Run Little One

Morning

Zoe's POV

My eyes flutter open as I take in my surroundings: a roughly made bed, a snoring Alfie, and glass, shattered all over the room.

"It was already here" Alfie groans, stretching his arms far above his head.

"The glass?" I say. He nods. I sit up and pull the sheets up to my shoulders, embracing the warmth.

"They don't happen to have running water here, do they?" I ask, my hopes low.
"They have a shower and buckets of water. It's better than nothing" Alfie says. That'll do.

I stand up and grab my bag (that Alfie so kindly brought in for me) and walk down the hall .
Opening the door, I open up to a quite large bathroom, with a big stained glass window in the middle, cascading reds, blues and yellows across the floor in dancing sparkles. I step in, a red blob shadowing in my bare foot. Stepping up to the vanity, I put my bag on the floor and steady myself on the sink. Glancing up, I catch sight of myself.

Staring back at me is quite the sight. Whoever this person is, has been through hell. Hair mangled in a saggy ponytail, cuts and bruises all over her face, and looking as if she hasn't slept in weeks.

"This is me" I whisper to the girl in the mirror. I gingerly bring my hand up to my hair and roughly pull my ponytail out, letting my hair fall to my shoulders. I strip my clothes off, dirt caked into the seams, and throw them on the floor. I tip-toe over to the shower, looking in at the eight massive buckets of water. I scoop up some up and splash it in my face, chills spiraling through my body.

Grabbing a cloth, I walk back to the mirror and begin to wipe the dirt off my face. I study my new cuts, and notice new scars forming on my forehead. I bury my head in the cloth, wiping away the last of the dirt. As I pull the towel away from my face, someone joins the girl in the mirror.

Mark.

I spin around, backing against the sink and clutching the cloth to my chest, only to find myself alone in the bathroom. I exhale a deep sigh and steer towards the shower. Grabbing one of the buckets, I stand in the shower and close my eyes, pouring the liquid over me, chilling me to the bone, with a loud slush. I stand there, shivering yet refreshed. I hold the cloth close to me. My body has begun shaking more violently, not just from the chills. I silently sob in the dark room, my skin illuminated by the stained glass window.

Caspar's POV

I sit up suddenly, awakened by my own snoring and notice I'm not alone.
Holden and Rosalie sleep on the couch, her head resting in his shoulder, while a small snore escapes his mouth. Joe sits in the arm-chair next to me, curled into a ball.
I chuckle at this sight and reach for my phone, only to remember what world this is. I place my hands back on my lap, slightly annoyed at myself. Standing up, I walk to the kitchen and fill up my water bottle. Taking it back to the sitting area, I walk over to the window, drawing back the curtains slightly and taking in the view. London. Destroyed. It makes my heart skip a beat every time I see the horrifying sight.

"I never thought London would look like this" Joe says from behind me. I guess he woke up.

"I can't remember the last time I slept" I say not turning around. Joe walks up, now next to me.

"When I woke up, I actually thought everything was back to normal. I though the whole virus thing was just a dream. I was hoping it was" Joe says, pacing now.

"It happens every time I fall asleep"
I turn around and see Holden and Rosalie have woken up.

"You'll never get used to it" Rosalie says honestly. As she says this, Joe's stomach rumbles. This earns a small laugh from all of us.

"But you don't have to get used to starvation" Holden says, standing up and waking to the kitchen. I turn around and sit back down on the couch I slept on, folding my hands with my elbows on my knees. A sudden splash from down the hall catches my attention, as Alfie walks down the hall.

"I guess Zoe found the shower" Alfie says, sitting down next to me. Holden and Rosalie rustle around with something in the kitchen, as Alfie shares off into space.
Jim walks down the hall, and plops down the armchair next to us. Joe states out the window, his arms crossed, concentrating on something.

The smell of breakfast begins to waft into the room, drawing me out of my trance, as my stomach growls even louder than before.

"Well someone's hungry" Jim laughs. I smile weakly at him. I just don't feel up for smiling. Or laughing. Or anything really.

Something's off. Something's wrong.

May's POV

I open my eyes slightly , only to squint them at the light beaming into the room. In front of me is the bed where Garrett and Alice are sleeping. Two small lumps underneath a thick blanket rise and fall with soft snores. When someone moves beside me, I inmediato jump, but then I remember who it is that moved.

Hunter.
He sleeps with his head to the side, his blonde hair messed up with his mouth slightly open. I take this time to look at him. Not in a creepy way, but rather just to see him in daylight.

He's absolutely gorgeous. His cornsilk hair, his smile, just everything. I brush a piece of hair out of his face as he begins to stir.

"Good morning" I whisper. He smiles, keeping his eyes shut. I begin to stand up when I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me back down, crashing onto the bean bag chair. I look down at him.

"Hunter" I say, laughing slightly.
"I'm sleeping shhh" he says, holding his finger up to his lips. I swiftly stand in one motion and stand over him with my arms crossed.

"Fine lazy ass" I say, turning to Garrett and Alice's bed, and sitting down.
"Watch your language young lady" he retorts, becoming more awake.
"Young lady? I'm almost your age" I say. It hits me then.

What's the date?
Is today...
"What's the date today?" I ask, standing up.
"It's the 19th. Why?" He asks.

November 19.
Today's my 15th birthday.
I feel the warm tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes as my throat begins to close.

A/N
I am literally the worst person ever! I haven't updated in so long and I'm so sorry! High school is absolutely fucking crazy and I've had no time. Im trying to post more cuz I have ideas I just don't ever have the time to write them down.
Btw, yes my actual birthday is November 19 and I am gonna be 15. I just thought it was easier to make it my b-day.