Viv
I looked up at him. The eyes that were passed down to me, the similar black hair. Mom always joked that we were identical copies, father and daughter that certainly held a bubbly and well-loving relationship. I felt like crying when I saw him.
I felt like screaming, and jumping for joy. I felt all possible emotions hit me at once. He was alive.
My father was alive.
"Dad?" I didn't realize I spoke, but the unused word slipped out of my mouth so easily.
I could feel Liam's shocked eyes on me, but I couldn't pay attention to him now. All I could see was my dad. I was so happy. He was here, he would save us and help us take down the people who attacked Jack and Jared.
He will take over as leader of the group and we could be a family again, we could be together.
But of course, my dream and soul was shattered as my father's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his face contorting into something angry, something evil.
That was when I noticed his hands. The hands that used to hold mine when I was younger and I couldn't cross the street. When I was bored in a doctor's office, and played with his fingers. The hands that constantly tickled me when I felt bad about grades or mom grounding me.
They were covered in ravish red sticky blood. The blood wasn't dark and blotting like a Grayie's would, and it was way too much blood to be that of an animal.
No, it was human.
"Dad? Who are you fucking calling Dad?" He snarled. His green eyes were intense with anger, and his teeth were yellowed and rotting. His face was sunken, like he wasn't getting enough to eat and the bags under his eyes made him have the complexion of a corpse.
He didn't recognize me. He didn't have the slightest clue who I was. I don't think he even knows who he is.
"Daddy?" I tried again, my voice was raw with emotion and I couldn't swallow the painful lump in my throat.
He only grew angrier, baring his teeth at me like an animal.
"Listen little bitch, you need to shut up and pay attention to what we're about to say." His voice was raspy, but it was definitely his. It sounded like he hasn't spoken in months. 'We'? I tried to look past the edge of the hole but I couldn't see anyone. I thought he was alone.
"We have your precious little friends, one of which," he raised up his hands and smiled cruelly, "is gravelly injured. The rest of you're pathetic group is relaxing pleasurably in that nice little cage you have in the basement. Don't worry, we got them some nice company so they wouldn't be lonely."
I felt like throwing up. Surely this couldn't be the man that raised me?
The only one that could hear the sickening crack of my heart was myself. My father paid no mind as he gave me a two fingered salute and sauntered off, probably going back to the house.
Oh my god the house.
"Liam?" The lump in my throat was so painful now, I didn't know if the tears streaming down my face were from pain or heartache.
"Oh, Viv." Liam's voice was sad, concerning and sympathetic. I wanted to scream at him to stop. I didn't want his pity. But my knees betrayed me and I buckled into his arms. I couldn't sit up right let alone stand, and my back rocked with sobs as I felt wave after wave of emotion.
My father was alive.
And he was trying to kill us all.
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yo dudes, so this is obviously really fucking short and its crap and doesnt answer any questions
and I AM SO FUCKING SORRY I HATE MYSELF RIGHT NOW
you guys deserve an honest twenty freaking page chapter but I have no other excuse other than I am so over worked.
Like the many of yall here I am in highschool and finals are coming up. Its just been super hard focusing and I hate forcing this story.
This story is my baby and will be written when it decides.
I love you all so much and I hope I can update in the nearby future but for now I think I might take a small hiatus until the schools over and I can focus on this
Im so sorry and Im sorry the best I could give you was 622 words (yes I counted ) (no i'm totally kidding wattpad did) but its all I could force outta me and its crap aughsldfkjwoifjw;lkf
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