End Of Time (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Anabeth Grey thought she had the cure for cancer, but when the drug turned people into human-eating monsters, the population of the earth vanished. It left less than thirty thousand people to fend alone, scattered across the world. Liv resides in the ruins of New York City, alone. Standing in her apartment, she realizes someone is there. Zayn, her fate-altering intruder, is standing behind her. Embarking on a journey with a stranger has never been so hard or, frankly, annoying.

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1. Chapter One

As I looked out the window of my tiny apartment, I couldn't help but wonder why. Why? Why did I have to do something so stupid? My cat looked at me suspiciously.

I bent down to pick up the charred remnants of my once beautiful shirt.

"Damn," I screamed. Why did I have to put my shirt on the microwave and then have it fall on the stove which, surprisingly, was on? Wait. How did my stove get on? I'm glad my knifes were close by the stove.

I grabbed my sharpest one and turned around slowly. I definitely didn't turn on my stove. Walking slowly, trying not to make a noise on my hardwood floors, I placed my back firmly against the wall, my breathing unsteady. If one of those fuckers came in here, I am going to shit myself.

Bang!

I quickly turned around a saw a man in my kitchen.

"Gah! Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?" I screamed at him.

"My name is Zayn Malik and I didn't mean to startle you," he said. "I thought the apartment was abandoned. Sorry."

"It's ok. And you owe me a new shirt."

"I guess I do, huh?" He stuck his hand out to shake mine.

"My name is Liv. And she," I gestured toward my dog trotting in the room, "is Aylee."

"Hi, Aylee," Zayn said and went to pet her. She happily went to him. "You know, you can put your knife down. I'm not going to kill you."

"How can I be so sure?" I questioned him.

"You might just have to trust me."

My watch started beeping. It was 6 pm. Time to lock down.

Zayn looked at me in alarm. "Should we lock down?"

"Please help me?" I asked him.

"I'm staying?" He chuckled.

"You really think I would kick you out at dark when those things are out there?"

"I didn't know," he said and he stood up. "So am I helping you or not?"

I shook my head and he started helping me pull down the steel doors over the windows and doors.

"How long has it been since you've had a beer?"

"A pretty long damn time."

I went over to my fridge and grabbed two beers. If I was having company, might as well have fun. As I was walking over to hand Zayn a beer, I remembered my old iPod.

"Want some music?" I asked him.

"Sure. That would be nice," he said.

That's when we heard it.

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