George Shelley & The End of the World

Chapter 21

*JOSH'S P.O.V*

He's not come back. George is still out there and I know, I just know, he's in danger. But, we can't do anything about it.

"This is excruciating!" I groaned, running my sweaty hands through my hair and down my face.

"Tell me about it," JJ sighed, sitting against the door.

"What if he's dead? What if they both are?" JJ asked.

"Don't!" I yelled, shooting up. "Just fucking don't!"

He sank back, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jaymi furrowed his eyebrows at me, looking just as despaired as me. I shook my head, biting my lip and flopped back down on the bed.

I can't wait any longer to know.

*OLIVIA'S P.O.V*

"You need to calm down, alright?" I whispered to Jacob whilst investigating his stomach. It was all bruised.

"I can't be calm while he's around!" He hissed, indicating to George near the bar. He must have heard because he turned further away, bowing his head.

"Shut up! You started with him, Jacob, to be fair." I sighed, shaking my head.

"I can't be doing with fucking love and romance at a time like this!" He stressed, and for a moment, I swear I saw a... Green vain stand out in his neck.

"What's gotten into you?" I whispered, shaking my head and looking into his dull eyes.

"This place, changes you..." He said through gritted teeth. He twitched his head slightly, the green vain popping out again.

"Jacob..." I whispered, wide eyes as I reached a hand out to touch him.

"GET BACK!" He yelled, his voice was completely different. It came out in a raspy demon-like growl.

I felt a hand on my shoulder pull my body back. George pulled me to my feet and pushed me behind him.

Jacob was growling and screeching on the floor, more and more green veins over taking his body.

"George, what's happening!?" I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.

"He's changing into one of them. He's had the disease all this time and it's only just kicking in." He said, voice shaking.

"Can't we, can't we do something?!" I stuttered. I'd only just got him back...

"No, the change is inevitable." He replied, grabbing onto my hand.

I hid my head into George's chest, letting my emotions out as Jacob's groans were weakening.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me so tight, but I knew that he was looking at Jacob over my shoulder.

"Shit." I heard him hiss.

"What?" I asked, raising my head but George pulled me over to the bar, still wrapped tight in his body.

"George, let me see!" I cried, batting his arm away and raising my head.

Jacob, wasn't Jacob anymore. He was a zombie, only dull-blonde hair remained as a sign of who the person was.

"NO!" I cried, my body trembling.

"Liv, I'm sorry. I really am but we have to get out of here, he'll kill us and you know he will!" George sighed, tugging on my hand.

"HELP! PLEASE! LET US OUT! HELP!" George yelled through the bars, poking his mouth through.

I tore my eyes away from 'Jacob' who was picking himself off the floor slowly and turned around with George.

"PLEASE! HELP US!" I cried, tears still hoarsely settled in my throat.

Our hands intertwined with a tight grip as we continued to shout.

We were in a small cell... With an approaching zombie and no escape.