iPocalypse

A/N: I'd first like to thank SilverDragonRanger09 and mlle_imandeus for inspiration. They both did amazing stories that got me back into writing, and for some reason, the thought of the iCarly and Victorious crew in an apocalypse is just hilarious to me. ... Am I a sick individual? ... YouTube that song by Halestorm, readers. Fucking now, go. Anyways, I guess this is TECHNICALLY a three-way crossover between *insert zombie fandom here*, iCarly and Victorious, but it's only going to be in the iCarly section. And I'm only counting it as an iCarly/Victorious crossover. Rick Grimes is NOT gonna pop-up out of nowhere, sorry. Though there'll be a lot of Walking Dead references. Anyways, without further ado...

Chapter 1: iReunite

Apartment 22, Venice, California, Sam's POV

I awoke to a loud banging, coupled with ding donging... Cold sweat furrowing... Uh, okay, don't need to sound like I'm in a horror movie, thanks.

"Caaaaaat." I was calling out to my roommate and pseudo best friend, Cat Valentine. Someone was at the door, and I didn't wanna get up. Too hungover.

"Cat, get the fudging door!"

"I'm in the shower, Sam!" I groaned... "... And the door's not really fudge, is it?!" Aaaand I groaned even louder. *Ding-Dong!* *Thump, thump, thump.*

"Dude, relax, I'm coming." Why didn't I make a new butter sock last night?

I finally got to the door and opened it, greeted by the building's property manager. "Puckett!"

"Thaaaat's muhname, don't wear it out. 'Sup?"

Cat's POV

I got out of the shower and shivered. How could I be freezing with all this steam in the air? I know I'm naked, but... I heard a loud bang that caused me to jump. Not loud enough to make me faint, but... I was a bit rattled. I put my fresh clothes on, my white blouse with a belt to tighten it around my... Admittedly bony waist, and my black skinny jeans, aswell as those cute pink flats I... Sorta stole from a girl in the hospital last year... Oh, crabs, I forgot my bra and panties... Sorry, S- Oh, right, I'm thinking, I was expecting Sam to complain about the word "panties." Oh well.

I finally headed out the bathroom to find Sam angerily packing a suit case. "Sam? Sam! What'd I do?! I'm sorry, please don't leave!"

"Huh? Oh, good, you're out of the shower. Get to work. That was the building manager. We're... Well, being evicted."

"... Sam... What did you do?"

"Nothing! He had an outstanding debt with some Hollywood bigwigs and they're taking the whole complex as collateral. We haven't been home 'cause we were celebrating your graduation, but we're the only ones left, and we have 18 hours to pack up or we're trespassing on government property."

... Sam may have to explain that again. It was then I heard her dial her phone. "C'mon, pick up... Pick up!," she shouted, obviously REALLY wanting fried chicken.

Bushwell Plaza, Seattle, Washington. Spencer's Apartment and POV

"No, Mrs. Benson, I don't have ticks! ... NO ONE HAS- I gotta go, someone else is calling. It could be important." I hit talk after hanging up on Marissa. God, she'd be the death of me! "Nnnnnyello? ... Sam? Hey!"

"Hey, Spence. Long time no speakie. How are ya?"

"I'd be better if Mrs. Benson would get off my butt. How's LA?"

"Well, it was good up intil a couple hours ago."

"What'd you do and how much is the bail, Samantha?"

"Why does everyone assume I did something wrong?!"

I listened intently while Sam explained the situation. She asked if I'd come out with Socko's RV and help them move. They were gonna get a reinbursement from the bank of about $20,800, so Sam's gonna buy and renovate the abandonned apartment next door to ours for Cat and move in with me. What she doesn't know yet... Is she's moving in with Carly, too.

"Oh, hey, Sam, before you go, I have news."

"It has to wait, Spence, we've got 15 hours to pack up everything we own. Seeya later!" She hung up before I could tell her: My dad, Colonel Shay, is dead... And Carly's coming home.