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

Chapter 8- Why Do I Have To Live?

Now, you’re probably expecting some kind of brilliant explanation or scheme that someone like Benjamin or Jake surmised, something along the lines of:

The grey blood in my veins was throbbing, but Jake had an idea. He placed a rubber band around my hand so tightly it went pale, and found a medical syringe out of the kit. He then proceeded to suck the grey undead blood from my hand using the syringe, which he then disposed of, leaving my blood virus free.

It didn’t happen like that at all. It was more like this:

I screamed violently at the festering wound on the smallest finger of my right hand, as if that would fix it. Like ink running down paper, the grey matter spread like tree roots in a gentle trickle along the blood. It pulsed darker and lighter as I continued to scream, waking the others from their drug-induced sleep. I shook it furiously, trying to rid myself of the horrible icy pain which felt like a direct injection of liquid nitrogen into the blood stream.

“Shut up and put your hand on here!” yelled Alex, and I obeyed, expecting a syringe and rubber band type remedy or, at the very least, a bullet through the head. My own blood mixed with the grey gloop was oozing out of the bite and a contrasting trail of red hot and ice cold. Alex nodded, and Benjamin pressed his hands firmly on my shoulders, and put a piece of fabric in my teeth. I was confused, but let them go with it. Alex pulled the knife out of his shoe, and I figured he was going to cut my hand and drain it, but he didn’t. I cried out in agony and bit my tongue despite the fabric when the knife dug all the way through my hand in one agonising swipe.

I couldn’t watch, but I could feel. Alex was sawing, and with every swipe I yelled. I felt sinew snap, ligaments tear, and finally, bones break. Sometimes the sawing would stop for a moment, and I’d think it was over, before it would start again under more pressure. Each tug felt my stomach muscles contract so much that I could feel it in my throat, and sweat and tears were pouring down my face. I hoped and prayed that this was another hallucination, but it wasn’t. I was getting the little and ring fingers of my right hand cut off by a blunt unsterile dagger because I was infected with zombie’s blood. When it was over, I didn’t even realise. My hand felt like it was on fire and I was just waiting for the next stroke.

“Move your fingers” said Jake, noticing that I was looking away. I attempted it, and nothing happened.

“They’re gone...” I whimpered.

“You’re welcome!” grinned Alex. “You’d be dead if we hadn’t have done that.”

The next part was when the syringes came out. Morphine pumped in. My hand coated in harsh antiseptic which burnt but cleaned. Stitching what they could up, leaving a cut about 3 centimetres long and not very wide. Bandages and gauze and pads that soak up blood and more painkillers in tablet form this time.

The journey back to the base seemed short, but because of our wrong turning when we were drugged it was after sunset and well into the night when we returned, but I was trying to sleep off the pain as best I could so the 10 hours felt like 10 minutes. We pulled into Army Base 1 at 10:30pm, where Emilie, Sofia, Lucy, and Ellie were waiting for us, or should I say, the others. Benjamin and Maddy sloped off immediately, and the others rushed out to see their partners. Ellie seemed to attack Brad, pushing him against the wall and kissing him almost violently, whereas Lucy and James just rubbed noses and Emilie kissed Jake on the cheek, Sofia just hugging Alex tightly like she would never let go. While they were having a nice cosy catch up they seemed to forget about me sat in the back of the van, soaked in my own blood and unable to stand without assistance because of blood loss and the cocktail of painkillers I’d been given.

“Errm, guys,” I said quietly, and Brad detached himself from Ellie’s passionate embrace, to help me to stand. James was waiting for us as he lowered me off the van, ready to support my other shoulder as they walked me down the hall towards the medical area.

It was 2 days later before I was let off the general anaesthetic. I trudged down the hall, past the meeting room, but didn’t go inside. There were too many voices sure to piss me off.

I undid the lock and ended up on the grass verge directly in front of the Army Base. If any undead should have wanted to attack me, I was an open target, still sluggish from anaesthetic, and completely un armed. I could have died right there and then, but I would not have cared.

Unfortunately, the dead were being unusually silent, so my chances of dying decreased massively. I heard a giggle, and saw Emilie and Jake dancing, near to the tree where the two girls had hidden to kill the zombie on my first day there.

I lay down in the dry grass, wishing I could die. Tristan was gone. My family was gone. And I felt alone.

I only had a moment to brood and feel alone though, because someone flopped down beside me. She was young, maybe only a year or two older than Melody, with blondish curly hair. She was holding a massive pack of sweets.

“Hey, wanna sweet? I’m Casey by the way” She smiled, holding the bag out to me. I grabbed a purple sweet and smiled. The muscles felt stiff from lack of use.

“Thanks, you’re new here?” I asked

“Yeah, just moved here from 2! Everyone here’s really nice compared to the people in 2!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, there was this horrible ex-general there that bossed everyone about, and these little kids that nick your stuff and people like that. I feel sorry for whoever traded with me!”

She cracked a smile.

“But I’m here now! The only thing with this place is, everyone seems so gloomy!”

Her voice was happy, upbeat, bouncy and every sentence ended with an exclamation mark. It was fun to talk to someone who was positive, especially with what happened over the next week.

A/N Early update! But Sorry that's cos I've got writers block a bit and might not update for 1-2 weeks now, I'm sorry! ;(

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