Survival of the fittest (A One Direction,TWD, and TVD zombie apocalypse story)

Goody Bags and a "Safe Haven"

BACKSTREETS BACK ALRIGHT! :D Well, actually One DIrection is back in this chapter, but that song is stuck in my head. Anyways, lets see how the lads and Eleanor cope with the loss of Paul! 

Previously in Survival of the Fittest: 

Niall's POV: 

"Paul," I croak out, my voice hoarse. I look towards my band mates and Eleanor. Everyone is crying. I look at Louis who is driving and had quiet tears streaming down his face. "Well," I say, my voice still hoarse making everyone look at me, "Welcome to the new world I guess?" 

Louis's POV: 

  I've been driving this damn tour bus for over 20 minutes now and no one has said a word apart from Niall and his whole "welcome to the new world" or whatever. Eleanor sits up front with me watching out the window as the trees and walkers pass by. She holds my free hand and circles her thumb on the back of my palm soothingly. I look down at her lap where she put the map that Paul provided for us before he-never mind. That memory is still too fresh in my mind. Tears start to form in my eyes, but I just brush them away. I'm the eldest of everyone here. I gotta protect them. I gotta protect Eleanor. No more fooling around. Now, it's all about staying alive. Looking at this map, it says that the refugee camp is an hour or so away. Hopefully nothing bad will happen since we've all been through so much these past 48 hours. 

  After a few minutes, Niall speaks up from the back of the tour bus, "Well, I'm hungry. I think we should stop for a little bit and eat." The rest of the boys and Eleanor agree. I drive a little bit further until we reach an abandoned (thank God) rest stop and park. El and I climb to the back where the boys have gotten out some sandwiches and water from the cooler and cupboard provided in the bus. This bus is pretty amazing. It has a cooler, cupboards, a bathroom, small shower, a BIG first aid kit and even beds for all of us. Well, one of the beds was for Paul, but I guess if El doesn't want to sleep in mine, she could bunk in there, you know, girls and their privacy. Which reminds me, Eleanor is the only girl here with 5 boys. Gotta watch out for her. Aww look at me, my protective side is already showing.

  We eat our fill since Paul said that there would be food and shelter at the refugee center, but even then there is still extra food just in case. Speaking of Paul, didn't he throw us his bag? I wonder what was in it? "Hey guys?" I ask. They all turn to me. "Before Paul...left didn't he throw his baseball bat and bag in? Why did he make sure that was the last thing he did?" "Maybe there's something important in the bag." Liam says. We all turn towards the bag that lays untouched by the door. I go over to it and carry it over with great difficulty. It weighs a shit load! I place it in the center of us. The boys and I just look at it. "Well?" Eleanor says impatiently, "Aren't you going to open it?" "But it's Paul's." Niall responds. He was always the closest to Paul (probably cause they're both Irish). "What if it's just Paul's clothes? What if whatever is in there is just a painful reminder of the past?" Eleanor rolls her eyes and zips open the long heavy black bag. We all peer inside and see....

  Weapons. Not just a few, but a lot! 4 pistols, 6 small revolvers, 3 snipers, 3 assault rifles, 3 shotguns, 2 rifles, 1 submachine gun, 3 grenades, 3 smoke bombs, 6 long knives, 12 pocket knives, A bow and a quiver of arrows, 2 samurai swords that are used together, an axe, a machete, several rounds of ammo and well Paul's bloodied baseball bat. "Holy shit!" Zayn finally speaks up, "Did Paul rob an armory or something??" "I guess he wanted us to be prepared for the worst." Harry speaks up. "God bless Paul." Niall says. Just then, a loud THUD is heard outside the bus. 

  We turn to the window to see a lone walker banging against the side of the bus, trying to get in. I immediately reach for a rifle and hold it close. "Wait!" Eleanor stops me. "Sound attracts more remember? Plus we don't even know how to use these!" I nodded, not liking how impulsive I was to bring the gun close to me and put it back into the bag of supplies. I crawl back into the driver's seat and start the car, driving past the now annoyed walker. 

  An hour or later, we pass a sign indicating that the refugee camp which is right in the heart of Atlanta, is only 1/2 a mile away. I smile as I tell the boys and Eleanor of this. They cheer and pump their fists in the air. As we get closer and closer, I start to have an uneasy feeling, but I don't know why. We finally reach a big hill. I read the map which indicates that the camp is on the other side of the hill off the road. I stop the tour bus and park it. "Hey guys! We're here! All we gotta do is get to the other side of the hill!" We cheer and decide to get out of the bus and walk the rest of the way since the bus is too big to go over hill and there were no walkers in sight. The weather was pretty windy. We grab our small backpacks first. "Wait!" I say. "Should we bring the goody bag?" What? It's what we call the bag Paul gave us. "Not yet," Liam replies. "We can always go back for it." We all nod our heads. "Well, lets go to our new home!" Niall says happily. "Last one there has to carry the heavy goody bag?" I challenge them. They all smirk and accept, but before we could start, Niall runs up ahead past us. "Cheater!" We yell. We all run up the hill, my uneasy feeling getting worse and worse but before we could process what was at the top, our momentum kept us going so we ran all the way down to the other side, but skidded to a complete stop once we saw something that was much worse that any mass mob of fangirls. Something that not even a Rambo Paul on steroids could fix. Something that made our bloods run cold.  

  There was no refugee camp. There was no shelter or safe haven. All that remained was a single car that was surrounded by walkers. There were literally a hundred walkers all crowded around the single car that had a man in it, until a walker broke in, dragged the man out and devoured him like Paul and I'm assuming Simon. Because of all the bumping, the car's alarm went off, alerting even more walkers to come towards the car. We were all frozen with fear until, the walkers sniffed the air and realized that there was fresh meat standing right behind them aka us. The thousand or so walkers all turned in one direction (haha get it? No? Oh right, not the right time, we're in deep shit) and let out a collective growl and started coming towards us. I should've trusted my gut feeling. We don't have any weapons and now we have to go back up the steep hill. FUCK. 

Uh oh! Not a good sign! So I guess there was no such thing as a refugee camp? Will the boys and Eleanor get out of this one alive? Look at the picture on the side and imagine that all of those walkers have stopped what they were doing, looked in your direction, and started growling and coming towards you wanting to eat your brains out. How would you react? Anyways, read my story and share it with you followers! Remember, I follow back and will read your stories too! Thank you! -1dscaligal #elephants