Take Us Back (1D)

48 Days In

In honor of The Walking Dead season 4 premiering tonight <3

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Zayn's POV

Ray has been getting more and more distant each day since the attack.

Five days have passed. She doesn't talk to Harry or Liam, and she barely gives me a response.

I really hope she feels better soon...

Ray's POV

I feel so guilty.

I've been putting up an act that I'm still traumatized by that walker in the farmer's market. The truth is that I haven't forgotten my plot to leave. I've always been on my own, and I'm not ready to change that.

I've been on my own for forty days, and have been with these boys for eight.

I figured that if I keep up this act, and avoid talking to the boys, they'll be less suspicious.

I'll snag a few handguns and make my way out.

I wait for everyone to be asleep again.

Deja vu.

I sit at the edge of my booth a while longer. I've gotten a little too close to these boys the past eight days... Or the three that I really talked to them.

I put my face on my hands and sigh. I will really miss Liam and Harry...and Zayn. Zayn protected me and comforted me when I need him. The past few days though...

I've been ignoring them as much as possible. Liam would always bring me food and sometimes I would give him a gracious nod, kind of like the first day. Harry would always try to make conversation. He would sit at the vinyl seat across the table and tell me stories about him and his sister, Gemma. When I wouldn't respond, he would sigh and walk away with his head low and his sweaty curls falling on his face.

I would let Zayn in a little. I trusted him somewhat. Zayn would come and try to make conversation with me, like Harry, but he would lie down with me when I wouldn't respond. He would hug me and whisper comforting words. It made me feel worse about faking my condition.

They seemed to care about me so far, but I really want to leave.

I stand up and pull the bottom of my shirt down.

I hastily enter the kitchen and grab my bag from behind the fridge where I put it a few days ago. I take a pistol to keep inside my coat and a flashlight to last the darkness.

I flick on the flashlight and point it towards the door. My hand touches the cool doorknob and slowly starts to twist it. When the door creaks, I shut my eyes and breath out.

Instead of trying to open the door slowly, I quickly open the door and slip outside. Once I'm out, I grab the door knob and slowly close the door again.

I slip the backpack onto my right shoulder and flick on the flashlight. I look up to the sign that represents the gas station.

Goodbye Gil's Pitstop.

I guess I'll just head towards the town where Harry and Liam got supplies. My feet make a crinkling noise as they tread over the dry grass.

I'm finally doing it.

After a minute of walking down the open road, I start to feel a presence. I look behind me on the street that's dimly lit by the solar powered street lights. The light that tints the road orange makes everything even more ominous.

I look ahead once again and walk. When I head a few noises behind me, I speed up a little.

Crack.