Zombie Apocalypse * h.s

Chapter Fourteen

[Third Person POV]

"A m-m-month?" Amber's shaky voice asked.

"Yes," Harry replied.

"B-but how-?"

"I don't know love. No one does."

Suddenly Amber remembered she still hadn't apologized to Harry for what she said about Connor's death. "Harry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it when I said-"

But Harry cut her off. "It's fine, love. The boys explained it all to me. I overreacted to a situation that had no importance." Harry told Amber.

Amber smiled at Harry, happy that he had forgiven her. Harry smiled back and hugged her.

As soon as Harry touched Amber, she started to remembering things. Bad memories she's tried to block. The ones she relived while she was in a coma. She started to cry. She never wanted to remember those things. But there they were, plain as day in her mind.

Harry heard Amber start to cry, and pulled away from her. "What's wrong love?"

"Death. M-murder. I d-don't want to remember t-them." Amber sobbed.

Harry had no idea what Amber's talking about, but it alarmed him. "Amber! What don't you want to remember?" Harry asked, scared for her.

Amber took a few deep breaths, and began to tell Harry what she had remembered.

"When I was eight, my dad's parents went missing. They were never found and neither were any bodies, until I was ten. That's when me and Alex's room started to smell. We complained to our parents and we thought it was coming from our closet. They couldn't find anything, but they could smell it. So they hired a contractor and he tore the walls in the closet down. Right there behind our walls, was our grandparents' dead bodies. Rotting and decaying, but you could still tell it was them. They had been murdered and stuck in our closets. They had been there for two months before we found them. The murderer was never found.

"Then when we were eleven, Alex and I were staying at our mom's parent's house for a week while our mom and dad went on a vacation. On the last night before our parents came back, Alex and I went downstairs in the middle of the night to get water. But lying there in the middle of the kitchen floor, were our grandparents. Their bodies were mutilated in ways unimaginable. Alex and I ran out of the house and to the house next door. The lady there let us call 911 and our parents. She was as shocked as we were when we showed her the bodies. The murderer was never found this time either."

Amber looked up at Harry when she's finished. He had a look of shock on his face. "You had to go through all that, plus the death of your mother, father and sister?" Harry asked. Amber nodded as more tears start to fall down her face. "Please don't cry love," Harry almost begs. Amber's eyes went back to the floor, but Harry tilted her head back up. "It won't be bad forever, I promise." He told her.

"But how can you be so sure Harry? No one ever is and-" Harry cut her off again, but this time with his lips crashing onto Amber's. Amber was shocked at first, but kissed him back.

And in that moment, they both felt like they were the only two in the world.