Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

[Book 2] Chapter 2

Soo... New story, new cover.

Thanks to ToxicSoap04 who made it for me and I didn't even ask!! Also, go check out her new zombie book, it's more zombie battles with Charlotte and Payton only hers is much more thought of and well written xD Imagine my book is some hobo and Charlotte's book is Prince Phillip ;) (Although, I haven't seen any racism in it ((Claps for Payton's jokes))... yet)

Picture of Ben to the side --->

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[Payton's POV]

'Tell me something I don't know about you.' Daryl suddenly whispered, wrapping my long brown hair around one of his fingers as we laid on our sides facing each other on my bed.

'I hate peas.' I murmered, I coudln't really think properly today, my mind was clouded by the fact Charlotte didn't tell me, her closest friend here, that she was pregnant.

I get that everyones pissed at me for what I have with Daryl but... I thought me and her still had the bond.

'I already knew that.' Daryl chuckled and pushed my fringe out of my eyes. 'Tell me something about your past. A story for a story.'

I gulped, florcing myself to think back to one of my old memories and whimpered. 'One day when I was 9 I went iceskating with a load of my friends, we were having a really good day when suddenly this boy about our age purposly barged into me and I fell onto my friends shoe on the ice, I had a black eye after that and I swear I had it for weeks.'

'What did you do the boy?'

'My friend Morgan ran after him, she was a bit of a sight even at that age, she was a big... Urm... if ever I saw one... Shes was mum before all this started, mum of three, the first one she had at 15.'

'So basically you're telling me she never kept her legs shut.'

'Yeah.' I blushed. 'She chased after him and pushed him, he went sliding across the ice on his face and his whole face was cut up when he got up again.'

'Jeez.' Daryl muttered.

'What about you?' I muttered. 'Story for a story remember.'

'Oh.' He gulped. 'Urm... When I was 13 I was walking down a busy street in Texas with my mum, she told me about how, when my father left her and how she still loved him even though he broke her heart like a dick... Then suddenly this man came out an alleyway and his eyes landed on us, I don't know why he stared at us for so long but then suddenly he started sprinting at us... Not running, sprinting. Then he grabbed my mums arm and threw her to the floor, she screamed as he stood powerful above her then my instincts kicked in and I jumped on him, punching him as hard as I could around into his face. Then I woke up in a hospital with my mum in the bed next to me and the man that attacked us in the bed next to her. Apperently after I jumped on him, he threw me away and I landed on my head, knocking me out and mum ran at him and beat him when she collapsed with exhaustion. My mum was charged with a £500 fine even though it was self defence but the man got 18 weeks in prison... I never found out who he was.'

'In front of all those people?' I gawped. 'Didn't they help.'

'They didn't realise anything was wrong till I was on his back screaming, then they tried to pull my mum off the man when she was beating him in anger.'

'I'm sorry, Daryl.' I whispered and rubbed my thumb over his lips.

'It was ages ago so I'm over it.' He smiled and kissed at my thumb. 'I have other stuff to think about rather than that.'

'Like staying alive in a world full of zombies?'

He grinned. 'I was thinking a little more closer to... Home.'