On The Run: The Beginning (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

1- We Have To Flee

I took off my headphones as I heard a low voice and assumed it was my mother talking to me.

"Did you say something?" I yelled to my mother hoping she would hear me the first time. She ran into my room seeming worried. She had her phone in her hand and was calling somebody in a rush.

"New York has been bombed!" she told me as I widened my mouth in a shock. I couldn't believe it. As I was saying something she started talking with the person on the phone, telling them the same thing she told me but more worried. She walked out of my room as I got up fastly and opened the news app on my phone.

"New York, Pennysylvania and Maryland bombed, more than thousands dead."

I covered my mouth with my hand not wanting to believe it. How could it be possible? Is it that easy to just bomb a few states at the same time? Irefreshed the main page, hoping there will be more updates.

"This just in. Ohio and Michigan has been bombed several times. Locals can't be reached."

To be honest, I was freaking scared and horrified at the same time. I started crying, I panicked. I started shouting my moms name while I was crying. This had to be a sick joke. As I could hear from her crying too, she was beyond afraid just like me. I ran to the licing room to turn on the TV.

"Mom, what are we going to do?" I said trying to not to panic her. She had her eyes locked on to the news.

"East United States is in a hard situation. Several states had been attacked by anonymous organizations. Don't leave your house and get to the nearest safe place. It's been said that each city in the mentioned states has been attacked several times causing almost all of the population to get wounded or die. The states are; Maine, New Hampshire, Connecticut, New Jersey, New York, Maryland, Rhode Island, Delaware,"

I crossed my fingers hoping he'd not mention the state my friends and family are at, Michigan.

"Massachussetts, West Virginia, Virginia. We couldn't reach to anybody who are currently are in those states."

I was about to freak out. What are we going to do? Just die? Like what is this? I took a deep breath.

"Mom, we have to flee." I said as wiping away my tears. My mom turned to me in a shock.

"We are NOT going anywhere! How can you say that?"

"Because I am afraid. I don't want to die mom, please," I said while crying harder and grabbing her hand, begging her.

"Please come with me, please, let's leave. Let's go to the west while we can, then we can go to another country." She shook me off aggressively.

"I am not going anywhere, I'm going to Michigan Samantha. If I die, I'll be with our whole family and you will be coming too." I stood in shock. She didn't care, she was already on her phone booking flights.

"I'm not going to do that. Mom you don't understand." I said screaming. She didn't even care to answer and went straight to her room, packing up. I wasn't in the place to fight back, so I just went to my room and grabbed a small bag. I went to my gardrobe and grabbed a few t-shirts and pants. I tucked them in the bag and told my mom to hurry up. She was also ready in a few minutes.

10 minutes later

We were at the airport and it was a mess, also very crowded. We quickly went to the place where the gates are at. My mom went in first. I stood there.

Did I really wanted to go there? Risk my life? Hell I wasn't going to do that. The hard thing was leaving my mom, my family.

I told myself that I've tried. I've tried to convinve her to come with me. This is on her now.

I ran away from there and started searching for the plane that was going to west. I slowed down when I saw the words "Gate 1065 Oregon"

I had no choice but to get in the plane. It was my luck that they didn't check tickets. Probably because of the chaos. I got in the plane and found a seat. I was hoping for the best.

4 hours later

I caught a taxi and asked them to take me to a motel, preferably really far away from the city. And they did.

"Stop By Motel"

Just like any other motel. Dirty and probably had seen a few murders. Which I did not care at that point. I was in the room, I didn't know how long I was going to stay or even if I could survive. Hopefully I'll catch a plane that goes to Canada or Mexico. All I wanted to do was to escape. I was tired as hell.

I sat on the bed and checked my phone to see about 17 calls and 39 texts from my mom which I didn't had the guts to read nor call her back. So I just shut my eyes and tried to sleep instead.

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hey guys! thanks for reading this and i hope you liked it :)) of course this isn't nearly as exciting as this will get in the next few parts and zayn will come into the story soon, dont worry xx