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Chapter 3 ; Luke

LUKE'S POV

January 12 2014.

We were sitting in the lounge,

Me and Calum were watching spongebob,

Michael and Ashton were playing ping pong behind us,

"SHIT!" Michael yelled in frustration.

"FUCK YES!"Ashton yelled in succession, throwing his arms in the air,

"NOBODY CAN BEAT SMASHTON! "

The ball rolled under the vending machine.

Me and Calum start laughing

"What?" Ashton turns around,

"You have toilet paper on your shoe." Calum holding his stomach.

"Shut up." Ashton takes it off his shoe.

"No it's funny" Michael laughs with us,

We continue watching tv , while Ashton and Michael continue their game.

The screen turns blue.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP (PRETEND ITS LIKE THE PURGE OKAY)

THIS IS A MESSAGE COMING FROM THE WHITE HOUSE

AN INFECTION HAS SPREAD ACROSS THE UNITED STATES

MAKING EVERYBODY SICK

NEWS REPORTS HAVE BEEN VIEWED BY THE US GOVERNMENT

THE GOVERNMENT HAS ORDERED
YOU TO STAY IN YOUR HOUSEHOLDS AT ALL TIMES

KEEP YOUR CHILDREN SAFE

AND ARM YOURSELVES

I stare at the television, shocked.

So did the other guys, Ashton's face went extremely pale, along with me,

Our eyes glued to the television, watching a boy get attacked by 2 infected,

the person who was taking the video started running when the 2 infected finished devouring the boy,

leaving a bloody mess, he got they're attention and started chasing him, the video became very shaky,

you could see the persons feet running against the concrete, he tripped over practically nothing,

the infected caught up to him, the camera was positioned upright and was filming the whole thing,

I lost it when I seen them tear open the stomach of the struggling man, taking out several organs and gnawing on them,

I gagged then dashed to the bathroom, I fell on the floor beside the toilet and threw up my lunch from earlier today,

I groaned as I leaned against the bath tub, wiping the vomit from my lips with toilet paper, I got up, feeling queasy and wobbly,

My knees were attempting to give out on me, but I kept myself up,

I would've brushed my teeth or rinsed out my mouth with mouth wash but I felt too weak to do so,

I stumbled towards the lounge, feeling dizzy,

I held my hand to my head, then made the rest of the way to the lounge,

I sighed shakily, what about our families?

What were we going to do? Will we escape the whole thing?

All eyes were on me , when I walked in front of the TV,

"What are we going to do?" I asked quietly, hanging my head low,

"I know, we coul-" michael was cut off by a blood curdling scream,

We all whipped our heads back to look at the door,

Lou comes stumbling in with a bite in her arm, blood oozing out of it,

Then a pale looking Paul comes in as well, his eye's are bloodshot, and he has blood around his mouth,

He grunts, looking at me, then Michael, he sees Lou and starts running towards her,

Michael and me immediately start pushing him into the storage room,

He was thrashing, attempting to bite us,

He attacked us.

I've have known Paul for 2 years. Husband, Dad, manager. He's been watching us 24/7 , the one direction boys and us. He left early on to check on his wife and daughter, but came back within hours.

It happened suddenly. He hadn't been sick.

I dont know if he was infected , or how.

The boys, lou and I had to repel him with the only thing we had,

Chairs.

We pushed him back into the closet and wrangled the door shut on his flailing hands.

I can still here him pounding on the doors, I don't know how much of this I can take.

Lou's in the other room, looking for something to treat the bite she sustained in the scuffle.

Lou's dead. I killed Lou.

We tried treating her arm, but didnt think about what we were actually treating it for.

Its clear now that the bite communicated whatever had infected Paul to Lou.

Her "zombification" took a matter of hours.

She- whatever I killed, it was no longer Lou. It came at me fast. I fended it off with a chair for long enough to look around the room and grabbed a lava lamp,

Which I shattered on its face. I don't t know if it has brain function, but it seems as though a strike to the brain will kill-deanimate?-it.