And In This Moment, I Swear We Are Infinite (One Direction and Zombie FanFic)

 Prologue

When the virus struck, it took everybody with it. To be honest, it didn't really have much effect on my life. Yes, my whole existence was in danger and everyday was just 24 hours of trying to stay alive, but even if I had died when the world was normal, nobody would've cared anyway. 

You see, I'd isolated myself from people like they were zombies even before they were zombies. I had the advantage of not having any close friends of relatives. Truth is, I'd rather live a life where you'd encounter flesh ripping mobile corpses on a regular basis than live my old life, having to live in a world where they tell you it's what's on the inside that counts, but really, it's what's on the outside that matters.   

I remember having suicidal thoughts from all the shit I had to put up with in my old life. It was considered "normal" compared to a life of hunting down zombies but in reality, it was all the more messed up. America, once known for it's famous films and inspirational art was now infested with live corpses. It was Zombieland. But even though Zombieland was a chaotic hell, I considered it to make a whole lot more sense than the so called "normal" world before the plague struck.   

I mean, wasn't it a more logical lifestyle? Zombies eat brains, humans have brains, humans run from zombies, zombies chase humans and the people either have a fate of living a full healthy life or having their guts ripped out of their bodies and eaten viciously. But the normal world? To put it bluntly, it was a mess. The old life that I lived just proved how much humans sucked.   

People were so judgemental and prejudice.People tended to associate anyone who looked and behaved differently with illegal or immoral activity. We'd put labels on people like "hipsters", "sluts", "90's kids", "bitches", "nerds", and anyone who had been blessed with the gift of being different was shameful upon it.   I didn't want to live in a world where people are praised for their looks, not honest personality. I didn't want to live in a world where girls would give me dirty looks just because my clothing wasn't "in". I didn't want to live in a world where people would ask "Who made her like this?", behind my back. And even when their brains were being munched on, or their face were being slobbered over and bitten, they never knew the answer to the dull question.

But do you know who caused all this pain? Do you know who forced me to build all these walls to avoid getting hurt? Do you know who made me cut until I saw such divine liquid pour from such an ugly being? It was society, and man is society a bitch. I guess you could say that even though I was being chased by brain craving zombies, in a way, they kind of saved my life.   

You're probably wondering why I'm so pessimistic, right? Well, when you watch your parents getting devoured singlehandedly by your once innocent little sister, you stop thinking of world as rainbows and sunshine.The feeling of loneliness had overshadowed my life after the death of my family.But the past isn't there for mere entertainment. It's called "past" for a reason, and that is for it to be absorbed in your memory. The unstitchable scar left in my heart taught me the most important lesson of all. Never let people too close. Because when you start to care too much, when you begin to worry too much, when you love too much, that's when you know you're in a whole lot of shit.