Survivors (One Direction/Zombie)

Chapter 30

Josh

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I needed to walk away from this group, because if I look at Harry's guilty ass one more time I will beat him to death on the spot.

He lost Lauren.

Becuase he was too much of a fucking pussy to protect her, she was gone. In the hands of a psychotic freak that also happened to be Viv's supposedly dead dad.

This entire scenario was bullshit.

Lauren could be dead, could be tortured, beaten or rap-

I don't want think about it.

All I know is that I was seeing red and if that punk ass super star tries to apologize one more fucking time I will snap his neck.

The more I saw Jack wash away onto the carpet, watch the life leave his eyes, it made me angrier.

The image wouldn't leave my head.

We had wrapped him in bed sheets, Robin out digging the grave as we speak.

He was older, a bit of a nagger, and maybe scared of too much to help, but he was our friend. He was our doctor, care taker, and teacher. He even gave us natural remedy when we couldn't find asprin.

Winnie's eyes were blood shot, but she still managed to order the search party. Wherever this sicko was couldn't be far.

"What about Viv and Liam? They had gone out with Jack and you." She asked Jared, who looked too rattled to answer anything. I fought the urge to grab him by the collar and shake him senseless.

"She was behind us?- Then- Then Rupert came and stabbed Jack-" he couldn't go on, sobs interrupting his explanation. Maisy surged forward to give him comfort, and I could tell Winnie was trying to be patient but it wasn't working out too well. She constantly picked at her nails and tapped her foot while waiting for Jared to calm down.

Suddenly the front door creaked open, revealing a tired and dirty Viv and Liam. They were covered in dirt, but thankfully no blood and none of them seemed injured.

However, Viv had this far away look in her eyes, exhausted and cloudy while Liam kept glancing over to her in concern. He held a protective stance, not meeting the eyes of anyone as they rushed up to hug them both, the One Direction boys in particular crying out shouts of relief as they embraced him. 

"Jared." Viv breathed a tired sigh, looking up at him with a sad smile. "Is Jack with you?"

Everyone in the room froze, and I felt pent up anger build up again. I couldn't look at Viv. I knew none of this was her fault, but I couldn't stop the accusation and blame slip past my lips as my eyes met her own.

"He's dead." I snapped harshly. Viv was our leader, she was supposed to look out for us when we needed her. Why wasn't she with anyone? Why did she leave the house alone without any protection? Why the fuck was Liam with her in the first place as well? Of course she was with Liam. She let Jack get hurt, and she let Lauren get taken by her psycho father while she played House with some popstar.

It was Viv's fault that all this happened.

No matter the arguments mixed up in my head, I knew.

Viv was to blame.

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Winnie