Still not bitten (Zombie apocalypse) Harry Styles

What's one life compared to two?

If I had to give up my breath for my sisters, then so be it. I would gladly burn in a pit in hell if it meant my sisters could live.

What's one life compared to two?

I couldn't rid my mind of the sentence, it was like it was making sure I didn't back out. I didn't need the reminder, I wasn't going to back out. I was going to walk in, hug death and burn in hell.

I stood up from the chair a few minutes after my mother left, not wanting to sit around moping any longer. If I was about to willingly force death upon myself, then I was going to enjoy my last moments.

Ha! Enjoy...that's really funny. Enjoy! Yes, enjoy my lasts moments without Harry.

Harry, the thought of never seeing him again, never feeling him against me, hit me hard. It gripped my heart and squeezed, leaving parts missing.

I love you.

I didn't even get to say it back.

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the wall, tears streaming down my face as something banged against the other side of the wall.

My eyes shot open and I realized that the 'wall' I had rested on, was not a wall, it was a giant window...............with infected on the other side. 

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I yelled, holding a hand to my heart. My eyes scanned the faces of the infected before resting on one, he was sitting in the corner, just watching me. I tilted my head to the side, studying his features, and he did the same. I squinted my eyes, he did the same. I placed my hand against the glass and watched in amazement as he stood shakily to his feet. He walked slowly towards the glass and rested his hand opposite from my own.

He seemed so peaceful, so human, as he watched me. His brown eyes were sad, and familiar. He looked so different, his skin pale and missing in places. It pained me to see him so miserable, what did he do to deserve this?

I had missed him, and even though this wasn't how I imagined seeing him again, I was still happy. At least I had gotten to see him one last time...

"Dad?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

He closed his eyes in concentration, trying to make his voice work the way he wanted it to, but he couldn't, he wasn't in full control of his body anymore. I couldn't even imagine what that would be like.

"She's crazy, she was always crazy." I shook my head, disgust lacing my words. 

My dad's voice drifted through my mind, a distant memory resurfacing again.

"You have to watch your sisters, put them before anyone else." 

"There are some things you don't understand. Just promise me you'll protect them."

"I'm keeping my promise dad." I said softly. "I'm protecting them."

He shook his head, making weird grunting noises. "N-n-no..." He stuttered out finally.

"What?" 

"Can't.......die......you.....live......protect...."

I stared at him in confusion, trying to make sense of his words.

"Find..." He continued. "Escape....."

I stared at him, trying to decipher the meaning of his broken words.

Can't die, live, protect, find.....

Escape.

And then I knew, I understood.