Run Little One

Rosalie, Holden, Alice and Hunter

May's POV

Alfie, Joe and Zoe had all run up and were hugging these people, who from where I was standing, could not identify. By the sound of Zoe's "oh my gods" and crying, I could tell these were friends.

Pulling Garrett up into my arms and resting him on my hip, he wraps his small arms around my neck and holds tight, his breathing quick with fear.

"Hey! We're okay!" I say to him, bouncing him, and kissing him on the top of the head.

I walk towards the rest of the group, who have now met up with the unknown group. The other four members begin walking towards us, although I can't see their faces. As I approach Zoe, I see who she's blabbering over: Louise and Darcy. Looking to my right, I see Jim and Tanya, conversing with Joe, Alfie, and Sean. Caspar stands alongside Zoe, kneeling down and talking to Darcy.

I stand there in absolute shock. If this had been any other situation, my inner fan-girl would be exploding out of my chest. Even now, seeing these people gives me butterflies. I mean honestly, who would ever have thought I would be stuck in a apocalyptic world with world-famous Youtubers?

"And who's this?" Jim Chapman, who is taller than I thought he would be, walks over to me, smiling down at Garrett and me.

"I-I'm May. And this is Garrett. Zoe and Alfie saved us." I say, trying mg best to remain calm. Jim Chapman!?

"Well, any friend of Zalfie's is a friend of mine!" He says cheerily, as if we weren't facing death at every turn. How is he always happy?
By this time, the other four people have reached us, and I stand at the back, examining their faces:

The man: average build with brownish-blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a bandage covering one of his hands and his shirt is ripped at the waistline.

The woman: long reddish hair and brown eyes. She has freckles and the prettiest dimples I've ever seen. She's quite short, but looks like she could kick ass if needed be.

The child: a little girl, maybe 3. She has short blonde hair that is pulled into a tiny ponytail that sticking out of the back of her head. The woman carries her close, as she clings to her.

I look at the people in front of me and recount them over and over.
Only seven...

Glancing to the side, I see the last person I was looking for: the boy.

He stands about six feet tall, with ocean blue eyes and blonde hair. He's wearing a beaten down black  leather jacket, and a gun is slung over his shoulder. He walks towards me and I put Garrett down, as he runs to Zoe, holding on to her legs, as Darcy and he exchange some small words.

"Um hey" he says, his voice deep and raspy. He stops only about two feet in front of me, looking me deep in the eyes.

"Uh-hi. I'm May." I say, unsure of wether I'm supposed to shake his hand or just stand here.

"I'm Hunter...uh...you're not from here either, are you?" He asks. He's American too...

"Oh uh- no I was here in vacation when...when the virus broke out" I say the last part a bit quieter than I was originally talking. I look down at the ground, suddenly finding my shoes very interesting.

"How did you meet Jim and Tanya? And Louise?" I ask, after searching my mind to keep the conversation going.

"They actually saved me. I was here on vacation too. I was alone after I got separated from my family and they said I could stick with them. And then we found Alice alone and we just stuck together." I find their story very similar to my own.

"Alice is the little girl by the way." He says, gesturing to the little girl who is being held by the woman.

"That's Rosalie, and he's Holden. They're brother and sister." He says, pointing out each person. As he looks back towards me, Garrett comes running up to me and clings to me. Hunter looks down at him, and squats down to be level with him, giving him a warm smile.

"And who are you?" He asks, his voice soft and comforting.

"Garrett. I'm five." Garrett says, holding up five fingers. Hunter laughs at this.

"How old are you?" Garrett questions, loosening his grip on my leg.

"I'm sixteen-"
"How many of these" Garrett questions before he finishes, holding up his fingers. Hunter laughs and holds up ten fingers, followed by six.

"That's a lot!" Garrett says, shocked at the fact that someone can be older than him. I laugh at this and he looks up at me.

"How old are you?" He demands, pointing at me. I hold up ten fingers, followed by four. This gets a smile from Hunter, as Garrett holds his arms up and I lift him off the ground, holding him on my hip once again.

"So he's not your brother?" Hunter asks, sounding confused.

"Oh no! I was on a train to get out of the city and people were getting attacked so I jumped off and took a him with me." I say, as Garrett rests his head on my shoulder and his eyes begin to flutter.

"You saved him?" He says, more of a statement than a question.

"I guess so, yeah" I say, looking down at his face, as his eyes close and his breathing becomes small snores. Hunter follows my eye contact and smiles at Hunter, his eyes soft and his smile comforting.

"Hey! We're heading back to their camp, grab your things" Caspar says to us. I turn around to grab my bag, when a hand reaches down and grabs it for me. I look up and Hunter has my bag slung around his shoulders.

"Thanks" I smile at him, and begin to walk, trying my best to not disturb Garrett, who has now fallen into a deep sleep.

"Anytime May" he says, smiling at me. My heart flutters at the sight of his smile.

Wait! I can't get attached to this boy...I don't even know him...

A/N
Hi! As I promised, I have an update. This is really just a descriptive chapter, sorry for the lack of action, but a LOT is going to happen soon! We still haven't found out what happened to Poppy?!