Summary: AU. The Croatoan virus has taken hold of the world, and as the Winchesters and their friends fight the ever growing horde, but then they meet a girl on the road to Kansas who may have ways to cure the virus. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Lana Sherwood.

A/N: Zombie!Apocalypse OC fic with eventual romances and pairings. I hope you enjoy this and I'd love to know what you think.

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The Answer to Our Prayers

-One-

The sun was hot as it beat down on Lana, her honey blonde hair now messy, dirty and flat hanging over her shoulders as she walked. Her guns were strapped to her body with her ammo, a machine gun in her hands with spare ammo in the pocket of her black combats. Her white tank top was stained with blood and dust, dirt and sand, her face dotted with bruises and cuts from when she'd had to take a dive to the concrete. She was battered, worn and tired, but she had to keep moving. She had to keep fighting for the honour of her family.

She body glistened with sweat, blue eyes scanning the landscape as she made her way down a lonely, abandoned road, cars left on the road with broken windows and tattered interiors. Her nose wrinkled as the stench of rotting flesh filled her nostrils, and she tightened her grip on the machine gun, ready to attack anything that came her way.

Her brogues clicked slightly against the concrete, breath increased a little with the concern that she had was in a perfect place for an ambush of croats. In her unease, she began to play Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day over in her head, keeping focussed on her surroundings.

The breeze was calming as it swept over her body, her aching limbs grateful for cool release. She kept her duffel bag over her shoulder, her eyes trained on everything around her. She had to expect the unexpected at all times, and she knew that the world had gone to ruin around her. Her whole life she'd had everything planned out, but now...now everything had been taken away from her. She had no hope of getting what she'd wanted out of life and that hurt.

That hurt more than she had ever imagined.

Bobby sighed as Crowley continued to complain, the former demon showing no signs of shutting up any time soon. When the virus had been let loose, Crowley, Castiel and Gabriel had all become human, meaning that everyone had to watch each other's backs from now on.

Dean, Sam, Gabriel and Castiel drove ahead in that familiar black Chevrolet Impala, all of them heading through Kansas before going back to Bobby's. They'd driven up to New York to see if there was any sign of Sarah Blake who Sam had been desperately trying to contact. Crowley had shot her dead in an instant when they discovered she'd been bitten, which Sam still hadn't forgiven him for.

Ellen, Jo and Ash drove in the truck behind Bobby's, the older hunter signalling for them to go in front.

"Why?" Crowley asked, "Why are we stuck at the back of the damn convoy?"

"Because I want to keep an eye on Ellen." Bobby began, clearing his throat, "And Jo and Ash."

"Right." Crowley said, grabbing the car radio, "Zepplin, when are we stopping for food? I'm starving."

"Next mall we find is the next place we raid, Britannia." Came Dean's voice, Crowley scowling at the name.

"Don't call me Britannia." He spat, "You remember the name we talked about."

"Right, 'cause we're really gonna sit and call you Awesome Motherfucker whenever we wanna talk to you over a radio." Dean replied.

"Dean, it's the end of the world!" Crowley replied, "Grant me one fucking wish at least."

"Over and out, Britannia."

Crowley slammed the radio back in it's holder and growled, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"I'm gonna kill him."

"Shut up, y'idjit." Bobby spat, "Don't need this now, not while I'm driving."

Bobby wished he hadn't been paired with the stupid demon. He'd done nothing but bug him before the virus came and he was pissing him off even more now.

Up front, Dean and Sam spotted a young woman walking down the middle of the highway, weapons strapped to her body as a bag was slung over her shoulder. She looked tired and weak, and suddenly her body sagged and she collapsed to her knees in the middle of the road.

"BREAK!" Dean screamed into the radio, everyone doing so before climbing out of the car with guns in hand, circling the girl and pointing them at her head.

"Don't shoot me..." She breathed, "I'm not infected..."

"How do we know?" Dean asked.

"Strip me and check if you don't believe me." She said, Dean sighing and signalling for the others to lower their weapons.

"You okay?" He asked, kneeling before her and noticing she wasn't focussing, "Hey."

He clicked his fingers and tapped her face, encouraging her to look at him.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked, checking her for any signs of bites.

"About a week and a half ago..." She replied, the others biting their lips.

"Last drink you had?" Dean asked, the girl holding up an empty water canteen.

"Three days ago."

Dean nodded to the others, Jo and Ellen going to help her up.

"What's your name?" He asked, taking in the dog tag that was around her neck.

It read:

Lana Sherwood: Harmony

"Okay...Lana..." He began, "Would you like to come with us?"

"No..." She replied, "No, thank you...I have to fight alone..."

"You're in no state to, you stupid, ungrateful bitch!" Jo spat, Ellen smacking her arm.

"Jo Harvelle, you hold your tongue." She bit.

"But, Mom!"

"No!" Ellen growled, taking Lana by the arm, "Sweetie, you're not fit to go and fight alone, okay? Please...we're going somewhere safe. We can get you food and drink at the next mall we find, alright? We're going on a raid..."

Lana looked up hazily at Ellen and nodded.

"Thank you..." She breathed, Ellen smiling in response before whispering to Bobby.

"Perhaps she'd better travel with you."

"What?" Bobby replied pointing to Crowley with his thumb, "With him in the truck? You must be joking...we'll take Sam and Gabriel and she can ride with Dean and Cas..."

The group discussed the plans, all the time Lana biting her lip and rubbing her wrists, pulling on her fingers. Ellen introduced her to the group and explained the driving arrangements, Dean stepping forward and holding his arm out.

"C'mon, Lana." Dean said softly, Lana linking his arm and pressing into his side which earned them a glare from Jo as he helped Lana into the car.

Lana blinked tiredly and sniffled as she curled up a little on the seat, resting her weapons on her duffel bag and sighing before looking out of the window and watching the world go by. She knew the dangers of going along with large groups of people so suddenly, but if they were gonna do anything to her, she was prepared for it.

She always had been.

-TBC-

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