alive ↠ hs

.02

Harry's POV

I could never remember what time it was. If the sun wasn't going down or coming up, I never had any idea what time it was. To me, it was always right now. All that mattered was right now.

Right now, I was laying on the couch of some abandoned house, my arm propping up my head as I stared at the ceiling. The sun had gone down about 4 hours ago and I couldn't will sleep to come. My life after the apocalypse didn't have any meaning, I didn't have an destination, I didn't have a goal, I lived in the right now.

Before the world ended, I didn't have a meaning either. I still lived in the right now, but I had goals and I had friends. My friends and I were just five lads that were looking for a good time. We just wanted to live in the moment and have fun. We were in America for LA, we wanted to kick it back and have a blast, mostly they said it was for me.

I was an aspiring artist. Or whatever they called it. I liked music, I liked singing, I liked the attention from my audience, I loved feeling like I had a voice. But now, now I can't even remember the last time I've spoken a word. Words didn't seem right anymore.

Everything was so quiet. Besides the rare chirp of a bird or scurry of an animal, the world was absolutely silent. I was used to the loud street noise, car horns filling the air, the conversations of people, the sound of life echoing off the street. But now, now everything was dead.

A loud noise pulled me from my thoughts as my fingers wrapped around my gun that laid beside me. I jumped to my feet, aiming the gun ahead of me, ready to shoot at whatever came my way. I threw open the door, half expecting to find another person standing there, alive with a beating heart, but instead, a Geek stood there, his rotting skin falling from his face, his jaw open and ready for me.

I pulled my knife from my belt loop before burying it in his forehead, killing him. He fell limp against me as I shoved him away, crumbling down the stairs. I wiped the blade of my knife against my black jeans before heading back inside, shoving the couch against the door as I laid down on it, grabbing my hoodie from the ground.

The air was starting to become more crisp and chilly at night, signalling that Autumn was near. Without electricity or a fire, I was more likely to freeze to death than die from a Geek. 

When it started, I called them Geeks. It was my way of making everything less real, give them and name and turn them into something that I could mentally control, then things would be easier. It was a way of getting away from reality. Geeks, Walkers, Z's, there were so many names that I've heard people call them, but Geeks was something that reminded me of my old life, something I could control.

Niall was one that named them that. Before everything fell apart, he still cracked jokes even on the darkest days. 

I shook my head at the thoughts of my friends, turning over and burying my face in my hoodie before drifting into sleep.

"You know, Harry, maybe if you weren't such a pain in the ass, we wouldn't argue all the time." Zayn smirked, nudging me with his elbow.

"Maybe if you weren't a pussy, you could kill one without screaming like a girl." I teased.

"Yeah?" Zayn grinned, turning to me. "How about-"

I twisted around at the scream of one of my friends, watching as a Geek dug his teeth into Liam's neck. I quickly pulled my gun from my holster, aiming it at the Geek before one took me down, wrapping it's arms around my waist as it pinned me to the ground.

My gun clattered to the ground as I froze, watching as the horde of Geeks killed all of my friends. Someone grabbed the Geek's shoulders that hovered over me, pulling it from my body. Niall's blonde hair was now covered in blood as I took in the scene around me.

Zayn, Liam, and Louis all lie dead covered in their blood. I choked on my sob as Niall engulfed me in his arms. "Come on, mate, we've gotta move."

I sat up on the couch, sucking in a deep breath as the nightmare haunted my mind. My body was drenched in sweat despite the cold air and my heart was beating out of my chest. I pushed my hair back from my forehead as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

Nightmares tainted every night that I tried to sleep. Every night, it was watching my friends die while there was nothing I could do about it. I struggled to keep myself from breaking every day, struggled to deal with everything that was happening in the world, everything that I've been through. 

I thought that killing myself was the correct solution to end all this suffering. Finally put an end to my overthinking mind. There was no goal, nothing to look forward to, it was the same thing every day and there wasn't anything holding me back from ending my life.

Besides my whole conceited self. 

There's the logical voice in my head telling me that eventually I will die, probably ripped apart by the dead, but another voice told me to keep going, to keep moving, perhaps there was something out there for me. Safety, maybe.

Maybe it was Niall. 

Promise me you'll keep moving, keep pushing. Don't let this world beat you, Harry.

But promises meant nothing in this broken world. My promise didn't mean anything because he was dead. If there was even a heaven or a hell, it didn't matter because I was never going to see him again. My promise meant nothing because there's was no one to keep the promise to.

I wasn't who I used to be, I was just another dead person walking the earth. 

The curtain hanging over the window was slightly parted, showing apart of the night sky. I stared out the window, wishing I knew what time it was.