Hiya, so this is my first fanfic... EVAR! I love writing so I thought I'd take a chance at it. Anyways... Read and review. I'd really like to know how people feel about this story. Constructive criticism is, of course, welcome. :) Enjoy!

Summary: Everything in the world was normal... y'know, until a seemingly harmless virus called the 'Green Flu' passes through. Then, BAM! All hell breaks loose. I was pretty skeptical at first. Well, that is until I faced things that I only thought was in movies. Zombies. So, what's the most logical thing to do? Scream, obviously. Then again, maybe that wasn't such a great idea.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything... only my OC Annie.

Run. That's what my last week entailed. Even now it's just constant running. I'm sure you're curious as to why… well I'll tell you. Zombies. Yeah, sounds ridiculous, right? WRONG! It's happening. At first it was just something small; insignificant. The Green Flu. Then, Bam! Zombies. I was in complete hysteria at first. I mean, zombies!? Come on… sounds like some cheesy horror movie. Rotting flesh, incoherent grunts, torn clothing - the whole nine yards… except, of course, it wasn't a movie. These creatures were, and still are, vile and dangerous. (No-brainer, duh.)

So, what's the first thing I did? Scream… obviously a horrible idea. Apparently, noise attracts the zombies… oops? But hey! It's not as if someone wrote a survival guide for the zombie apocalypse. Now that I think about it… that'd be a pretty good idea. Anyways, after I screamed my heart out there was a moment of silence… then zombies. Instinct and adrenaline kicked in and I ran. Call me Forrest 'cause I ran and ran… and ran. I'm not sure how long I was on the run but I eventually escaped them. I just stood in the middle of a road for a couple of minutes catching my breath and it just truly hit me. I was in a zombie apocalypse.

The second thing I did was focus on calming myself down. I mean, sure… zombies and whatnot, but I had to get my head in the game. After a few deep breaths I started working on what I would do. Hmm… let's think for a minute. What's the main thing a person should do in case of a zombie apocalypse? Supplies! Bingo. I looked around the area I was in for any sign of useful stores… and by stores, I meant houses. Hey, I'm not a criminal or anything, but this was an emergency. Besides, I managed to find myself in a neighborhood where everybody frantically left at the first signs of zombies. Surprisingly there were none in this area, but I was careful anyways. I went through a few houses and found some pretty useful stuff: a backpack, clothing ('cause what kind of girl doesn't like 'new' clothes?), canned and boxed foods, a small crank radio, a map, and a handgun. Awesome.

After acquiring the items I took notice of how late it was. The sun was just starting to set and that meant bad news. Now, I didn't know the ups and downs of zombies but it was common sense that night equals bad. It's a good thing I was already in an empty house, too. So, I went around locking doors and windows, closing blinds and such. Mmm, home sweet home. Pfft, yeah right. Now that everything was as secure as it was gonna get, I decided to settle down in a spacey closet. I know… why a closet? Why not a bed, couch… anything? Well, I figured a closet would hide me much better than anything else. Come on, you gotta admit it's pretty logical… well at least it sounded like it. With that, I laid a pillow and blanket down, made sure I had my gun close by, and went into a light sleep.

CRASH! BANG!

I jerked awake… goodness, doesn't anyone know it's not polite to wake someone from their sleep?... wait.

Thump...thump… thump.

Crap. And like that, all the memories from the day before came rushing like an angry river. Zombies… ZOMBIES! Well, if I wasn't scared shitless before, I sure was now. I quickly sat up and took my gun in hand. Someone, or something, was in this house.

THUMP. THUMP.

You know, now that I think about it I probably should've crept out of the closet. I mean, I was practically in the most perfect position to be cornered… well, not practically. I was cornered. I was scared and panicked. My heart was going at a fast pace… honestly, I thought it was gonna explode. You would be freaked out too if you heard footsteps five feet from your position. I contemplated playing dead or something, but my 'logical' side decided to stand up, quickly open the closet door that was acting as my only barrier, and point my gun at whatever was in the room.

Bright light. That was all I registered at first. Instinctively I quickly raised my arms to shield my eyes. Big mistake. Honestly, who lets their guard down with the knowledge that there are zombies! I'll tell you who!... me.

"Agh! What the hell!," I exclaimed. Again, I wasn't really thinking about the current situation.

"Well, I'll be damned. Zoey, Francis, Louis!," a gruff-sounding voice called.

At this point all disorientation and sleep left and was quickly replaced with shock and relief. Once the light was out of my eyes I saw a man. There was no sickly green looking flesh or blisters. This guy was normal. Correction! Old man. He was wearing an olive green jacket with a dirty white shirt underneath, gray cargo pants, black boots, and a green beret atop his head. He looked intimidating, especially with a rifle in hand but I could have fallen to my knees and kissed his dirty boots at that point. I didn't, of course… but I could have. A few seconds later and I was, once again, assaulted by bright lights in my face. Does no one around here know that hurts! Ugh!

"What happened, old man?"

"Is everything alright!?"

"What's going on-"

"Keep it down will you!," the old man harshly whispered, "I found another survivor."

Right then, everyone turned to me. Obviously they would look my way. I was the only one that wasn't a part of their little group. I still caught a bit of stage fright… yes, i'll admit, I am a little shy. I'm pretty sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights. But, whoa! Living, breathing people. Then someone just has to break the moment and point a gun at my head.

"How do we know she's immune from the infection?," someone said.

I looked over to see an African-American guy with the previously mentioned gun in his hand. He was wearing a messed up suit. Though, you know, with the apocalypse and all it's understandable.

"Hey, hey! I'm immune, er… whatever. Please j-just don't hurt me!," I cried. I'd like to say that I didn't break down and cry in front of these strangers… but then I'd be lying.

"Put your gun down Louis," a girl said to the guy that I know is named 'Louis', "Hey, it's okay. We're gonna help you.," she said to me. I looked at her through my tear-filled eyes and I put my total trust in her. You can't blame me… I felt more comfortable around my own gender.

"My name is Zoey. What's yours?," she said.

It took me a minute to calm my sobs before I replied.

"Annie… Annie Parks."