Summary: If Caroline had to imagine who she would be stuck with in a zombie apocalypse, she never would have imagined it would have been the Mikaelson's. Klaus/Caroline, ExK, DxExS, RxM, JxB.

A.N. Hey guys! So I decided to try something new. I am a huge Klaroline fan, and I have seen some Damon/Caroline (which I also like) zombie stories, but never Klaus/Caroline! So I decided to write one. I'm not really that experienced when it comes to writing about zombies, so you guys will have to tell me how I'm doing, and if you want me to continue. Also, in my story, Kol is not dead, there is no cure or Silas, and Klaus never slept with Hayley.

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It all started one Friday night in March.

It was about eleven, and the residents of Mystic Falls were all at home, sleeping peacefully. Well, mostly sleeping. Some were doing other things, if you catch my drift. I, Caroline Forbes, was doing neither.

I had just returned home from my boyfriend (well, ex-boyfriend now) Tyler's house. I had broken up with him. We had sort of been drifting apart for a while, and finally, I decided to just go ahead and end it. I had been thinking all day about what to say, but I hadn't been able to find the right words. How was I supposed to tell him that while I loved him, I wasn't in love with him anymore?

I had always thought Tyler and I would be together forever, but I guess not. I imagined that once all of the excitement was over, we would leave Mystic Falls and travel the world. But now Tyler's obsessed with killing Klaus, and Elena's a vampire, and it looks like I won't be leaving Mystic Falls for a while.

Tyler had been pretty cool about it; we both knew it was coming. We both promised to stay friends, but I knew that it was going to be awkward for a while. After all, he had cheated on me with that were-slut, and I had sort-of-ish cheated on him with the guy that turned him into a hybrid. Well, I hadn't technically cheated because we weren't really together at the time, but I had still gone on a "date" with Klaus. Does it even count if he bribed me?

Moving on, I returned home to find a picture of me on my bed, from my favorite stalker. Wait, did I say favorite? I meant least favorite. I mean, sure, I didn't hate Klaus anymore, and we were sort of friends or whatever, but that did NOT mean that I enjoyed him watching me or drawing pictures of me, even if it was super romantic. Not at all.

Although, I had to admit, the picture was gorgeous. For someone who had done so many evil things and killed so many innocent people, he sure was a great artist. I remember at the ball when he had told me it was one of his "passions". I remember how he looked at me like I was a princess, like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. For someone so evil, he sure makes it hard to hate him.

But, he was still a large part of the reason Tyler and I had broken up, and I was still bitter over that (since it had happened, what, a half an hour ago?).

So, I picked up the picture, and, like any normal person would do at eleven o'clock at night, I drove to the Mikaelson Mansion to yell at the stupid hybrid.

He was, of course, awake, and opened the door before I could even put my hand down to knock.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" He asked smoothly, leaning against the doorframe.

He had probably been painting, as he had a tiny little smudge of yellow paint on his cheek. And no, I did not want to wipe it off. Not at all. Not even a little.

I glared at him for a minute, when I realized that I had been distracted into forgetting why I came. When he glanced down at the drawing in my hand with that stupid smirk of his, I remembered.

"Stop drawing me!" I said, keeping my glare steady on his eyes, and not the distracting smear of paint.

"Why? You don't like them, love?" He asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"No-well, yes, but, NO!" I internally face-palmed at my answer. "Just stop, ok! I have a…" I trailed off as I realized that I didn't have a boyfriend anymore.

"You have a…?" He prompted.

"Nothing!" I was sure that if I weren't a vampire, my cheeks would be bright red.

"Alright, love. If you say so." There it was again, that stupid smirk. I wish I could just smack it off his perfect face…oh god, I did NOT just think that! He was not perfect. Bad Caroline!

"Anyways," I quickly changed the subject. "Just take your stupid drawing back, and leave me alone." I shoved it at him, and turned to leave. Before I could even take a step his hand was around my wrist, turning me back to face him.

"Why don't you come inside for a bit, love? We can catch up." That smirk…GOD!

"Thanks," I began, thinking of a snarky comment. "But honestly, I'd rather…" I trailed off as suddenly his eyes went dark, and he tilted his head to the side a little, listening.

"What are you…" I said, but he cut me off by placing a hand over my mouth and shushing me. A warm hand. A warm hand that smelled very good…

"I hear something…" He murmured eyes to the distance.

I strained my ears, but the only noises I could hear were from inside the house. Probably his annoying sister. Although, I had to admit, she wasn't so bad. She sort of reminded me of myself.

"It sounds like….groaning…" He said curiously.

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And that, my dear friends, is how the zombie apocalypse began. Well, in Mystic Falls. For me, I guess. How I began the zombie apocalypse. Or, I mean…ok, you get the idea.

A.N. So that's the beginning! Tell me if you like it and if I should continue. Thanks!