This chapter is dedicated to @flawlessniake for all her lovely votes and comments! xx
{Ashton}
My body went ridge as I looked at the body that stood in the doorway. The setting sun was behind him or her, casting a blinding light that prohibited us from getting a proper look at the intruder. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of having to fight off a zombie. My eyes darted all over the room, in search for a weapon. A few bottles of soda, a lamp, the television, and Michael’s PlayStation were the only choices of weapons we had.
Damn. We really needed to level up on our weapon choice.
The groans coming from the body regained my attention. What the fuck do I do? As the oldest I’m supposed to take care of the boys. It’s my job to protect Luke, Michael and Calum. I feel like it’s my responsibility. They’re like the four younger brothers I never had. They’re my family. I have to protect them. I mean, it’s the least I can do after all they’ve done for me. I love them. Wow this is making me sound really cheesy.
I have to keep them safe, if I don’t… I don’t know what I’d do with myself. I won’t be able to live with the guilt of not being able to save one of my best friends; it’s already hard with holding the guilt from the whole pink haired girl incident that occurred earlier.
Without warning the zombie lunges forward, screaming as it runs towards us. I don’t even think twice about doing it, I run toward the zombie, ready to fight and protect the lads.
Right before we collided I push him by the shoulders backwards, he stumbles as he loses his footing. My mind screams at me to do it again, to keep on pushing the fucker until he is out of the bus. I repeatedly push him backwards until his flies out of the tour bus and lands on his back on the pavement floor.
My chest rises and falls rapidly and adrenaline runs through my veins as I watch the zombie get back on his feet. He bares his teeth at me, letting out a hiss. The lads join my side, Michael handing me a knife, I give him a puzzled look. Where did he get this from? Michael simply shrugs and turns to face to zombie.
I notice that Calum and Luke are holding knifes in their hands as well, positioned in front of them, ready to be in use if need be.
I bring my focus back to zombie who keeps switching his gaze to all of us. His eyes dart to Calum, then Luke, then me, and finally Michael.
It’s as if he knows he’s out numbered and is attempting to find a way to take all four of us down. Which is strange considering the fact that he’s a zombie, zombies aren’t supposed to be smart and tactical… right?
The boys and I stand our ground as the zombie keeps glaring at us and at our weapons.
The anticipation is killing me; can this fuck face hurry up and make a move already? My heart is beating like crazy and I can feel myself start to sweat from the nerves.
“Why isn’t it attacking us?” Luke asks. The grip of the knife in his hands tights as he itches closer to me.
“I don’t know. It’s as if he’s planning what to do or something,” I respond. “But its better we wait for it to make the first move.”
“Exactly how long is that gonna take? Cus I’m about ready to shit my pants.”
I look at Luke from the corner of my eye and shrug, “I don’t know. But just be prepared for when it does.”
“Great,” he mutters.
It feels like hours have past but when in reality it’s only been a few minutes, and the zombie still hasn’t tried anything. All he did was stare at us and occasionally growl. This was getting frustrating.
I knew it was better to be patient though and let the zombie make the first move. That way we had a better chance of seeing how it would attack, giving us an opportunity to counter it and attack stronger.
“Oh come on you piece of shit! Do something!” Michael yelled. He stepped forward, sticking his knife out towards the zombie.
The zombie cocked its head to the side and I swear I saw it smirk. He charged towards Michael.
Michael, being Michael, let out a high pitched scream before turning around and running to hide behind us.
I knew it wasn’t an appropriate time but I couldn’t but roll my eyes at Michael’s actions.
Way to be manly and brave Michael.
“Guys, watch out!” someone shouted from behind us.
I whipped around in time to see Sam and a few others running towards us. A policeman shouted at us to get down, before pulling out his handgun and shooting down the zombie.
The zombie let out a brutal growl as it dropped to the ground. The bullet had plummeted into his chest, only injuring him, not killing him. The boys and I just stared at the zombie as it withered around on the ground, trying to get back up.
Soon, Sam and the police officer were by our sides. Sam pushed us back while the police officer took care of the zombie. And by taking care of the zombie I mean shooting it in the face three times before sending a bullet right through his brain.
Calum and Luke looked at each other, fear evident in their eyes. Michael just stood there, staring at the dead corpse.
“Are you alright sons?” the officer turned to look at us.
“Yes sir, we’re fine.” Speak for yourself Calum.
The officer nodded before glancing at the dead body on the floor. He shook his head and turned to Sam. “Its best you get out of here and somewhere safe. I suggest you try and find some weapons and ready yourself for hell. Otherwise, you’re all dead.”
Sam visibly gulped, “thank you officer, for your services and advice.”
“Come on lads. Let’s get going” ushered us back into the tour bus.
We were followed by Richard and Steven, body guards. Zeke and Chad, sound check guys, and Cody our bus driver.
“But Sam, where will we go? Is there even a place we can go?” Luke asked his voice small.
Sam sighed, “I don’t know Luke. I don’t know.”
Yeah I hate this chapter :( sorry its short and suckish... But I started working on chapter 6 and I promise to make it way better and much more zombie filled (;
On another note, this story almost has 500 reads!! Thats fricking insane!!! Thanks a lot ok like really it means a shit ton to me
