Refugee (A One Direction zombie fan fiction) [sorry slow update]

4: Meet The Zombies

  Chapter four

"Niall, you really have to learn to tame that monster stomach of yours." Michael said sardonically. Niall chuckled, then threw Michael a box of juice, which he sipped happily.

For less than 24 hours, my backpack full of food supply has been diminished by half. I can't believe it. Niall really does have a monster for a stomach.  

Niall is a very cute guy, honestly. He has blond hair with a touch of brown, and the bluest eyes ever. Michael, on the other hand, is an emo. I don't know if he's really an emo, considering I don't really know his personality and I've only seen an emo look once when I was 14; Ashton underwent this phase of being an "emo" when he was 15, and it only lasted for a month. And I think Michael looks kinda like one with the pierce on his ears and dark eyeliner which brings out his wonderful green eyes, and bleached hair with long bangs. He looks like a vocalist or something of a rock band. And then there's Zayn... dark hair, brown eyes, and dark, bad boy aura. He is hot, 'nuff said. Her zombie-girlfriend must be so proud.

I didn't notice that I was staring. I only noticed when he looked at me and we made an eye contact. I felt the heat crawl on my face and I felt so stupid. Immediately, I shifted my eyes to the right, where it landed to Michael, who is also staring at me intently. He smirked at me and made his way closer.  

"Hey," he said, sitting up next to me.  

"Hey," I replied.  

"So, since we didn't really have a one-on-one conversation yet, how about we get to know each other?" He smirked.  

"Sure." I shrugged. Maybe I could use a little flirting.  

"Do you have a boyfriend?"  

"I don't have a boyfriend, actually. Why do you ask?" I said flirtatiously. I've never been good at flirting, but I'm trying.  

"Ooh, hot chick like you? That's unbelievable!" he feigned a shock.  

"Well, considering that almost all of the male species left on earth are zombies, it's not unbelievable." I shrugged.  

"But I'm not... a zombie, I mean." he winked.  

"Oh yeah? That's good to know."  

"So do you wanna make out?" I looked at him, my mouth hanging open. He is so straightforward!

He laughed. He now reminds me of my jerk ex, Kaleb Anderson. I swear our relationship just consisted of making out! I dumped him on our 2nd date, where he took me to the woods just to make out. It was a miracle that I have managed to escape from him. It was kind of traumatic for me, which is why I decided not to have any more boyfriends.

"God, I was joking! Don't kill me." Michael said, holding his hands up. Then I realized I was giving him the death glare.

"Leave her alone, Michael. Will you feed our pets now." Zayn said, and it sounded like a command than a request.  

"You have pets?" I asked excitedly. Finally, there's a dog or a cat I can turn my attention to.  

They all laughed, then Niall said, "He meant the zombies, Maeve." My face flushed.  

"Why don't you meet them?" Zayn suggested. Meet the zombies? NO FREAKING WAY! I shook my head hard and they all laughed. Fear must be written all over my face.   

"It's about time, Maeve. You should meet our friends." Michael said, grinning.  

"Y-you mean they were your friends?"  

"Yep. It was just hard to leave them out there, you know."    

After like an hour and a half of pleading (mostly done by Niall), I agreed to see them. But I told them I won't go any closer than 5 feet.