Virus (Narry Zombie AU)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Update, update, update! Yay! So I’m going to try and update more frequently now… let’s see how that goes huh? I’m excited for this chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy it too!!!

Dedication: @sort-of-weird, @directionRamos, @lynce16, @midnight-thalie and @kingcommenter

Words: 1,305

Enjoy lovelies!

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All four of them collectively gasped, and I shut my eyes tighter. The room was dead silent, save for my labored breathing and their breathing. I cracked my eyes open to see they were up against the farthest wall, well all of them except for Harry who stood in the same place and Liam who stood protectively in front of Zouis. I let my shirt fall back down and I straightened up, before deciding against it and sitting down with my legs crossed. The three watched me warily, while Harry stood still and gazed at me with an unknown emotion in his eyes. The room was filled with an awkward silence; that I couldn’t stand. I coughed awkwardly and it seemed to snap everyone out of their heads because next thing I knew there was a gun to my head, and Zouis was holding Harry back against the wall as he struggled against their grip. I sighed, shutting my eyes and dropping my head to my hands. I could hear Harry whimpering and struggling, begging to be let go and begging for Liam to put the gun down. The cold barrel pressed to the back of my head and I shivered at the contact. Was this how Greg felt? Was he happy to finally join his wife and son, or dreading the moment that the trigger would be pulled and he would fall lifeless to the ground in front of his ‘baby’ brother? Was he looking forward to it, or was he worrying about where he would go? Did he believe in heaven and hell when he died, or did he just think he would come back as a ghost? So many questions ran through my head, and I was just hoping this would all be over. If Liam killed me, then I wouldn’t have to go back to ‘the safe zone’ and I would be okay. They weren’t going to question me, so why should I question myself? They didn’t want to know the truth, they just wanted to be safe and somehow killing me would provide them safety from the people I was hiding from… from the people I was running from but it would also mean that they wouldn’t be safe from walkers. Not as safe as they would be with me at least. I heard the safety go off, and felt the gun slightly shaking against my head. There was a deep intake of breath and I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath.

“NOO!!!!” I heard Harry scream then the gun barrel wasn’t on my head anymore. There was a thud and a grunt behind me. I slowly turned and opened my eyes to see Harry pinning Liam to the floor, a couple tear tracks staining both their faces. Liam fell limp, no longer struggling but Harry continued to pin his hands to the ground. I slowly stood up, walking towards Harry, and wrapped an arm around his waist. I lifted him up, him struggling in my grasp.

“Hey, easy…easy. Its okay, I’m okay. Okay? Calm down for me love, please.” I whispered into his ear and he fell limp in my arms, his back pressed against my chest. He nodded, pushing further into me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist keeping him steady. “Let’s just…. Talk yeah? You can ask anything you want, and I’ll answer you truthfully and vice versa okay? Deal?” I asked out loud, eyes locked with Liam’s. He nodded and I turned to look at Zouis, still holding Harry in my arms, and gazed at the couple holding each other and watching me curiously. They nodded and slowly made their way towards me. I bent down to sit down, which proved difficult with Harry still in my arms clinging to me, but eventually sat down. Harry managed to sit down on my lap, and I wrapped myself around him protectively. My arms secured themselves around his waist and the other three soon joined us on the floor- Louis sitting in Zayn’s lap with his head in the crook of his neck and Liam sat next to them- sitting across from Harry and I. I took a deep breath and Harry cuddled more into me, the tension in the room was palpable and you could cut it with a knife. No one said anything; the silence filled the air causing an awkward tension.

“When were you bitten?” Louis blurted out, quickly covering his mouth with his hand. I chuckled lightly, before nodding.

“I’ve had it for almost 8 months now.” I answered honestly and gauged their reactions. They looked confused, hell they looked more than confused.

“Can I see it?” Harry asked quietly and I nodded, I couldn’t say no to him and he could do as he pleased when it came to me. He leaned forward slightly, allowing me to raise my shirt. He studied the mark carefully. He reached out about to touch it when he stopped and looked at me for permission. I nodded and his cold finger touched my warm abdomen, causing a shiver to run up my spine and through my body. He delicately traced the mark, which was now close to being just a scar, touching me like I was going to break. His eyes were staring intensely at the mark, like it would disappear if he took his eyes off of it for a second.

“Does it hurt?” He asked quietly and I shook my head no. He nodded, seemingly happy with my answer.

“How did you not turn when you were bitten?” Liam asked, speaking up, his voice cracking slightly from when he was crying.

“I’m immune to the virus that passes through the bite. It made me sick like mad for a couple days, and I kind of wished that I would just turn or die because it was horrible. But after it passed I was fine and the bite started to heal.” I explained shrugging. He nodded and looked down with a calculating expression on his face. I looked down at Harry when I felt him stop moving his hand, he wore a thinking face- and let me tell you, it was adorable- and I almost cooed at the sight. His head snapped up and his eyes locked on mine, and then he asked the question I dreaded.

“Who’s Greg?” He asked with such innocence that I had to answer. His eyes were blown wide, lips slightly parted into a pout, and cheeks slightly rosy. I broke eye contact and faced the ground, suddenly finding the dirt and debris interesting. I could feel all four pairs of eyes on me, and tears welled in my eyes. I shook my head, I would not cry. I cleared my throat gruffly, and decided that I had to do this and I had to stay strong.

“He was my brother. Before he was killed trying to help me get away from some people.” I let out shortly. I didn’t want to go into detail, it was too painful. I looked up and saw everyone giving me looks of sympathy. Everyone lost someone close to them when the virus hit, so they got why I was so upset. I could see Zayn was going to ask something when a gunshot echoed in the distance.

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Well what do you guys think?

Question:

Is the gunshot good or no?

How are the boys going to act toward Niall now?

 

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