"The Zombie Book"

Chapter 37

(ALRIGHT GUYS. SOME WEIRD STUFF IS GONNA GO ON AND JAMES IS GONNA GET PRETTY CLOSE TO YA FACE. HE IS SOOO MUCH OLDER THAN YOUR CHARACTER. he isn't a pedo..)

Your P.O.V

James just kept pacing. Completly unaware of Harry and Zach, standing next to me on the stretcher. We didn't stop him from pacing. We all stared awhile.
"James.." I mumbled under my breath. Zach looked over at me a little worried. As if I was going to suddenly blurt out everything that happened with Parker. James didn't look over at us.
"James." I said a little louder. He still didn't look over. I saw Mark cautiously stick his head out and look at us. He shook his head no violently. Zach noticed too, and became immediately confused.
"James..?" I said louder then last. He just kept pacing. His mind was somewhere else.
"God damnit James! Answer!" He snapped his head up at my voice. Finally. He ran over and shot question after question. Zach shrugged and walked off, heading into Parker's tent. He glared at Harry before leaving.
"Harry is fine, I'm fine, I haven't seen Parker, Zach is fine, no none of us are bitten, we left cuz Harry was half dead, no nothings broken." I quickly answered the only questions I heard, cutting him off in his ramble.
James sighed in relief and tightly hugged me, squishing Cheyenne. Cheyenne jumped off the stretcher and trotted away to lean up against Harry's shoes. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou...." He quickly rambled again. I awkwardly pat his back when he lifted me off the stretcher, still hugging me. Harry begin to discreetly whistle loudly. I sighed a little.
I had to be honest, I liked this hug.. it reminded me of someone...
"A-alright... Can you put me down?"
He sat me on the stretcher again. I looked away.
"(Y/N)," He said sternly.
I looked back at him. He was inches from my face. His green eyes were staring at my (E/C) ones. A tint of sadness in them. And another emotion I just couldn't quite understand. He leaned a little closer to my ear, his lips bearly brushing against it as he spoke. It sent shivers down my spine.
"I know you saw Parker.." He began almost silently. I could hear a surprised gasp from Harry when he noticed how close James was to me.
"I know he told you about a secret.." I was shocked. How did he know? He wasn't there.. was he?
"I feel like I should tell you all about it.. do you think I should?" I shakily nodded my head. As I nodded, his lips tickled my ears like before.
James backed away from me and nodded.
"Harry,"
Harry seemed shocked when James said his name. He snapped his head up in James's direction.
"When the sun begins to go down, gather everyone else and tell them to meet with me and (Y/N) in the middle of the camp. Go right now and tell everyone not to leave. My orders. If I find out anyone went outside the perimeter, they're gone. Got it?"
Harry and me were both shocked at his orders. Harry hesitantly nodded and ran off towards Parker's tent, where Zach was.

Harry's P.O.V

After sometime, I had informed everyone of James's rules.
"Can't... Leave?" I muttered under my breath.
James had volunteered to watch (Y/N) and Cheyenne for the day. I looked up at the sky. According to the weather, it was fall. The winds were chilly. And the leaves were browning. One tree, in the middle of camp, was the only tree that had already lost most of its leaves. I sighed. The sigh sent a sharp sting through my back. Zach, still hates me.

~~~~~~~~~ flashback

I walked into the tent. I saw a trapdoor in the corner almost immediately. I wasn't gonna mess with that.
"Zachary?" I called out quietly.
I took another step and heard an annoyed groan. I looked around for the source. But I saw nothing. I took another step. This groan made the person sound way more annoyed than last.
"Zachary? Is that you?"
"Who do you expect it to be!?" Zach popped up out of the trapdoor in the ground.
"Uh.. J-james said th-" I mentally cursed my self for stuttering. Zach interrupted my sentance and jumped out of the trapdoor.
"What, do you want?"
"James.. said that y-..."
He....He slapped me. I held my cheek where he hit. It stang.
"W-...what was that for!?" He laughed at my stutter.
"Harry Benet, I hate you! With all I have, I hate you!" His words stung more than my cheek (although that stang too).
"I-i dont understand!" I cursed myself for stuttering again.
He grabbed my shoulders. I looked at him with confusion. His hazel eyes were burning with rage. He raised his knee and jabbed me in the stomach. Right where the stitching was. I slid to the ground in pain.
"You have three seconds to explain what the hell your doing in here. Go."
"J-james said th- ahh..." Speaking hurt my stomach more.
"Nothing to say?" He kicked my side.
I covered my mouth, not wanted to scream. Tears were brimming my eyes.
"Wh-what the h-hell Zachary!?" He laughed at me.
'God damnit Harry..' I thought to myself. I began to scoot towards the tents opening.
"Where do you think your going? Hmm?" He zipped up the tent before I could escape. The tent zipped upwards, and the pain in my stomach and side prevented me from standing.
"Z-zach! S-stop it!" I half yelled half whispered.
"And if I don't?" I slightly smirked at this opportunity. But quickly frowned again. (Y/N) wouldn't hear me if I screamed. No one would. I was to quiet..
"Exactly." He kicked my other side.
"Z-zach! Your g-gonna break the stitching!" He shrugged at my statement. He kicked me again.
I covered my mouth in fear that I would scream. I can't be seen as weak.. he just continued to kick me. I curled into the fetal position.
Suddenly, I felt a warm, sappy liquid begin to run down my stomach and onto the floor. He wasn't even fazed by my blood.
I began to cry.