The Falling Stars (The Vamps and One Direction Zombie Apocalypse)

Chapter 41- The Pointless Party

“Ava Rose Lyon, aged 17.” Spoke Jake, pressing a small needle into the skin at the base of Ava’s elbow and pulling out a syringe of dark red blood “Blood must contain a chemical unaffected by the illness which causes zombification.” He was talking more to himself than the people gathered around “If we can ever find a way to extract or recreate this, we can create an inoculation against the virus, although we will have to find a distribution method, which could pose tricky for large areas, if only we could find away to have it condensed into enough clouds or produce it as a recreating particle which could become air borne... we have no idea the toxicity levels of the substance yet though... but we will find it.”

As usual when anything good happened, we partied harder than we ever had done before, only this party lasted for a week.

It was a continual scream of running around, stuffing ourselves with whatever food we could find and getting as drunk as possible, only sobering up once or twice when we fell in or skinny dipped in the horrendously cold training swimming pool. We acted more irresposably than ever before, drowning our pain and even the little hope we had in stupidity and alcohol.

When we had finally decided enough was enough, all of us just wanted to die right there and then because of the pounding in our heads and the nausea in our stomachs. I ended up staggering aimlessly around as the world sloshed from side to side like a liquid and woke the next morning naked on the front lawn, where I promptly vomited up the contents of my stomach which was a measly collection of tinned fruits and candy laces, watered down with the most vodka I had ever ingested in my life.

I dragged myself unwillingly to my room, my head still spinning, to find L asleep on the bed in one of my baseball shirts. I climbed into the bed too but my headache prevented sleep for good as it felt like someone was slowly twisting a blunt chisel into the side of my skull from several different angles.

I grabbed the only non filthy tshirt and jeans I could find and pulled them on, wavering over to the bathroom and splashing cold water on my face and neck, the light streaming through the window so painful on the eyes I doubted I would ever be able to see clearly again.

I staggered down the hall, grimacing at the state we had let the place become. Shoes and clothes were littered around the halls, crumpled and torn and burnt accordingly, along with screwed up papers and cigarette butts and thousands and thousands of glass bottles which had once contained the reason for this mess. The whole place stank to high heaven of sweat and cigarette smoke and alcoholic vomit, with a key undertone of something much darker and earthier which became over powering when I reached one of the rooms full of chairs and there was a pile of something that looked like grass but definitely was not grass.

I hoped and prayed that a lot of the mess was not down to me, but I guess everyone could take the blame for it as we were all drunk for at least a few days as far as I know so it was a conglomerate mess and was not just down to one person.

It was past four o’clock in the afternoon when the others finally started to get up, and I realised my hangover was probably the least bad because of the way they were acting. We resembled the zombies as we shuffled around, groaning and clutching our heads and squeezing our eyes shut where necessary, and I think we all wished to be dead but we continued to clean up mess from our wild week, unwillingly hosing down surfaces and placing empty bottles into bags, grimacing if we ever smelt the faintest bit of alcohol. L and Casey were equally just slouched in chairs, too hung over to do anything, and James, Ellie and Brad were nowhere to be seen. Louis announced his arrival by puking all down the door frame but Harry was walking around with a jet wash hooked directly up to the generator so he was able to blast it away immediately before Louis could even pick up the cloth he was going to use.

After 10 o’clock L started to perk up a bit but she kept stopping and clutching her forehead in her hand, her eyes glazing over. I knew for a fact she was not just hung over, but also seeing something that was on its way in the future, so I turned to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“What is it? What do you see?” I whispered under my breath and she shook her head violently

“Blood, blood, blood and a betrayal, I think... there’s so much blood, I..I can’t see past the blood!” She was shaking slightly and I half feared she might have another panic attack.

“Calm down, shh, shh, look at me.” I whispered, and she turned to look at me, her eyes wide and shiny “We’ll get through whatever this is, okay, we can get through anything!”

“But that’s the point!” She panted, her hand on her forehead, more distressed than what I could help with “We aren’t going to get through this one Connor! We’re all going to die and there’s nothing I can do to stop it!”

“We’ve known that from the beginning” I said calmly “Since this whole thing started it was only a matter of time before it ended, it isn’t your fault,” I pulled her close to me and she stiffened before relaxing into it.

“Yes but it is my fault, you don’t know and you might never know the reason why, I mean I don’t even fully know the reason why, but all of this, this whole thing, is my fault!” A single tear was just about to fall but i caught it before it could.

“Don’t cry” I whispered “I’m sure you had a reason if this does have anything to do with you,”

“I just wanted to be alive.”