Heartbeat [Zarry] [Zombie AU]

Chapter Six

HARRY.

A crick in my neck awakes me from my uncomfortable sleep, and I sit up straighter, wincing and rubbing my sore neck. Ow, I think I slept wrong.

For a full minute, I don't recognize my surroundings. Then slowly but surely, the events of yesterday catch up to me, and I have the urge to scream.

But I suppress it and remain calm, slowly straightening my body up. I throw the duvet off my body, and peek out of the window. Oh, it's morning.

Also, I see no sign of any corpses. And inside, I don't see the black haired corpse either.

Okay, the coast is clear.

Without wasting another minute, I push open the heavy train compartment door with my shoulder and book it out of there, sprinting through the same train tunnel the corpse brought me through. I keep glancing behind my shoulder, and I don't stop 'til I reach the entrance of the train station, panting. Thank the Lord I made it 'til here.

I gulp, and take in the surroundings as I hide behind a ticket booth. The entrance is of course teeming with corpses, so how the hell am I going to do this? Looks like the only option I have is to just run as fast as I can. And I know for a fact that these corpses can never catch up to me, 'cos they move agonizingly slow.

I take a deep breath and uncrouch from my hiding position, readying my muscles. I then break off into a run, not taking my eyes off the wide arched entrance.

Zombies start to growl and sniff at me but I ignore them. Just as I run make it out of the arched entrance and turn left, I hide behind the wall, pressing my back against the cold bricks, breathing heavily.

I'm about to breathe out a sigh of relief when out of nowhere I get cornered by a two hungry zombies. My heart starts beating rapidly in my chest as I press myself further against the cobble stoned wall. Not, good. Not good!

I flick my blade knife and shakily point it at the moaning and sniffing corpses, but I doubt this will scare them. It doesn't do them any harm, for God's sake!

The two burly zombies keep menacingly advancing towards me, still sniffing at my delicious scent, and I keep looking left and right for any sort of way out. One of them knocks my knife out of my hand, and my face pales.

"Shit!" I curse. This is it. I'm dead. Why did I leave that stupid corpse? Maybe if only one corpse had eaten me, it would've been less painful. Now look-

I scream in surprise when a strong hand grips my bicep, yanking me towards itself. "M-mine," a surprisingly familiar voice growls, and the two corpses moan in annoyance, as they shuffle away.

The hand still forcefully gripping my bicep turns me around, and I meet the impassive pale blue eyes of the black haired corpse. I watch in awe as he lifts his hand up and runs it through his shaggy black hair in frustration, and wow, that was hot.

What the fuck, Harry? Did you just call a corpse hot?

"T-told you. N-not... sa-safe," he speaks in a chiding tone, and once again cups my cheek, rubbing the weird smelling blood on my skin, that he told me hides my scent. His hand lingers on my cheek longer than necessary. The corpse then sniffs me, nodding in approval.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," I grumble like a little kid who has just been caught, as the corpse once again starts leading me back the way we came, inside the crowded train station.

"What now?" I ask, as I warily eye the hordes of corpses.

"Play d-dead," the zombie suggests.

"Uh, okay?" I shrug, and raise my arms in front of me, and do the zombie walk, while moaning.