"The Zombie Book"

This girl belongs too..

 Harry's P.O.V

"That certainly wasn't smart." I mumbled under my breath.  I picked this girl, this (Y/N) up and carried her bridal style towards a clearing I had come across days before. 

  I had begun stalking Parker's group since (Y/N) had been introduced. I'd seen the kiss. I'd seen the bloodshed. And I'd seen the kicks. Everything. 

I set her down on a mattress I had stolen two days earlier. I ran toward a hollowed out tree in which I had stached with medical supplies and food. I took a sterylizer along with anything else that needs to be used to stitch.

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It was easy to remove a bullet with my experience. And even easier to stitch the wound. Especially when you add your own little touch! On the last stitch, there was a little slip of paper with some writing. That's, my touch. I shook (Y/N). Over and over until she woke up.

One bright, (E/C) orb looked up between hair that was sprawled over her face. The second opened fast with fear. She jumped up quickly and scooted away. Afraid to speak. But afraid to run. 

 I ran toward the tree once more and grapped a apple. When I had found the tree, I was surprised that there was only one rotted Apple. I took many clean, and bright apples and brought them here. 

 I threw it at her. She bearly caught it after it hit her head. She winced in pain after I had gotten closer.

  I opened my mouth to speak- "D-dont hurt me.." She shook under her arms, which were steadied almost perfectly over her head in defence. For the first time in years, I felt sorry for someone. I had done this. 

  I closed my mouth and looked down. What was this feeling? "I won't hurt you, (Y/N).." She seemed shocked. She peeked in between her arms. "W-what did you do to the food..?" She was so scared. Poor thing. Wait till she sees the stitching. "Nothing." She bit into the Apple. 

The sparkle in her eyes made it look like that was the first bite of any food she has had in ages. Like it put color into the world. "Thank..you" 

 She's going to leave. I know it. "Stay here, don't move, I'm going to get you something.." I ran off, leaving her behind on the mattress. 

 I knew she was going to run while I went to get her something. Nontheless I went. In different trees were different items. I collected more food, first aids, even a small, and I mean small, stuffed (F/A) (favorite animal). Like, pocket fitable. I grabbed a (F/C) bag and stuffed the things in there. Stuck at the bottom, I tucked away a pistol, ammo, gloves, ropes, and a pocketknife. 

  I ran back. To full surprise, (Y/N) was sitting there on the  mattress, still chewing on the apple. "Whats that?" She looked at the bag. She seemed calm. "Yours." She raised a brow. I walked over and sat next to her. I handed her the bag and she took it with care. "I stitched you up. Go back to camp. Please.. Parker is probably worried sick." 

She seemed surprised. "S-so you shoot me, drag me here, then..L-let me go?" I nodded and helped her stand. She hung the bag over her shoulder and the stuffed (F/A) fell out. I picked it up and handed it back. "Don't let Parker know." I winked and pushed her off.

  She seemed hesitant. But she walked towards the trees. The right direction I made sure. I smiled happily as she took another bite of her Apple. 

  (Y/N)'s P.O.V

 What was that? Shoot me? Kidnap me? Stitch m-... I pulled up my shirt to where the stitches were. On a tiny slip of paper there was writing. I mumbled it out. "Property of... Harry..." I sighed and kept trudging. 

 I walked a little further and saw Parker sitting next to Cody on the big truck. I heard my name. I saw Zack fighting with James. I heard my name. But Mark was off to the side. Sobbing. I'd better but on a show. I walked out slowly, as if my legs hurt. I bit into the apple, revealing seeds. I threw the core to the side as everyone but Mark surrounded me. I was attacked in a hug from all sides. Of course the stitching hurt with the pressure. But you gotta stay tough. 

  Parker's voice rose above the rest. "What did he do to you!?" Everything was silent. They wanted a answer. But he said don't tell. "I stached his loot and ran. But he stitched me too." James rose my shirt to my ribs. The boys read in a mumble. "Property of... HARRY!?" They kept suggesting to rip it off. 

 I tried to hide my giggle.