Virus (Narry Zombie AU)

Chapter 59

I suck at counting apparently because this story will end with 61 chapters because of the epilogue.

Now, I hope you enjoy the ending.

Dedication: @TheFaultInOurNarry_x (I used your question, and I loved your answer ‘chocolate covered one direction= yes please), @bethaniehoran, & @BriannaThornton6 (Because Donatello) & @SmilingNiallxxx (because your answer was unique and made me laugh x)

Pages: 9; Words: 2,704

Don’t hate me, and please remember the tissues.

Keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times, try and hold in the tears until the end, and enjoy the rollercoaster of sadness.

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~Niall~

Really, if you thought about it, there was nothing to fight for, nothing to live for- if you can even consider this living- nothing to survive for. Because really that’s what we’re doing: surviving. Trying to make it to tomorrow so we can do the same thing, and hope we make it through the night. I wanted to live, not just survive, but now I don’t want to do either. At least with Harry and the lads, we were living, if only for just a little. We could take a break from surviving, to live. And now, I just want it all to end.

Fuck this.

I violently jerked my left arm forward, pulling whoever was carrying me forward, where I tripped him with my leg. It hurt like a damn bitch too, but I wasn’t too worried about that at the moment. I had to know the truth.

I could tell he was stunned, but I didn’t take much time to judge his reaction, instead I grabbed onto the other’s arm with both hands and flipped him over me. He grunted falling onto the other guy, and I stood up dusting myself off. I looked closer at their features, and saw they each had guns, which lead me to gaze at their faces before it clicked. They were the ones that had killed my friends. They were the ones that killed Harry. My Harry.

And then I was livid, but I stood frozen in place, just staring at them. I was livid, but then again, I was distraught and in shock. Like the thought had hit me that he could possibly be dead, and it was because of these two.

They both looked at me shocked, and scared, and they looked like they couldn’t be much older than me. What a shame. I stepped towards them, and watched how they both struggled backwards. And then I noticed: one of them wasn’t a guy, it was a girl. She clutched the other’s arm tightly, it looked like she had a death grip. They both slowly stood up, the guy’s hands extended outward like he was trying to keep me away. He pushed the girl behind him, and I followed her movements. He loved her, and it looked like the feeling was mutual.

“Who shot the curly haired boy back there? The one I was laying with? Hmm? Who!?!?” I questioned angrily, wanting answers and already planning what I was about to do. Screw them, screw them all! Someone would have to pay for this, and I was sure as hell making sure they did.

I saw the boy glance back in fear, and the girl locked eyes with him. Her eyes watered slightly in fear, her bottom lip wobbling, but I couldn’t find any pity for her, I couldn’t find it in myself to feel bad. All I could feel was the overwhelming anger and urge to get revenge.

“We were just following orders.” The boy spoke, fear clear in his eyes. He was scared of me, awe how cute.

“That’s not what I asked. Who the fuck killed him?!?!” I roared, causing both of them to step back in fear, and in turn I stepped forward. “I’ll ask one last time, who killed him?” I asked a last time, deathly calm.