Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

Chapter 9

[Payton's POV]

I jumped off Daryl's body and stepped back quickly as I stared at the men ahead of me.

Four. Huge. Men.

One stepped forward and held the look of confusion, then as he stared down at Daryl still laying on the floor, his face changed to what I least expected.

Amusion.

In seconds him and the three guys behind him were choking on their laughs.

I turned to Charlotte next to me and she shook in fear.

Out of all, she wasn't afraid of Zombies, she was afraid of 4 laughing men.

'Dang, Daryl. Two girls? Your loosing your touch.' The man in front snickered. 'Hello girls.'

Charlotte relaxed slowly as she understood the friendly nature vibrating of the mans aura.

'Hi.' Charlotte smiles sweetly and steps away from me and strolls towards the man, flicking out her hips and sticking out her breasts, smart girl, at least she knows how to distract men slightly, if they do intend to kill us we need an escape root.

Charlottes Jugs will have to do.

Suddenly, Daryl shoots up faster than a light and spins, before I realise what hes doing he grabs my head and spins me round, his hand holding tightly to me, cutting off my air, he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Glock 19 handgun out and to my temple, his finger round the trigger.

'I'm not loosing my touch, I let them sit on me, I was waiting for back up cause I only have guns on me.' Daryl snapped.

'Hey! It was only me who sat on you!' I gagged.

'Shut up!'

'Don't do anything to her Daryl.' A voice growled.

I turned to the crowd, expecting Charlotte to be the one who spoke, but it wasn't her, it was the man, the leader I'm guessing.

'Yeah, Daryl. Don't do anything to me.' I snickered.

'Shut up!!'

I curled in his arms, out of his grip, twisting his arms awkward ways, causing him to snarl and jump away as I just skipped to Charlotte, laughing.

'Hello.' I smiled at the men.

Here we go.

New Friends or New Enemies.

Which 'O' Which, could it be?

[Charlottes POV -- OMG A POV CHANGE!!!]

'Hello. My name is Eugene.' The man smiled.

I stared at him in awe.

He was absolutely stunning, and I don't say that often, I have very refined taste in men, but Eugene, he hit the nail right on the head.

He was tall, not abnormally tall, just tall, taller than me, although thats not exactly difficult giving my height, he had short ginger hair that matched his deep olive eyes.

'I'm Charlotte. This is my best friend Payton.' I blushed different shades of crimson and stared down at the floor.

'Well... Hello. Might I ask? What are you doing here?' He chuckled.

He had a deep voie and I could tell the smile on his face was truly genuine.

'We're looking for you... Well not you, just people...' Payton shrugged next to me.

'Oh well... You found some.' He laughed and the men behind him chuckled.

'Might I ask now? Is that an Irish accent I hear?' I giggled.