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.


2. Chapter Two

Knock, knock, knock!

I jumped up in alarm.

"Don't be scared," Zayn said. "That's just the boys." He walked over to the door and pulled up the steel wall that covered the front door. Four boys walked in. "Liv, meet Harry, Liam, Niall and Louis."

"Hi," I said shyly.

"Hello," Harry said and extended his hand for me to shake.

"Hi," I replied awkwardly and took his hand. "So I guess you guys are staying."

"Thank you," Liam said and gave me a hug.

"No problem. I'm not gonna kick you out. I'm not that mean."

"Do you have some food?" Niall asked.

"Don't mind our hungry friend," Louis said, patting me on the shoulder. "Niall, mate, you can't go eating this poor lady out of house and home."

"Lady?" I questioned.

"Sorry," Louis said.

"You guys want a beer and some dinner?" I asked the boys.

"Mate, you found a keeper," Niall said, putting his hand on Zayn's shoulder, making us both blush.

"Maybe," I said sarcastically and put my hand on Zayn's shoulder. He smirked at that. "So what do you guys want to eat for dinner?"

"I'm cooking," Harry said, enveloping my hands in his slightly larger ones.

"You are my guests, I'm cooking."

"And I am cooking out of my deepest condolences for your sucky ass cooking," Harry said.

"Hurtful!" I hit Harry on the side of the arm.

"Ow," Harry said, pouting and rubbing his shoulder.

"You're such a baby, mate," Zayn said.

I chuckled and led Harry to the kitchen.

"So here is everything." I pointed to my pantry and my fridge. (If you were wondering, I have a back-up generator powering my house and electrical needs).

"Alright," he said, clasping his hands together. "Go on out and let me cook."

"Ok," I said and strolled out of my kitchen.

I plopped down next to Liam and Zayn on the couch.

"What's Harry cooking?" Louis asked.

"I have absolutely no idea," I said.

"I'm gonna go find out," Louis said. "Be right back."

Zayn put his arm around me.

"Tell me about yourself," he questioned me.

"What do you want to know?" I asked him, removing his arm from my shoulders.

"Tell me how you survived The Cure."

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