Survivors (One Direction/Zombie)

Chapter 29

Lauren

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This guy really needed a bath.

And also professional help.

But since both of those things were almost non-existent nowadays, I guess trying to escape was my only option.

Unfortunately I had no idea where I was since he threw a furlap sack above my head as he was abducting me.

Charming guy.

It was musty in here, very dark with streams of sunlight peeking through the cracks of concrete wall. It was strange, this seemed so much like a cellar, with the temperature drop and damp aroma I could definitely see this as a basement.

Thick concrete pillars held up the ceiling above us, and he was crouched in the corner, knife in hand and muttering to himself. His long overgrown hair was jetblack and so oily that I wouldn't be surprised if it started dripping. His beard had traces of blood in it and his eyes were hollow and lifeless. He was a cruel man, one could obviously tell. But from what I experienced, he was alone.

So surely he wasn't the group that was trying to kill us? The one that left the Pile?

I don't know how to react to this information.

The attack was so fast. All I can remember is a blur, I was the first to get hit. He snuck up behind me, in the woods as I scrounged for any traces of animals left. I knew that Josh would have been upset at the thought of me hunting by myself, but I needed to make sure that if the group hadn't been lucky at the Wal-Mart, that we might've still had food to live off of.

And besides, Harry was more than willing to accompany me during the trek, so I wasn't completely alone.

But during the journey I strayed ahead a few yards, and that's when I felt the sharp pain at the back of my head and everything going black.

So far down here, I haven't seen Harry. I'm not sure if this madman had gotten to him or not, but I hope he was back at the house safe.

"...we can reverse it..." I looked up to the mumbling man. He looked like he was fighting with himself.

"No. Too late, everyone is dead. Everyone."

"It's not your fault." He tried to reassure himself. I stayed silent while he bickered back and forth.

My lips pressed into a tight line as I observed the strange man. I was bounded with painful rope around my wrists and ankles. There thankfully wasn't anything over my mouth, but I still decided to stay silent. There was no use talking to him. A man like this was too far gone.

There was something about him though, something familiar. The curve of his lips is one that I've seen often. The way his index and middle finger twitched as he grew angrier at himself stifled my subconscious.

There was something I was missing.

"Where are we?" I cursed my shaky voice.

I want to believe that I can be strong-willed, like Winnie, or manipulative like Viv. Unfortunately, I don't have the mental strength.

Ever since the hospital...

My mother..

"Hagid Research Facility." A monotone voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked around for any indication to where the voice came from, because it certainly wasn't from the man that took me. He was still blubbering to himself.

I scan the ceiling, surprised at not noticing the small speaker in the corner.

How did I miss that?

"Why am I here?"

"We need you. You are a witness to the events that occur at the Moriartie mansion." The voice was disguised, a robotic overtone covering the real voice of my captor.

"Well what the hell does that mean? What events?" I was starting to get angry again.

"The controlled reaction to the current infestation of deceased living flesh." His voice was so plain, so unnervingly platonic that it I felt a wave unease wash over me.

"What do you mean...controlled?" I gulped.

"Oh sweetheart." This time he showed emotion, sarcasm and smugness. It twisted a knife in my gut. 

He stayed silent. Agonizingly slow, I lose track of the number of beats I waited.

"Well?" I barked, no longer patient. The man beside me flinched at the sudden sharp sound, my voice bouncing off the concrete walls. It even made my ears ring.

I'd like to believe that Viv and Winnie would be proud at such an outburst.

"We see you darling, we watch. We don't need to come because we're already here. We've always been right here." The words make my heart sink. The familiar feel of bloodwritten words that seemed to be chasing my family from the start. They may have a different order, or changed meaning, but it was the same.

"And it was always ours." 

"Who the hell are you?" My voice was barely audiable. Nothing short of a murmur, a whimper as i put pieces together. He controlled all this from the start. This was what he wanted.

But who had enough power to do it?

His tone was sickeningly gleeful, rubbing salt to the open wound that was my psyche. This was something so cruel, so unimaginably vile that I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

This was all a lie.

"I'm the man that owns you, and all your friends. I'm the one that owns your nightmare of a reality. But you could call me Hagid."

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