts at me, still trying to keep me from leaving.

"Well, anyone who wants to come along, can." I snap.

"That includes me." Winnie grins, strapping another gun to her thigh. She loves her guns.

"And me, Josh, Declan, and Carrie." Scarlett piped, also packing her weapons.

Liam hesitated, obviously scared for all of us.

I studied Liam from the corner of my eye. He can really help us. With his knowledge of the medical field and experiences, he can possibly be a new doctor. God knows we need one.

"Well then I'm coming too." He said weakly. My head snapped up in shock.

"What?!"

"You heard me."

I raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on my hip.

"And what makes you think that I'll let you go?"

"Look I'm the only one that actually knows about this stuff, and can probably pick up more things in there to help us in the future." He retorted. He stood his ground, and I have a faint recollection of him being 'Daddy Direction'.

"You'll die." I state simply. He faltered at that, but didn't back up.

The look of fear was evident on his face, but he seemed determined to see this through. Almost as if he cared for Maisy just as much as we did, even though he barely knew her.

Yet he did have a point. He was the most experienced, and could probably identify all the medication and machinery we need in order to help us in later years. What if we contracted other diseases? Or if we needed some sort of surgery? My stomach felt queasy at just the thought of it.

"What if you die, and we need you? You're about as good as any doctor we're ever gonna get." Winnie spoke, startling me slightly, I forgot we weren't alone. At all.

I turned to the rest of us. Scarlett had her fiery red hair tied in a ponytail, her fingers covered in big bulgy rings. She usually did this before going out, wear huge rings on each finger and cover her hands with gloves. This way when she punched, she could break the rotting skull of a Grayie and destroy the brain. Her skills as a martial artist was extrodinary, almost...professional.

I shook that thought out of my head, I would sometimes doubt her, due to little knowledge of her, but she had proven her place in this group more than once. Whoever she was in the past, did not matter now.

Josh grinned at me, his baseball bat over his shoulder. Man, did he love to swing that thing around. Killing Grayies gave him some sense of vengance, which I could understand completely. Every head I take off, I imagine it to be the Grayie that bit my mother. Of course that Grayie was long gone, but the need for revenge was still with me. So, I protect those I love, and make sure I kill anything that doesn't stay dead.

And of course Carrie was hopping slightly in anticipation, she always loved seeking missions. They gave her the thrill of killing that she always...um...enjoyed.

"Please? I'll stay out of your way, but I really need to see the medicine for myself. I can help, I promise." Liam spoke softly, his big brown eyes pleading.

Oh god, I've mercilessly killed hundreds of Grayies, but I can't stand up to Liam's puppy look?

Honestly, I feel pathetic.

"Fine, but you have to stay close." I say finally, waving my hand dismissively.

Liam smiles uneasily and leaves to go tell the boys. They won't be happy that's for sure.

Once Liam leaves the room, Declan walks in, his little barbie draped on his arm.

"So when are we leaving?" He said irratiably, obviously displeased on this retrieval mission. Geez, it's not like one of our own is dying or anything.

Oh Wait. 

"I swear to God, I will cut off his balls and feed them to the lot outside." Wnnie muttered, so only I could hear. I snickered quietly and we silently high-fived.