The Falling Stars (The Vamps and One Direction Zombie Apocalypse)

Chapter 3- The mysterious Danish dude

When I woke my neck was stiff from the awkward position in which I’d slept. Judging by the small amount of pinkish light on the horizon, it was early morning, and on a glance of my watch, I confirmed it was 5:30 am. I grunted, not wanting to wake the others who were also sleeping in what looked to be discomfort. Emilie shook her head and frowned in her sleep, and Brad was growling under his breath. Brad often dreamt of Ellie, a girl he had seen a few times before the infection, and I knew he blamed himself for leaving her behind. Her name was Elinor, and I’d never heard Brad speak about anyone the same way. When he talked about her, his eyes lit up, and his mouth curled into a half smile as if he knew something I didn’t. Elinor, Eleanor, it could have been Brad screaming yesterday. Who knows what happened to his Ellie.

“Hey” Said Sofia’s voice softly from the driver’s seat. I could see her blue-green eyes watching me in the rear view mirror as I groggily righted myself. “Would you mind waking the others?” she asked. Her eyes had dark rings around them, indicating sleep deprivation. I shook my head, feeling selfish. I didn’t want to wake the others, as Brad would wake crying and James would lash out, no doubt adding a nice purple bruise to my already beat up frame. It was surprising how unstable we all were after the four months we had endured of this emotional and physical torture. “Okay, I get it, Em scratches me when I try to wake her, so I’ll find another way” agreed Sofia, and she slammed her fist momentarily onto the horn, causing the others to awake with a start.

Brad swore, rubbing the back of his head, and tears rolled down his cheeks. James’ fist slammed into a wall, sending a vibration all the way down to where I was sitting, and Emilie fisted the fabric of her turquoise hoody. They looked up expectantly, obviously anticipating an onslaught or attack, but I simply pointed out of the window at the grey brick building that had appeared in front of our eyes.

“Welcome” Emilie smiled cheesily “To Army Base 1”

The Alanbrooke Barracks was a huge white building interspersed with grey and red bricks. It looked more like a stately home than an army base!

“Nice huh?!” Emilie laughed “All the army shit’s round the back!”

Sofia drove through an archway and we saw all the ‘army shit’. there was a huge building, painted khaki green, with a helicopter landing pad on top. There was also a huge field, machine gun posts set up at different intervals. A lone undead wandered in circles about a mile away, and its moans sounded reversed and sad.

Despite the army equipment, it was the closest we had got to luxury since we had been home. We were gazing around, open mouthed like kids in Disney land.

A girl with pink hair ran out in front of the van. She had a bow and sheath of arrows slung over her arm, and a rucksack. She was wearing a tattered band t-shirt, Panic! At the Disco I think, and the sleeves of her black hoody were riddled with tears.

“Who’s that?” I asked as she was followed by another girl who had a head of black braids and a double ended sword.

“They’re both pretty illusive actually,” explained Sofia “The one with the sword, her name begins with an ‘A’ I think, it might be Avery, or Aud, something like that”

“The pink one with the arrows doesn’t have a name, well, she’s never said one. They don’t really talk, them two. Won’t say anything. We just call her Katniss, you know, like in The Hunger Games. It’s all we’ve got for her, we used to call her the nameless archer, but, you know, it got weird!” Laughed Emilie “I’ve never heard the pink one speak. She sings a lot in her room though, strange songs that I think were like pop or rock or something once”

“The other one, Avery, Audrey whatever, she speaks a lot, but she doesn’t talk.” Sofia added

“What?” Asked Brad, puzzled.

“She talks about everything, but herself, her situation. We have no idea who she or the other one really are!” Sofia finished.

I could see ‘Katniss’ hiding in the base of a big tree 25 metres away from the zombie. She shot an arrow from her bow, which flew through the air and killed it in seconds. She and the other girl then ran, fast as Olympians towards our minibus which Sofia had stopped in an indoor parking bay.

While I retrieved the bags and weapons from the seat, I heard their feet come pounding in. I hopped out of the van, and was face to face with the dark eyes of the one whose name began with ‘A’.

“So, new people, ex band members, new mouths to feed. They’re not from around here, they’ve come from far away. He knows things.” She pointed into my chest while she spoke “At least he thinks he does. He may be mistaken. He is disdainful of your unconventional hair colour.”

‘Katniss’ Looked into my eyes with her deep brown ones, before looking away, muttering something to herself. The way she muttered, could have been mistaken for mental illness, but I could tell it was not. It was becoming more and more difficult to discern between madness and sadness in this world, and I could tell she was suffering from crippling sadness. The smile she shot me was just a mask, and the utterance was probably words of self comfort.

I turned away, and Sofia glanced towards the door. She pulled down the door of the garage, and led us through another door into a corridor. From then onwards, it seemed like an endless maze of corridors and rooms, Emilie talking us through each one but not one of us retaining the information.

“The best thing about this place is we have unlimited power, electricity, hot water, you name it. They make army base supplies amazing!” Sofia laughed, and Brad stopped still.

 “Show me where I can stay, bathroom, anything!” He exclaimed excitedly. Sofia showed him to a room and James eventually tailed away too.

“Here’s meeting room” said Emilie, and showed me into a room full of people drinking tea, playing checkers and reading books. It was like I walked into a slightly less electronic time window back to 2013!

I was introduced to everyone, and I think I was able to remember everyone’s name and identity though to be honest I didn’t care too much who people were. Already, the only one I hadn’t rubbed up the wrong way was a man who didn’t even speak a word of English! His name was Lars, and he was a decent man who had an excellent poker face judging by the game we played!

“Connor du er en dejlig dreng, jeg meget godt håber du overleve som du fortjener et liv udenfor dette blod verden” He said, and I nodded, pretending to know what he meant. The sincerity in which he said it told me he was no longer speaking about poker, so I smiled and patted his hand. “Jeg ved, du vil ikke forstå mit modersmål, men jeg ønsker dig alt held og lykke til dig”

Cat, a girl with fair hair was listening.

“I think he’s saying ‘You deserve to live outside this blood world, I wish you the best luck” I nodded; glad she could at least translate a little.

“Pigen med den lyserøde hår forudser sandheden, som du bør lytte, og sværdet pige bærer nøglen til immunitet, bevogte dem med dit liv, som det vil betale dig stor fordel til gengæld”

“I think he said, ‘The hair, something about truth, listen, what?  Something about a key, and a guard, and the sword girl. I’m unsure of the rest, sorry, my Danish isn’t that good” She said

“Thank you anyway,” I offered, and she smiled, and hugged me. I hugged back, glad to have some physical contact that wasn’t painful.

A/N Sorry if my Danish sucked, I got it off google translate! I will update again tonight I think but if not them tomorow morning! 

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