A.D.D | 5SOS AU

The zombie apocalypse. Everyone knew it was going to happen eventually they just didn't think it would happen so soon. When you get bitten, the venom from the zombie virus makes its way to your brain, this venom can do one of two things. It can turn you into a zombie, which is the most likely outcome, or it will simply alter you brain, causing you to develop some form of mental disorder. When Rebel gets bitten she gets lucky, she develops A.D.D otherwise known as attention deficit disorder. Could this help her survive or lead her to get bitten again and not be so lucky?

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"Tay, behind you." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

 "What are you talking about?" Taylor asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

 Taylor slowly turned around and looked behind him, his blank expression turning to one of surprise for a split second before the zombie lifted an arm and hit Taylor around his head. The black haired man collapsed to the floor as I stumbled backwards into Michael's chest in shock.

"Oh my God." I gasped.

"Don't use the Lord's name in vain." Michael chuckled to himself before grabbing me by the elbow and dragging me into my house.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, still completely flabbergasted - that's a funny word - by what had happened.

"A zombie apocalypse. I should've seen this coming, Ash said this was gonna happen, I just didn't think it would be so soon. We're stuck in England and soon the whole human race will be dying out." Michael explained, grabbing a bag from the island in the kitchen and filling it with cans of food and bottles of water.

"Who's Ash?" I asked, deciding it was a smart idea to grab another bag and begin filling it with food and drink.

"His name's Ashton, he's a friend of mine, he seems to believe that he can see into the future, anyway, he's up in Manchester with two of my other friends, Luke and Calum and my twin sister, Rosa. It'd be best if we could get to Manchester." The green haired boy said as he picked up a third bag.

I stopped him, "How do I even know I can trust you, I met you like what, an hour ago?"

"Look, you just have to trust me, Ash will probably call me in a minute." 

As if on cue, Michael's phone rang, he answered it and put it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Michael, I told you the damn apocalypse was gonna happen!" The voice on the other end of the phone yelled, I'm assuming it was Ashton's voice.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, would it be safe to get the train up to Manchester?" Michael asked.

"Um, probably, there's one leaving in around twenty minutes, let's just hope the undead don't get there before you do." Ashton concluded before hanging up.

"That was brief." I stated.

"No, you don't say." Michael said, the sarcasm in his voice almost impossible to miss.

"Shouldn't I change? I mean, I'm wearing a dress and heels, this is the most inconveniant outfit for the apocalypse ever." I motioned to what I was wearing.

"No, it's fine let's go, where's the nearest train station?"

                                           *  *  *

 

We had boared the train without any problems and we were now on our way to Manchester. 

"So, how did this even happen?" I asked.

"The apocalypse, you mean?" Michael asked in return.

I nodded.

"It was probably something to do with radioactivity in the ground, something like that anyway. You'll have to ask Ash he'll know." He shrugged.

"Okay..." I trailed off, "What about when we get to Manchester, what happens then?"

"We survive." 

"Well, that's not vague or anything." I retorted.

Michael rolled his eyes and for the rest of the trip we spoke about our lives, anything to distract us from what was currently happening.

"Dude, I just realised, how did we even get a train if the apocalypse is happening?" I questioned.

"Because it's only just started, by tomorrow the trains and airplanes would've shut down." 

                                                      *  *  *

 

The train station at Manchester was completely abandoned except for a few bodies of the undead led on the floor and three boys and a girl with bright red hair. 

"That's the guys and my sister." Michael pointed at them.

I nodded as we stepped off of the train, we were the only passengers.

The girl was the first to introduce herself, "Hey, I'm Rosa." 

As she smiled, her bright green eyes sparkled and she would play with the two rings she had pierced through her lips.

"Hey, I'm Rebel." I smiled, shaking her hand.

As she stepped back I noticed she was holding hands with the tallest of all the boys, he had piercing blue eyes and blonde hair that was swooped up into a quiff, it was like a ski jump - I should write that down.

I assumed they were together. 

The tall blonde boy stepped forward and held out his hand, "I'm Luke."

I shook his hand and said, "Hey." 

A boy who was slightly shorter and had darker blonde hair that was kept tame behind a bandana stepped forward and said, "I'm Ashton."

"Hey." I smiled and shook his hand and - Lord have mercy - he was gorgeous.

He had hazel coloured eyes that appeared green in certain light and brown in other lights. He had a bright smile and deep dimples on his cheeks, he was quite tanned for someone in England yet as they all had Australian accents, I'm assuming they're originally from down under. Wink wink.

The last boy stepped forward and he had dark brown eyes and very dark brown hair that was so dark it appeared black. He held out his hand and said, "Calum."

I shook his hand and introduced myself before Michael said that we should probably get back to their apartment before nightfall.

Michael walked beside Rosa and Luke ahead of Calum, Ashton and me.

"How did the apocalypse even start?" I asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between the three of us.

"I don't know for sure, but I'm going to assume that it was probably a leak of nuclear gas from a military base, probably the one down in Devon, it probably leaked through the air to the nearest cementary and then gradually moved up to England, Wales and Scotland." Ashton began to explain his theory.

"Do you think there's a cure?" Calum questioned.

"Probably, there may be a certain blood type that may be immune to the infection. I've heard that some people have been bitten and got out alive but they had some form of mental disorder, the most common disorder to develop from being bitten, from what I've heard anyway, is schizophrenia or bipolar disorder." The blonde haired boy continued to explain as we got nearer to their apartment complex.

"How do you know so much?" I asked, completely blown away by his knowledge.

"I attended Manchester University for a year before I dropped out, but whilst I was there I studied biology and science and there was a group of me and a few other people who felt like the zombie apocalypse would happen some time soon so we studied it, checking people's blood cells for signs of chemicals. What would really help is if we could capture a zombie, I could run some tests and see what is causing the infection and potentially find a cure. I could collect samples of all of our blood and see if any blood matches up to a cure or the zombie's blood for that matter." Ashton kept rambling about finding a cure and before I knew it we were at their apartment.

"Ash, the key?" Luke interupted him.

"Oh yeah." He chuckled sheepishly and got a key from his pocket before unlocking the door to the apartment.

Once we got into the apartment I found that there were only three bedrooms, Michael then told me that I'd have to room with Ashton as Rosa and Luke obviously shared a room and so did Michael and Calum.

I sat down on one of the beds in the room I'd be staying in, "We could go out tonight and get a zombie for you." I suggested to Ashton.

"That's dangerous, it'd be better to do it in the day, they're weaker in sunlight I've found." Ashton explained to me.

"Well, it's still light out, we could go now."

"Let's go then." Ashton smirked, pulling two metal baseball bats out from his wardrobe.

 

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