Disclaimer: I do not own the movie Zombieland or the cities of Tallahassee, Little Rock, Wichita, Columbus, or St. Louis. Nor do I own the big black truck mentioned in my story. The only thing within this story that I own is the plot and the character of St. Louis.

I just saw the movie Zombieland and it is the best movie in the world! I LOVE IT!!!!! If you haven't seen it yet then you're living an incomplete life and you must see it A.S.A.P!!!!!! Hope you like my story!!!!

St. Louis ran screaming down the street. A mob of bloody and hungry zombies chasing her. She could hear the squishing of the few with broken ankles or limbs within the group, but mainly just the grumbling and groaning of blood-thirsty zombies. She screamed again, and prayed silently to some god or deity or anything mightier than her to help her get out of this mess.

As she ran down the street, she thought back to just a few weeks earlier, before patient 0 ate that mad cow infested burger. She had always been paranoid. She had stolen a whole arson of weapons before she was 13, preparing for the zombie-apocalypse, or any apocalypse really. She hid them all in the attic, where her parents had no hope of finding them. She started storing up the food like a squirrel before winter, and she was the one people tried to rob when the plague hit. But no one ever actually stole anything. While her parents slept at night, she would go out and practice with her guns. By the time the zombies came, she was very good at it.

Sarah stumbled, but kept her balance this time. She wished she had her gun, but she dropped it when the hungry bastards surprise attacked her. The horde of crazy re-animated bodies behind her was growing, and she was getting tired. She tripped. The ground came up to meet her and she quickly spun around onto her butt and tried to scoot away. They were only 2 feet away when a big black truck ran right over the front of the group. The door swung open and hit one of the survivors in the head, breaking it's neck. She heard what sounded like a cowboy laughing.

The car came to a stop and out jumped Carmen Electra carrying an AK-47, followed by Nick from Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. He was carrying and double-barrel shotgun. A little 12 year-old got out and joined the gun show with a revolver. Finally the cowboy she had heard laughing earlier jumped out and began to beat the crap out of a zombie with a banjo. She jumped up and, ignoring the pain in her arms and legs, opened the back door of the car and grabbed the biggest gun she could carry. She ran to the other side and began shooting with them. The cowboy was now using a weed-whacker, and she was impressed by how many zombies he was killing with it.

The cowboy killed the last zombie with a loud, 'YYYEEEEEHHHHHAAAWWWW!', and threw the weed-whacker to the ground. He looked up, breathing hard, and pointed at her, "Who are you?"

"Ummm....St. Louis." He nodded.

"Tallahassee, this here is Wichita," He said pointing to the older girl, "Little Rock," the little kid, "and Columbus." She smiled and waved at them all.

"Oh. Ummm, I guess this is yours." She said handing him the borrowed gun.

"Here I'll take that." Columbus said. He took the gun and put it in the back seat.

"So, where you headed?" Wichita asked.

"North. I heard it's better up there." Tallahassee, shook his head.

"Well up North heard that it's better down South. And East heard that it's better West and blah blah blah." He took a swig of some alcohol, and then offered her some, which she accepted.

"I guess I'm just hoping." She shrugged and passed the bottle to Columbus who had returned. He took a sip, choked, and passed it to Wichita.

"It's what we're all doing." Wichita smiled and took a drink.

"You guys mind if I hang with you? At least for a little while?" she smiled nervously.

"Sure, hop in." Tallahassee said, resting his gun on his shoulder.

"Thanks." She was surprised at how quickly they trusted her, but seeing there were more zombies coming from every direction, it wasn't very hard to guess why. She jumped in the back seat along with Columbus and Tallahassee. Wichita got in the passenger's seat, and Little Rock got in the driver's seat, which kinda scared St. Louis at first. After a few minutes however, it became apparent that she could drive pretty well.

"How many times have you driven?" She asked, leaning forward. She didn't want to tap her on the shoulder for fear she might distract her.

"This is my second time." She said, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Second time?!?!?!" She screeched, her voice sliding up an octave. She slid back into her seat and buckled her seat belt with shaky fingers. They hit a few zombies, clearing a path through the mob. Tallahassee laughed and rolled down the window and began shooting them away from the car.

"Don't worry, I've only crashed a few times." Her eyes opened even wider, and grabbed onto the arm closest to her.

Little Rock looked back and rolled her eyes, "I'm just kidding."

St. Louis relaxed a little, enough to let go of Columbus's arm and apologize for almost breaking it, "Sorry. I...I didn't mean to....ummm...yeah. Sorry." She noticed Wichita looking at her strangely. She looked at her, confused. Wichita looked away, and then shook her head, like she was trying to clear her mind. They got onto the highway, and there were no more zombies, which relaxed her even more.

Columbus said it was no problem, but it was obvious his arm hurt. She thought over the strange look Wichita gave her before pushing the thought out of her mind.

"So, what brings you to the parking lot of Pacific Playland?" Tallahassee asked her. Now that the zombies were gone the questioning would begin.

"Well, I saw the rides turn on and I came over. I knew zombies couldn't turn the rides on so it had to be a live human." She shrugged and continued, "I thought it would be nice to see some one else who wasn't trying to eat me."

Columbus seemed appeased by this answer, but Tallahassee still didn't seem to like her very much. She stuck her tongue out at him when he looked away, and then flipped him off.

St. Louis looked out the window, and Columbus, Tallahassee and Wichita began talking. She tuned them out until the started talking about their personal awesome zombie kill experience, or 'Zombie Kill of the Week'. She began listening at that point. Columbus started talking about Sister Cynthia Nickerbocker and a piano. She thought it over a few seconds before an idea popped into her head. But before she could think it over very much she was distracted.

They began to pull off the highway, and she looked up and began to ask why, but she then noticed that the tank was almost on empty. They pulled into a Gas n' Gulp, which she highly distrusted. The first zombie had eaten a bad burger at a Gas n' Gulp and now the entire world was a horror film.

Tallahassee jumped out and began to beat the crap out of a zombie with a garden tool of some kind. You know the ones you use when you're trying to break up the ground to plant stuff, that type of garden tool. She made a promise then and there to never get on his bad side.

She jumped out and grabbed a gun. She quietly walked inside the gas station. Columbus close behind her and Wichita close behind him. She had a feeling going in quietly wasn't exactly Tallahassee's style, so she decided it would be best if she didn't tell him and just let him and Little Rock stay outside and defend the truck. She quietly whispered to them to split up. She went solo towards the freezers while they headed to the cash register. She peeked down every aisle and, seeing only body parts but no bodies, assumed it was safe to stand. She stood up slowly, and was just beginning to stretch when she heard a gargling sound. She slowly turned around, and there was the cashier, or at least what was left of him. She stood frozen for a second before survival kicked in and she ran for it. Not because she was scared, she was very aware of the loaded gun in her hand, but because she wanted zombie kill of the week.

She head for the freezer. He followed after her, spitting up blood like a baby spitting up food. She stopped at the very last freezer section and turned and waited for him. Once he was 1 foot away she opened the glass door. He slammed into it and you could hear the crack as his head split open. She grabbed a can of anti freeze on the shelf next to her, shook it up, and shoved it down the still hungry fatty's throat. He aimed for her hand but missed. She was surprised he ate the whole thing in one bite, she was just hoping he would get it stuck in his throat.

She ran away, he followed, and when she was right in front of the cashier desk where Columbus and Wichita were, she turned and shot him in the stomach, hitting the swallowed bottle of antifreeze. She jumped over the counter and pulled them down with her. The cashier exploded, like he had eaten a lit bomb.

Tallahassee ran inside, and looked around at all of the pieces of zombie on the various walls. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" he said as he looked around in awe.

"The Land of the Lost." She said and shrugged. St. Louis stood up along with Columbus, who reached down to help Wichita up, asking her if she was okay. "So.....Zombie kill of the week?"

So, how'd I do. P.S. I love the movie The Land of the Lost too. I'm open to suggestions and new characters as well. Plus, I don't know exactly where this story is going, so it might just end suddenly. Unless..........you reviewers and writers out there on fanfiction can give me some plot ideas. I'm having writer's block.

So, review please! And see Zombieland! BYE!

Rachie-girl~