Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

Chapter 32

[Payton's POV]

Everyone stared at us in shock, their faces a mix between fear, sadness and even humiliation.

'P-Pa-Payton.' Charlotte burst through the crowd and stared at me hard. 'Y-You-You're... n-no-not... d-de-dead?'

I stared at my body and pat myself down, checking if I wasn't a ghost.

'Last time I checked.' I gulped.

Suddenly, everything happened in fast-motion, everyone in the crowd sprinted towards us some tackling Demi but most on me and pressing all their entire body weights on me.

I'm talking maybe a grand total of 50 stone just on my torso.

I gasped for breath and pushed them all a way with all the strength I could muster.

'I won't be for long though.' I coughed.

Everyone jumped off slowly and stared at me as if I was a zombie about to lunge at their throats.

'Charlotte.' I whispered, she was the only one staring at me as if I wasn't actually there. 'Are you alright?'

She shook her head. 'I thought you were dead...'

'Well... I'm not. Whoopie?!' I gulped and held my hands up in surrender. 'So... Hows... it... hanging?'

She glared at me then. 'Pretty good actually other than just attending my best friends funeral even though she wasn't dead!'

I gulped again and continued to hold my hands up. 'Surprise!'

Before I could process her actions she ran back to me and pinned me to the floor, hands over my head.

'You could've told me you weren't dead!' She teared up.

'Now was the only time I had the chance,' I defended myself well. 'If you remember I was 5 miles away, plus, the place went up in flames yesterday.'

She growled. 'I know, I was there from like 6am this morning till just before 11.'

'Well I arrived back there at 11:30.' I growled. 'What luck?'

I looked around the crowd, finally taking in every face I had missed so much.

Eugene and his wierd irish accent.

Eliza and her strong cheekbones and strange walk where she constantly looks like she has a stick up her bum.

Daryl- Wait... Daryl.

I stood up slowly, Charlotte pulled away reluctantly and stared at me in confusion, then she followed my gaze and chuckled softly at my look of loathing I shot him.

He cowered away looking down at his feet and muttering incohearable slanders under his breath.

'You!!' I raised my finger and pointed hard. 'Almost got me killed!! Stop being a touchy arsehole and fucking take your shit like a man!!'

Demi snorted and reached her hand forward. 'Would you like some Aloe Vera on that? 'Cause you just got burned!'

I cracked a smirk but as Daryl looked up at me I went angry again.

Till he spoke, then I melted like putty in his hands.

'I'm sorry, Payton. I'm glad you're alive, I've missed you.' He whispered and took a step towards me, he obviously took my not moving backwards as a signal for him to move even closer.

He stopped right in front of me and took my left hand from my side as I just looked at him in both confusion and slight fear.

He suddenly pulled my hand up to his face and pressed his soft feather-like lips against them and I shivered uncontrolably.