Ok so this is a new experimental Story about my favorite undead creatures Zombies. I was watching Z Nations and got to thinking why is there only one kinda better than expected story from the Zombies point of view (That being Warm bodies) So I wrote this one to have a few unexpected/expected twist and turns along this Naomily Adventure. Unless it bombs on the first try than it will sit as a dumb one-shot.

Furthermore If you have suggestions or anything don't be afraid to say something. I may put it in.

I don't own Skins.

The growling became louder and a low rumble could be heard. I ran as fast as I could into an abandoned building. I don't think they saw me but I still locked the door and blocked the door just in case. I finally heaved a sigh of relief. Pulling the bag off my back, I looked through it for a water bottle. My backpack held pretty much my life in it. It had an extra jacket. It held extra blades and large nails and drill bits. It had food and water bottles. It even had a blanket and rope for when I fell asleep in a tree to escape the dead.

I took a large swig and exhaled deeply. A random zombie fell into the door before continuing in his merry way. I remember what it was like before all of this crazy shit happen. It was peaceful back then. Nobody wanted to rob you, or shoot you, or even eat your flesh and brains. Everywhere had people moving about. People just trying to ignore the rest of the world. I mean there were people doing that also but we came sparser and sparser.

Back about two years ago everything was normal. It started out like any other Thursday. A siren sounded and the police came by the college and told everyone to head home because there were invaders. Being stubborn teenagers we didn't listen. It was when we were running about that me and my best mate Cook saw one. A horrible undead creature lurking around the club.

The zombie roared at us and tried to eat us. We barely made it back to my moms. Although my house was over run with the freaks. Stupid mother and her communal living. We tried running through the house to see if she was there. We must have killed about a dozen zombies before we found a note from my mom. On the bright side Cook ended up with a new favorite weapon a bat with a kitchen knife taped to it. Long story short Cook and I got separated and are trying to make it to south London because my mom may be there.

I looked around the dim room. It looked like some type of book store. I looked around at the various books that were left. There were a ton on the floor and some laying on tables. going over to one of the tables, I looked at the book that was open. It had blood stains over most of the pages. I could read some of it but other parts where covered to densely.

"What a shame." I sighed. In this world we didn't carry a lot of books. You had maybe one with you to keep you sane. I had read mine about forty times so I guess it's time for me to get a new one. I took out my book and started my search for my new bedtime novel.

Looking from shelf to shelf, I dismissed a ton of books. Books that had blood stains. Books that were boring and unappealing. Books for children and teens. That's when I heard it. A low grumble followed by a moan. It was a zombie for sure. It sounded huge so I better be careful. I pulled my trusty hunting knife from its sheath on my right forearm.

Out of a room from the back stood an ugly zombie. He wore what looked like a flannel jacket and a pair of old jeans. His eyes were sunken in and a healthy amount of bloody drool ran down his chin and neck and front. This guy was a haunting greenish bluish purple. His fingernails were black and his teeth even blacker. This was the horribleness of the virus. It rotted you from the inside. I heard they were making a cure but that was maybe four months ago so like fifteen years in apocalypse time.

"Alright gut sack." I snarled "You want some of Naomi." The primal side of me coming out. I had painted my face with black and brown paint so I hid better. It made me look like a zombie but that meant I could hide better. I also had a red line under each eye and a purple line underneath that one. Being an experienced zombie killer because you had to be I knew what I had to do. I was taunting him, trying to get his attention. I need him to move away from the book case so I could easily pike him. Stepping closer in a crouched position I snarled again.

The once human shrieked and ran toward me. I kicked him in the legs and watched it clumsily fall to the ground. Getting behind it, I slammed my knife in its head several times. I couldn't be to ensure one seemingly killed z would be the end of me, personal rule number 114.

Picking up my bag, I check outside. There was a badly torn zombie woman about fifty feet from my door. A fresh looking one that was ten feet to the left of her and the arms of about two more.

I took the coin from my pocket "Heads fight. tails Flight. Cheers." I said as I flipped it and caught it on the tails side. "Flight it is." I put my knife back in its place on my forearm.

Taking several deep breaths I kicked the door open and ran for it in the opposite direction of the new zombie. I didn't dare look back just in case I ran into a different zombie.

Taking left turns and right I navigated through this little town. Until got to the edge of it. I had a dirt bike waiting behind a bush and I quickly hopped on and took off. "Damn it" I cursed "I needed meds and food and I got neither. Come on Naomi!"

This was stupid. the world was running out of meds and ammo and good people. I just want it to be like before. When the sun shone and it wasn't like a gray scaled.

I saw a car on the side of the road and girl laying in it. She had blonde hair and wild look to her. Her clothes looked childish and oddly not blood stained.

Kneeling by her I inspected her face. It didn't have any dirt or grime on it and her hair looked to soft to be from the outside. she had a bag on her and I started look through it. Hey free anything is good now a days.

"Hold it right there." A second voice called and I felt the cold steal of a barrel of a pistol on the back of my head. "Give me any meds or ammo you have or I shoot your freaking head off."

The 'dead' girl got up quickly "I did good right Effy."

"You did great Panda." The second voice called.

"Sorry ladies I don't have any ammo." I said "I can use it anyway."

"Shut up." came a guys voice this time. He was tall and dark skinned.

"Freddie maybe we should let her go. I don't think we should mess with someone that looks like her. NOT that she looks bad its just she looks tough with the dirt arranged on her face like that. She looks like she could kill all of the puppies and kitties out there." A new voice stated.

"It's not dirt its paint" I say cutting the curly hair boy that appeared next to the tall boy.

"Paint where would you have gotten paint?" the weird girl asked.

"The same place I got these." I yelled throwing a powder bomb on the ground. It gave me enough time to make it to my bike and speed away from the weird little group of survivors. They called after me bike.

"No thank you." I said under my breath as I rode on. I didn't need to be robbed nor did I need to join any group I worked better alone. I was safer alone, rule number 22 of my personal rules.

I rode on for another hour or so. I was still musing about that stupid little group when I must have hit a rock and my bike flipped out. I rolled for a fair amount of ground and landed right next to a freaking zombie. I screamed as rotted teeth tore into my side. "Shit!" I cried and ran my handy drill bit in its eyes effectively ending its second life.

"For Fucks sake." I curse losing consciousness "I'm a fucking Zee."