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niall horan and others;

The boys looked like they were all very hesitate of following their mate, they didn't really kill human beings for a living and hearing something like that from Niall, made them all look at him like he was a lunatic. But then again, Niall did tell them.

So, they did follow Niall, who was holding the katana sword in his hands as he slyly walked through the forest, his head shooting in different directions. Harry kept on tripping over sticks and Liam kept smacking branches back into Zayn's face. Louis was struggling not to laugh, so all in all, they were horrible when it came to this kind of hunting.

A growl and then Liam falling on his arse on the ground was just in a few seconds, the boys all looking forward to see Niall glaring at them all. "This is not play time, I thought you boys were bounty hunters?" Niall asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

While they all glared back at the insult-to them, it was an insult-Louis was helping Liam up who was rubbing at his forehead that got bashed with a rock. "We are, it's just we are a lot better solo." Harry said and Niall seemed to stare into space for a while before speaking, they could almost barely hear him. "Never thought you'd say that in my lifetime," and the boys had to think before silently realizing what Niall meant. Harry had a deep frown on his face, all the boys having flashbacks from the good times when they were the most popular boy band in the world.

"Let's keep walking, it's bad to stand out in the opened." Niall said, changing the subject and turning around.

They immediately got back on track, this time the boys more spread apart from each other.

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It was only a few meters later that they found four men standing by a wagon, laughing their asses off with their backs facing them.

"What are they laughing at?" Louis asked in a hushed tone. Niall didn't answer back, but his face was hardened and filled with hatred and disgust. The boys found this slightly-very slightly-entertaining.

Niall crawled among the bushes and trees, the boys were surprised that such pale skin and vibrant, slutty clothing wasn't noticed yet by the men.

The boys followed after Niall gave them the okay sign, and when they all huddled behind Niall, they had a whole new prospective of the men.

There was another man now, about middle age, his hair black and slicked back with too much jell, he had on a leather coat and a white t-shirt that was totally ripped and dirty. But his appearance was just a very small portion of why they now had the exact same expressions as Niall did.

The man had a sharp sword with him also, but it was not a katana. It was longer and thicker, a lot more power and weight to it. The man was swinging it around, zombies limbs flying around the dirt road. And yes, that did sound a little bit normal, but when the zombies were tied up, or had a very low advantage against the man, it was a very different story. For a couple examples, some zombies had no eyes, either cut out by bounty hunters or burnt to crisps from the searing hot sun. But Niall guessed the first one. Other zombies had either one leg or no legs, or one arm or no arms. And that all hungrily stumbling towards him, with no working brains to realize they were walking to their deaths... Or could he even call it that?

The men suddenly let out a large burst of laughter when the man kicked one of the zombies to the ground, the corpse having only one leg, falling down harshly. But it tried to get up once again, no feeling of pain, but the man had already smashed the sole of his shoe against its face, the crack of bone making the boys cringe.

And then the man lifted his sword and chopped off the zombies head, pushing it to the side and then playfully moving onto the next one, running around the group of the living dead, letting out loud animal noises and holding back bursts of laughter.