Survivors (One Direction/Zombie)

Chapter 14

Winnie's POV

 

 

I was in the garage of this HUGE mansion doing inventory per usual.

...

Okay, maybe I was pretending to drive one of Declan's gorgeous cars, I mean come on, if you see a 1967 Chevy Impala in mint condition just sitting there gathering dust, it'll make you cry.

I was sat in the leather bound seats, admiring the classic car and running a hand over the steering wheel. I beg and beg Viv to let me take it out, but she said there was no point. The car, as beautiful as it was, wasted a lot of gas and was inefficient in a apocalyptic world. So instead, it just sits in this garage, making it impossible for me to actually do work and distracting me.

I was just about to turn the radio on when Viv burst through the door with a wild look in her eyes. I sprang up and clunked my head on the ceiling, before scrambling out of the car, the door making a sickening thud  as it met the concrete wall.

Damn it the paint.

I cursed under my breath and stood up straighter, doing my best to look like I wasn't just slacking off the job.

Viv realized what I was doing and shot me a look that said "We'll talk about that later."  She instead sighed and walked over to me, her head hung low.

"Viv? What's wrong?" she looked different. Her hair was slightly tangled and the left shoulder of her shirt was wet and stained. She looked mentally drained and her eyes still looked wild while her cheeks were flushed.

"Are we being attacked?" I panicked, it was the only explanation I could think of. Why else would she look like she just got out of a fight?

"No?" She raised a confused eyebrow at me and slumped against the hood of the car.

"I really don't know what just happened." She groaned and hung her head back. I couldn't recognize the look on her face, but I know it wasn't something I've seen in the past few months.

Sure, I've seen fear, anger, confusion, panic, desperation and hatred, but nothing ever so...intimate. Her face was scrunched, showing more emotion than I have seen since her mom died. Whatever happened, it must've affected her hard.

"Wanna try to explain?"

Viv's POV

I told Winnie everything. When I told her how Liam screamed she seemed angry. And when I told her about his break down her eyes turned with pity. But when I mentioned how..close we were, how we both held on to each other and refused to let go, her expression was thoughtful.

"I can understand why you held him. But the way you're describing it...I don't know Viv, it's definitely different." Winnie mused, a hand on her chin. Winnie was my best friend, even before the outbreak we had each other's backs and told each other everything. I trusted her not to judge, or jump to conclusions, but to listen and try to understand, even when none of it made sense to me.

"And w-when I saw his face-" I swallowed, trying to push down the bubbling in my gut.

"I got scared. I had to get out." I shook my head trying to clear my jumbled thoughts. Liam was too close, and it's not like I'm claustrophobic, but he was just too close. I groaned and buried my face in my hands.