Survivors (One Direction/Zombie)

Chapter 23

Viv

"Jack do you have everything?" I ask the middle aged man as he packed up his equipement in a small backpack. His hands slightly trembled, carefully zipping up the worn bag and taking a deep breath. He smiled weakly and fear flashed behind his thick lenses. 

I felt uneasy, not knowing what to expect once we reach the stream. If it had been tempered with, then death of our little group was certain. Jared was at the rickety wooden table, studying an old map and figuring out the best route to take. The more we avoided suburbs and potential Grayies, the better. The map was fading quickly, with multiple stains and ripping at the folded creases. I frowned, I was going to need to find a new map and quickly.

"Do you need back up?" Annabeth gruffed, holding her shotgun in her wrinkled and scarred hands. I smiled warmly at the older woman, her soft gray eyes clouded with experience. I knew she wouldn't last very long, her legs have betrayed her before, being weakened by age.

"I think we're fine for now. Keep an eye on Maisy and the boys will you?" She looked relieved, and gave me a tight nod as I tyed up my hair to get it out of my face. Winnie and the others have left about half an hour ago, and I didn't expect them anytime soon. I just hoped they were doing okay, and not getting into too much trouble.

"Niall?" I heard Zayn shout from the other side of the house. I was a bit skeptical about that, but I pushed the nagging feeling aside. I needed to focus on this, and this only.

Liam suddenly walked in, looking flustered and tired.

I raised an eyebrow and he shook his head angrily.

"Declan woke up, and he's pissed. He was a dick to me, shouting profanities." Liam shook his head again, clenching his hands in and out of fists.  

"I'm guessing that's my cue?" 

"Oh he definitely wants to punch your face in." Liam chuckled, waving a hand. I quickly slipped out of the room, following the sound of the constant stream of curse words. I felt myself get annoyed and impatient. I saved his fucking life, he should be grateful. 

"There are children near by." I bark without so much as a hello. Declan's eyes were lit up in fury, his stump neatly bandaged and healing. His mouth was in a grimace, and he snarled at me.

His stupid girlfriend was beside him, her hair frizzy and her lipstick smudged onto her teeth. She wouldn't stop making faces at the stump, looking horrified and disgusted. I rolled my eyes at the couple and placed a hand on my hip.

"What did you want?"

"You cut my arm off." Declan growled, completely ignoring my question. I narrowed my eyes at his bed ridden figure.

"Better your arm then your head. " I scoffed. "I saved your life."

"You made me a freak." 

"Stop fucking whining."

"I want you out."

I raised my eyebrow at this. 

"Hey, you're the one that called me in here in the first place." I shrugged, turning to leave.

"No." Declan snapped, sitting up fully and ignoring the pain in his arm.

"I want you out of my house." 

I froze in my tracks at that.

"We're not going anywhere. You won't survive without us." I scoffed, my fingers itching for one of my knives. Declan just grew angrier, and Trisha backed away in fear.