Michael's POV:
After finding the Ashton, Luke and Calum with there flesh and guts were everywhere we decided to look around the hotel for some guns and supplies. The boys and I went looking around while Niall stayed with the girls protected themselves with a revolver Luke kept in his suitcase. We took Ashton, Calum and my hand-guns with us just in case we saw any more of those bastards. We saw a couple in hallways and coming around rooms but instead of shooting we ducked into rooms. As we were looking in a room we found The Wanted all dead, all we did was smirked, we all hated them anyway as I nudged Max with my foot. Max shot up and looked at us with a dead,
'Max? How are you alive your neck... is right out' I then slowly started to realize he was one of the living dead.
He finally hurled towards me and tackled me to the ground while trying to rip out my throat. With one hand pressed up against it's throat and the other trying to reach for my Beretta 92. When I knew I couldn't get it I kept yelling at the boys,
'Shoot him!'
'Shoot him!'
Niall's POV:
It's been over an hour since the boys left me with the girls and all we've been doing is looking out the window while Keke was looking threw all the drawers for a guess would be a weapon even thought they've been watching pay with a revolver for about 45 minutes. I suddenly heard banging on the door and thought it was Michael so I got up and unlock then walked away. But suddenly realized my mistake when Keke screamed. It was a zombie and I didn't hesitate one bit to shot the son of a bitch in the damn head. When I knew it was actually dead I kicked it out the door.
'Niall!' Keke cried into my shoulder
'It's okay. I got you' I held her
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Apocalyptic
FanfictionZayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, Micheal, Gracie, and Keke are the only ones left in Washington after a Vicious Zombie Apocalypse. Who will live, die and find?
