(A/N so I read a book of imagines a while back and it had a zombie apocalypse imagine in it with 1d and I literally cried it was so good so I got some good ideas for this book. it won't be too graphic as far as the zombies go because honestly they scare the crap out of me, so I hope y'all enjoy. its gonna beige if a love/drama thing than a zombie thing so ya....)
Prologue
I heard a quiet moan coming from behind me. I turned just in time to bring the butt of my gun down on the corpse's undead body, making it crumple to the ground. Staring at the body that would soon be up again and after me, I sprinted out into the hallway to help the others.
Once in the hallway, the sight I saw was horrifying. My best friend Jesy was back-to-back with Liam, them both shooting at every corpse that walked their way. Harry was crouched just behind an overturned desk, picking off the corpses one by one. He had the best aim out of us all and if he got hurt, we'd be really lost, so we all agreed to keep him the most protected. Zayn was furiously punching and hitting a zombie with the butt of his gun, making quiet the comical scene amongst all this madness.
Shuffling was heard to my left and I whipped around quickly, planting a bullet in the head of the zombie that I had just knocked out earlier. All the sudden a blood curdling scream of curse words was heard and I turned to see the worst sight of all. Niall was pinned to the wall-his gun on the ground at his feet- and one of the lifeless killers in front of him, with a tight hold on his wrists. The creature kept snapping at him, coming closer and closer each time to biting him. I sprinted across the hallway, gun ready and cocked. I knew if I fired I wasn't good enough a shot to kill the beast without hitting Niall. Using all my weight, I flung myself at the monster, stunning it long enough to release it's grip on Niall. The corpse stumbled to the ground pulling me down with it, and for a split second I looked into the eyes of pure death: horrifying, cold, and empty. Then they changed to pure rage before the monster sunk its teeth into my bare, exposed arm.
I screamed in pain, clutching my wrists, before rolling off the creature and stumbling to my feet. Within seconds Niall had planted a bullet in the beast's head and was by my side.
"Carsyn!!!No!!!" he screamed, dropping his gun to the floor and grabbing my arm. I already felt myself slipping, and leaving my body. I knew in less that an hour, I would be one of the walking dead, And that horrified me beyond belief.
I looked up into the blue eyes I had come to love so much in the last year and a half, knowing it very well may be the last time I ever see them, as myself at least, and not some rotting undead body. But Niall's blue eyes gave me comfort. Every time I had looked into them since we started dating, I had felt this sense of safety and security. I belonged in his arms and I knew if I was going to die right now it would be like this. In his arms, staring into his eyes-eyes that brought me comfort and peace.
I sank against the nearby wall, my strength leaving me. I never broke eye contact with Niall as he sat next to me. My arm was still in his grasp as he accessed my injury.
"Oh god. I'm such a screw up. This is all my fault. I should've ju-" I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, weakly, but passionately
"Niall, it's ok." I inhaled sharply. "Get out of here, before I-I change."
He looked directly into my eyes. His blues ones were now wide and spilling over with small tears, whereas I had no strength to cry, nor did I want to. I wasn't sad, or scared, or mad. looking into his eyes I was nothing but happy and calm.
He clenched his jaw before taking my other hand as well.
"Carsyn, look at me." But I couldn't. I felt like I didn't have the energy to even live anymore, much less move my head.
"Look at me dammit!" he yelled. Frustrated and hysterical tears now spilled out of his eyes.
"Nia-" I croaked. "Le' me go-its o-ver."
"Don't talk like that, C-Carsyn do you hear me! We came to far to quit now!"
My vision was blurry now and I could feel nothing, not even Niall's large warm hands wrapped around my cold bleeding arm. I could feel my body temperature dropping and rigid chills ran through me, making my whole body shake.
"Niall lis-" I whispered, now losing my voice.
"No you listen Carsyn!" I was surprised this boy before me wasn't drowning in his own tears. "I love you and I've tried to hard for this to end now. I love you to much for this to end now. If you leave me now, I have no one. There's no telling how long the rest of us will last without you. You give us hope Carsyn. You glue us together as a group. If you give up now, you don't let yourself down, you let us all down. Please. c-c-Carsyn. I need you. Don't leave me here alone. My parents are gone, Greg is gone, Louis is gone. I need you. We all need you. Please, stay with me." His pale cheeks were glistening with wet tears and his blue crystal eyes were losing their life at the same rate my green ones were losing theirs. Although I couldn't see very clearly, his eyes were visible through the haze. Suddenly I heard three consecutive gunshots and shuffling, before I felt heat to my right. I figured it was everyone else, considering a corpse wouldn't be that warm.
"Zayn please tell me you have some serum left?" Niall choked.
"How bad is it? I only have a little left." Zayn's normally silky voice was the opposite, edgy and panicked. I felt Niall release my arm and Zayn grab it. The clicking of glass was heard and the flicking of a needle before the cool metal syringe was placed in the bend if my elbow, just above the bite.
I let out a pained hiss and uncharacteristically tried to swat at Zayn. Niall gasped and grabbed my shoulders to hold me still.
"Z-Zayn, hurry. She's changing."
The needle was pulled out of my arm and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. Then,
everything went black.
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FanfictionI looked up into the blue eyes I had come to love so much in the last year and a half, knowing it very well may be the last time I ever see them, as myself at least, and not some rotting undead body. But Niall's blue eyes gave me comfort. Every time...