Refugee (A One Direction zombie fan fiction) [sorry slow update]

5: Food Hunting

Chapter five

It's been 3 days, and we've been working on the formula--or atleast I'm trying to help. I'm sure Luke would love working with them--they're quite smart, and I'm sure they'd be able to relate to each other, unlike me.

I try hard to be a good mad scientist by day, and cry and cry by night. I can't help it, I miss my family. Every night I cry myself to sleep, trying hard not to wake them up.

"Rise and shine, Princess!" Michael greeted me as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning. Then I realized his face was so close to mine, so I pushed him farther to get some personal space.

"What is it now, Michael?" I snapped.

Michael has been calling me Princess ever since that flirting incident. I don't really mind, but he's also started to get too close like he wants us to breathe the same air all the time. That's the annoying-and-I-can't-stand-it part.

"We're going on a food hunt!" He announced excitedly.

I looked at him blankly, then stood up to brush my teeth.

"What? You're just going to ignore me like that?"

"You don't make shensh." I said, while brushing my teeth.

"We're going on a food hunt!" he says again, grinning like a dog.

I spit, "Is that something I should look forward to? And have we ran out of food already for such a short period of time?"

"Yes, and yes. It is something you should look forward to because you're doing it with the one and only Michael. And we did ran out of food supplies, thanks to the pig we have in here." He said the last sentence loudly so Niall could hear it.

"Hey," Niall called innocently. "It's not my fault that my stomach is flexible."

I turned to Michael and crossed my arms. "Fine. But why us?"

"You're hurting me, Princess." He pouted.

"I've had a tough week, Michael. I just fed the zombies, and I don't think I'm ready to encounter some again." I gave him my best please-pity-the-lady look.

"Yeah, but that's not how life works here. See, Zayn and Niall got their turn last time, remember? That was when they met you," he explained.

"Yeah. But..." but what? This leech won't stop bugging me anyway. "Okay, let's go."

And that, people, is how I ended up food hunting with Michael the freaking leech.

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"This," he holds out a box M&M's, "is what we call luck." Then he blows the dust and kisses the box.

"Okay, so we've got 12 beverages, 2 bags of chips, and a box of M&M's. How many days do you think this will last?"

Michael held his chin, as if thinking deeply. "Based on my calculations, with Niall in the house, this will approximately last for... two days."

"Two days?!" I exclaimed.

"At most. Less than 24 hours, at least." He says. "Now, let's look for more."

We kept looking, then. We were currently at an abandoned house that stinks of dead rat. We have gone to three houses already, and fortunately we haven't encountered any zombies yet. Michael isn't being that much of a leech anymore; he seemed to take this food hunting thing seriously.

"I think there's nothing left in this house. Let's hop in the next one."

"Michael, this is the last house in the block," I reminded him.