Virus (Narry Zombie AU)

Chapter 39

Another day another chapter…

Well hello again dear readers, how are you guys doing?

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Well, I’m dedicating this chapter to the amazing: @TheWayIsNotLost, @LiamsBae69 (read my mind), @NarryYo, @thelovelynialler, @SmilingNiallxxx and @NataliaNJH (just a few commenters that caught my eye!)

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Now, enjoy this chapter because it seemed not as many of you liked the last one. Too many cliff hangers?

I know some of you miss the cute Narry fluffiness but don’t fear, because it will be back… possibly very very soon….. mwahahahaha

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~Harry~ (Say what?!? \^O^/)

Something was definitely off today. Liam and the girl we had talked to several days ago- who I learned was named Daisy- were constantly talking in hushed voices for the entirety of two days now. It wasn’t like the cutesy romantic type of hushed voices though; it was more of a secret plotting type of hushed whispers. I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t know what to do. Should I question them or just let their business be their own business. I did know that it must’ve been important though, from the urgent tone in their voices. But really, it didn’t seem like any of my business, so I didn’t question them. My mind drifted to Niall again, to what they could be doing to him. He clearly didn’t want to be here, and most likely didn’t want to be beaten either. I couldn’t help but feel sick to my stomach when I thought about anyone hurting my Niall, it was inevitable. I haven’t spoken to him, so I couldn’t necessarily ask why he had hurt Lou. But, I honestly didn’t think that he did it because he wanted to. From the time I had spent with him, he was sweet with a heart of gold. Sure, he didn’t wear it on his sleeve- he’s careful and cautious and has his heart guarded by walls that he had let down for us- but he cared and when he cared for someone he would do anything for them. I was confused on how to feel: should I be angry at him for hurting one of my best mates, or should I feel sympathetic and sad because he was hurt earlier? Did I still feel the undeniable attraction toward the Irish lad or had all my feelings gone away? Definitely not the second one, I knew I was still smitten with him and I hoped he still felt the same way towards me. I was honestly worried about him, I didn’t know if they were treating him right or if he was being fed, or even whether he was being treated like a lab experiment or not- and that worried me a lot. More than anyone would ever admit but I would. I sighed, looking out of our window and let my mind drift away to before we got here. It seemed with this place, everything got messed up. Louis is being a little cautious around Zayn while Liam is flat out ignoring him. Me on the other hand, well I’m civil with him. I get why he sold Ni out, but he still did it and it caused him to get hurt. I obviously haven’t seen him since he arrived, so either he was avoiding all of us or he was being held somewhere against his will. Probably the latter but I was hoping it was neither. The door swung open, revealing Liam and then everyone else followed afterwards. Daisy seemed calm, while Louis and Zayn looked confused. I glanced at Liam with a curious expression, and he responded with a stern gaze.

“We need to talk”

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~Niall~

I lay on the bed again, not that I really had a choice in the matter, chest heaving after another random injection that did nothing but make me feel like I was being burned from the inside. My whole body hurt, and I knew it was just one round of the serum. I knew there would be a second wave, there always was, and I wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. I took deep breaths, willing my heart rate to return to normal and my body to relax now that spasms weren’t rippling through it. I didn’t know about this one, whether the second wave would come within minutes or if it would take an hour or so, but either way was not a good thing for me. The first wave hurt like a bitch, and the second for sure would be worse because my body was weaker. A minute later I was breathing normally for the most part, and my heart had slowed down to its regular rate. But then it was increasing again when the door clanked open, and footsteps filled the room. This wasn’t an abnormal occurrence, but I honestly didn’t want to hear the jeers and feel the stinging pain of their words. I gazed around looking for who had come in only to freeze again as I was met with Stan’s sinister smirk. Two men flanked him on both sides, guys that had to have been new recruits because I had never seen them before. I suppose this was their initiation- trying to break me. There wasn’t much keeping me together anymore, and I recon if I gave up already they would stop. They would give up and just kill me- slowly and painfully albeit but the end would come rather than this teasing torture. I didn’t know how throwing insults at me would be a good initiation but I wasn’t really the one running this joint now was I? I closed my eyes and waited for the scorching words to be heaved at me but was shocked when none came- but rather a very hard fist landed perfectly on my body. I grunted, trying to curl in on myself to no avail- I was strapped down for fucks sake. So, as I lie defenseless and vulnerable more fists flew in every direction, not one missing its mark. I grunted, whimpered, begged- anything you could think of when faced with this situation but nothing stopped their powerful attack on my already broken body. I was sure that I was bleeding internally, and of course then I realized that this could actually be it- the moment I die. Sure, I had always hoped to die peacefully or in the most extreme awesome way to go, but this was so far off of what I would have ever imagined. I didn’t want to die this way- broken, tired, sick, weak, and defenseless. I hoped that even if I had to die like this- it was inevitable really- that I could at least have Harry with me, but in a way I truly was happy he wasn’t here. That he couldn’t see this, couldn’t watch me being weak, and wouldn’t watch me dying pitifully. I was happy that he wouldn’t have to experience the pain of watching someone he cared about dying- at least I hoped he cared for me- because I knew how horrible that was to witness. I shut my eyes and fell limp, allowing them to do as they pleased, there was nothing I could do about it anyways and I had finally given up. The hits kept coming, occasionally they would take my head and jerk it backwards roughly causing it to smash into the metal of the bed I was tied to. After forever and a half- but really it was like a half an hour of just hitting me I’m sure they would’ve been bored by then because damn there’s only so many ways to hit someone- Stan had told them to stop. They automatically complied, stepping away from me while smirking wickedly at me. What did they know that I didn’t- oh right, everything. The door opened again, and then they were all gone. I sighed in relief, but wheezed because the pain in my chest was horrible. My whole body hurt, and I knew now that it was possible that I wouldn’t make it through the second wave. I was barely awake now, the pain surging through my body in time with my heartbeat. I barely made it out of the first wave, and now I was almost a hundred times weaker. My body wouldn’t make it, I won’t make it. My body will just shut down, and I was okay with that right now. Hell, the lads hate me and Liam even comes to watch me writhe in pain every day. Harry- my sweet little Harry- had begged them to beat me. They all sold me out, even though all I had done for them was care and make sure they were safe. They would have done the same thing to Louis than they are doing to me if I hadn’t shredded his leg, sure I’m sure it hurt but it hurt a lot less than this horrific torture. Besides, he would have been killed and then they would be really upset and pissed. I did nothing but help, but I suppose they didn’t really know that. My vision was blurred from the impact of the metal on my head, one of my eyes swelling shut. I couldn’t move without gasping because of the intense pain. I just needed a few minutes to let my body adjust to the battered state that it was in, I could bear through this. I would have to, but really what did I have left to live for? What did I have left to fight for? Nothing. I glanced at the sliver of a window that I had and saw the sky was a deep navy- it must’ve been getting pretty late- the color almost black. I whimpered, the lights turning off, and I didn’t know if I would get to sleep with the pain I was in. So, I just lie there in the dark awaiting either a haunted slumber or the second wave to hit.