The last six

Four

"Charlie! Get up now!" I heard someone yell.

I couldn't pin point who the person was. I just new their voice carried worry and fear. I quickly opened my eyes, looking around the room I saw all of the boys up against the glass door. They looked like they were holding it up against something, like someone was trying to get in.

"Charlie, go and get the bag that we all packed a couple of days ago." Harry instructed, as he forcefully kept pushing on the door.

I did what he said, not before carefully looking behind the glass. Zombie like people, were also pushing against the glass door. Their faces were covered in blood with cuts and bruises all over them. Their eyes bloodshot from who knows what. Their clothes ripped with dirt and blood stains all over them.

"Charlie please go now!" Harry interrupted me.

I nodded running into the back to collect the bags we made. We decided if anything did happen we should be prepared. In the bags we had long lasting food, first aid kits, spare clothes, water and various items to defend ourselves with if need be. I quickly grabbed them all and rushed out of the back room. I slung my bag over my shoulders and looked up to the boys.

"Okay, on the count of three. We'll all let go, grab the bags and run out the back door okay?" Liam instructed, looking at all of our worried faces.

We all nodded. I ran up to the back door and opened it, making sure they could get out.

"One!" Liam yelled.

"Two!"

"Three!"

I heard them all run for the bags and come storming through the back door. Once they all ran through, I quickly checked behind me. Trust me, bad mistake. The people were already at the door. I tried running but someone grabbed my leg. Their sharp nails digging into my leg.

"Help!" I screamed, hoping to get the attention of one of the boys.

Louis turned around, shock evident on his face. He ran towards me and attempted to pry the zombies hand off my leg. I kept kicking and screaming trying to get the zombie off my leg. I looked up into the face of the zombie. No it couldn't be. I looked carefully. Soon realising who it was; Sarah. What happened to her? I stopped thinking when louis yanked her hands off my leg. He pulled me up and kept running. I ran behind them, soon catching up.

We ran through an alleyway and into a shop, further down the road. I stopped when we got in there and sat down on a chair. I looked down at my leg. A red hand print was on my left leg along with a big gash. I thought I felt something cut my leg as we ran. I winced as a sharp pain ran through my leg. I took my bag off my bag and opened it up in search of the first aid kit. Once I found it, I applied some cream to stop it from hurting and tied a bandage around it.

"Charlie are you okay?" Zayn asked, looking over at me wrapping up my leg.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a cut." I smiled reassuringly.

He just smiled an obvious forced one. All of the boys came over and sat around me.

"What were those things?" Niall asked, looking around at everyone.

We all held the same facial expressions; confused, scared. I honestly didn't know what they were. I've been thinking about it a lot though. They didn't seem normal. Like they had some sort of virus or something. They looked like zombies.

"I'm not sure, but I know that we should stay away from them." Liam said.

"Yea." We all agreed.

"So guys we need to think of a new plan. Where do you think survivors could be hiding?" Liam asked, grabbing a piece of paper from the bag and a pen.

"Well, they could be hiding in a building or a place none of us have heard about." Louis suggested, shrugging his shoulders, signalling he wasn't sure.

"I agree. I think in a couple of days we should go out and have a look around. See if there any signs of people." I said, looking around the room. "For now, let's just stay here."

They all nodded their heads and started conversations amongst themselves. I stood up and walked over to a couch that was placed near the chair. I decided that this would be a good place to sleep, or try to sleep. After much tossing and turning, I finally fell into a deep sleep.

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Running. That's all I was doing. Running. To where? I have absolutely no idea. I turned my head to look behind me. Zombies were behind me. Not chasing me, but following me. I kept running but looked down at myself. Ripped clothes, blood stains on my shirt and pants, my hands also had blood on them, with cuts and bruises.

What am I?

No. No, this can't be happening. The cut Sarah gave me. It did start to hurt but I didn't pay any attention to it. It must have got infected and I caught the disease. I looked ahead of me. The boys. All of them, Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn. Running away from us.

Why were they running away?

Then, I had a sudden urge for blood. I don't know why. I just did. I realised I was running for them. I wanted them. I wanted their blood. I started running harder towards them.

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I sat up straight on the couch. Sweat was dripping from my forehead down my cheek. My hands were clammy and the collar of my top was wet from sweating.

I looked around the room. The boys were all fast asleep. I sighed a breath of relief. It was all a dream. None of it was real.

I rolled my pants up my leg to have a look at the cut. It was turning green and had dry blood around it. No, I'm not turning into one of them. If I just keep it bandaged up maybe it'll stop spreading. I rolled my pants back down and took a breath. I laid back down on the couch, hoping I would fall back asleep. I ended up laying awake for most of the night, thinking about my dream.

What if that's a sign? What if that actually happened?