Im so so sorry for taking forever to update, I just haven’t really had the time to, but I tried to make this chapter super long to make up for it xx
{Luke}
My mouth went dry as I witnessed the chaotic scenes unfold before me. A swarm of zombies appeared on the television, all displaying a ravenous look of need and hunger. I stood and watched as people ran for their lives, some making it to safety, others being eaten alive.
The zombies were ruthless, tackling and ripping apart anyone in their reach. I felt my stomach churn, my vision blurred and I began to sway back and forth.
The camera crew or whoever the fuck was recording this showed everything, all the gruesome and vomit worthy scenes. Peoples’ guts getting ripped out, their screams echoing off each other’s, creating an ear piercing combination of pain and suffering.
I stood there, completely shocked and terrified, but hypnotized by the screen; my eyes remained glued to it. I didn’t dare peel my eyes away from the horrendous images displaying on the screen.
I lost it when I witnessed a young lad, who looked around my age, be tackled to the ground by two zombies. One went straight for his face, biting into his nose and tearing it off, leaving his face a bloody mess. The other went for his stomach. Sinking his teeth it, slashing it open just using his teeth, what I assumed to be his large intestine stuck between his lips. Pretty soon three other zombies joined in and surrounded them, blocking my view of the poor boy, who laid on the bloody concrete floor, with his mouth open and his eyes empty.
I bolted straight for the bathroom, shoving the door open and dropping on my knees, spilling everything I had in my stomach into the toilet. “Oh my god,” I groaned as I pushed myself away from the toilet and leaned back against the bathroom door.
The taste of vomit lingered on my lips and tongue. I fucking hated it; it disgusted me to no end. All I wanted was to brush my teeth or wash out my mouth, but I felt drained. I had no energy to do that, and plus, it was the least of my problems at the moment. I had bigger things to worry about now. A zombie apocalypse to be exact, fuck the taste of vomit.
I slowly stood up, still leaning against the wall for support. My knees felt weak and I didn’t trust myself on being able to stand up on my own. I’ve never felt this sick or weak in my whole life before. It was fucking terrible.
All I did was puke for like, five minutes straight and I feel so weak. Damn it Luke, stop being a little bitch. You’re never gonna survive this shit if you get weak this easily.
Holy shit, I have to live through a zombie apocalypse. What the actual fuck. I mean I always believed it would happen, I mean, I believed it could have happened. And now it’s actually happening, this is so fucking… I don’t even know how the fuck to describe this shit. This is just so messed up and fucking insane. I cannot believe this is really happening!
Holy fuck, my parents! My brothers! Is this just happening in Madrid?! Or all over the world? Fucking hell, what if it’s happening in Sydney too? Oh no, god no, please.
The lads, what about their families? What about them?
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening.
Shit, I think I’m hyperventilating
Breathe Luke, breathe.
“Luke! Luke? Dude calm down! Breathe man, breathe,” Michael shook me by the shoulders. “Guys! I think Luke’s having a panic attack!”
