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

Don't Mess With The Girl.

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Previously in Survival of the Fittest: 

Louis' POV: 

  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. 

Eleanor's POV: 

  Ever get that feeling where you walk into a room and everyone just stops and stares at you like you have something on your face? Or in this case, like you're a piece of meat? And then your heart skips a beat and you might shit your pants? Yeah. Feeling that right now only its 10x's worse. Cause you know, its not everyday you run straight into the waiting teeth of a thousand or so zombies who want you for lunch.

  It certainly doesn't help that since Niall got ahead of all of us in the race to get to the now apparent nonexisting refugee camp, he's only a few feet away from the ginormous hoarde that's now getting closer and closer to poor Niall who is literally frozen with fear. I want to run, but I can't because I feel paralyzed from the waist down. So I do something else.

Niall's POV:

  Normal people when they're in my situation: "RUN!!!!!!!!" Me: Stay completely still and watch as the snapping jaws of a thousand walkers get closer and closer. What is wrong with me?! Why can't I move? I think I'm going to shit myself. Ironic that I die by being food instead of eating it. You know what else is ironic? The closest walker to me which is only a few feet away, was once a teenage girl who is wearing the tattered remains of what was once a One Direction shirt. The ex-fan walker get closer and closer and reaches it's arms out to me only to get shot in the head with an arrow.

  I turn to see Eleanor fix another arrow to the bow, taking aim at the mass of walkers. "Well what are you waiting for? RUN BITCHES RUN!" She yells as she shoots another arrow at a close by walker. I jump out of my funk quickly and start running back towards the hill. I look behind me to see the lads and Eleanor doing the same with the walkers coming behind slowly. We literally climb back up the steep hill and get to the top. The walkers crowd around the bottom of the hill. Haha, they're too stupid to climb up the hill, I think to myself. Then one starts climbing the hill. Others follow. Well shit.

  "QUICK BACK TO THE BUS!" I yell in a kind of girly scream, but I don't care. We literally run for our lives and see more walkers starting to come from the other sides of the bus, but we avoid them and jump inside the bus with El taking out another walker on the way. Since I'm the closest, I jump into the driver's seat and start the car, running over a few walkers along the way. I look in the rearview mirror to see a few walkers make it to the top causing me to step on the gas harder. I hear in the back, the lads and El trying to catch their breaths.

  "That...was...bloody...close!" Harry pants out. "Holy shit Niall, I thought you were going to die!" Zayn's says his voice full of emotion. "Gee thanks lad, but then again so did I!" I reply back swerving the bus every so often to dodge walkers. "If it wasn't for Eleanor, I wouldn't even be here!" I say. "You're welcome." Eleanor says, her breathing finally normal. "Eleanor, how the bloody hell did you do that?" Louis asks in amazement. "And how did you get your hands on that bow if we didn't take the goody bag?" Liam asks sternly. I'm guessing with a brow raised. "Uhh, well my grandpa taught how to shoot an arrow before." she says nervously. "And well, you guys weren't looking, so i just took it just in case." "It's a good thing you did!" I yell back. "I just never thought someone as sweet as you could be such a badass." Louis says. "Yeah, don't mess with the girl." Harry says presumably smirking. "Well, gotta find some way to survive this shit world," she responds.

  "Ahem!" I clear my throat loudly. "Speaking of survivng this world," I begin, "There's no camp....so what do we do now?" "We'll find a place," Liam says, climbing up to the passenger seat next to me. "There's gotta more survivors somewhere." Louis adds in. "Maybe they can take us in! Let's just keep driving and see what we find." I nod and continue driving feeling relaxed until the gas level catches my eye. "Uhh guys?" I say nervously, "We need to find a place to stay fast." "Why?" they all ask simutaneously. "WellIjustlookedatthegaslevelandfoundoutthatthereislessthanhalfleft." I say very fast. "Huh?" They ask. "Well I just looked at the gas level and found out that there is less than half left." I say in a coherent sentence. Hey look at me using big words hehehe. Oh dear, I'm going insane. There's a moment of silence until its broken by Liam, "Well, shit." Well, shit indeed. 

Soooo sorry about this chapter! It wasn't that great was it? I just wanted to show that maybe there isn't a such thing as a "safe haven" in a zombie apocalypse. Now, the gang are definitely screwed. Hopefully they can find some survivors to befriend and fast, cause that bus is not going to last long....Anyways! Don't mess with Eleanor bitches! She's fcking badass! :D Remember to vote or comment and share with your followers and reader! I follow back! #elephants -1dscaligal ;)