AN: I have finally returned! Better than ever! I know there could be some questions. First let me say that none of the stories that you've already read by me will be completed if they are not and none of them will have sequels. I'm starting fresh! Second...I have improved on my writing skills! And Third, I'm sorry if you wished there would be a finished story you like or a sequel to one you wanted to see. But most of the time I'm writing to get ideas out of my head. And final...you can say whatever you want to me about how dissapointed you are or how unoriginal I am. I don't care. You have your opinion and I have mine.
Now I've just seen ZombieLand and I thought it would be cool if it went like this!
Disclaim: I don't own Bleach or ZombieLand!
The United States Of...
The girl sighed as she stopped outside a gas station, taking her gun with her as she headed for the bathroom. She reached for the handle but got a bad feeling in her gut. She took an uneasy step back and then another. The bathroom door banged open and a slobbering, bloody, dirty 'zombie' charged her.
"Shit!" She hissed and whipped around, short black hair temporarily blinding her as she headed back for her car. But another zombie, just as bloody and disgusting as the other ran out. She shot it in the shoulder and it stumbled. She took a run around the small lot. Remembering her first and possibly most important rule.
Cardio
She'd obeyed the third rule when she'd taken care to step away from the bathroom door.
Beware of bathrooms
She ran around to her car side again, but in her hurry she dropped her keys. She hissed another profanity and took another round around the lot, shoot one of the beasts again, but missing the head. She picked up her keys and noted the door was unlocked. She rolled her eyes. "Why me?" She mumbled and jumped inside, closing the door tight and locking it.
The two monsters beat on the glass as she started the car and drove away, tires screeching their distaste and leaving black tracked heated tears in their wake.
Just as she started to calm down one of the bastards popped up in the backseat. She shouted and cursed as she beat him away, trying not to get bitten. She growled and drove into a brick gift shop. The zombie flew past her through the glass. She sighed and was glad she remembered rule number four.
Seatbelt
The beast jumped up and snarled at her. She glared. "You little fuck!" She picked up her gun and angled it as the zombie got close enough for her to realize it was Asian. He reached for her as she aimed the gun between his eyes and pulled the trigger. His head flew back and he fell off the car. The girl sighed as she jumped out and went around to see him, he was still moving. She shot him again. And he fell limp.
She sighed as she remember another very important rule as the zombies brains poured our. Rule number two.
Double tap
Grunting, she left the car and found a gun shop a few blocks away. She whistled lightly, knowing from the hair standing on the back of her neck that something was there. She rolled her eyes when one ambled out, grunting, disgusting juices of a substance she didn't want to know the name of dripping from its stained black and red lips. "Come on you sick bastard." She dared as she took aim. He was quite heavy set. She cocked her gun and shot, his brains flying out and painting the glass window with red design.
She carefully walked inside, stepping careful over the broken glass and other objects. Not that she really needed to, that gunshot would have called any others out. But better safe then sorry. She took a hunting duffle bag and loaded it with hunting rifles and other double barrels. The double barrel was her favorite. It was loud and made a mess, just the way she liked it. These bastards had killed her brothers, she was fighting to survive and for revenge. She took a few steel bats as well. Deciding she had enough she loaded her gun and slung her new bag over her shoulder as she headed out.
"Who can pass up a free deal?" She asked mockingly to the dead corpse whose face was now missing. She chuckled and walked away, gun over shoulder.
She brushed her bangs from her face. It was another hot day in Tokyo she noted as she walked through a deserted highway, cars crashed and crumpled, metal limbs twisting around at odd angles. Her jacket tied around her waist, plain white shirt ruffled in the small breeze as she trudged along. She was glad she'd chosen a bag that had wheels and a handle, though she wasn't aware at the time. She remembered her seventeenth rule.
Travel light
She had never liked Tokyo. It was to busy and to crowded and to noisy. But since the world had taken a shit dive she found herself missing the noise and the people. She sighed as she continued walking, check the cars on either side. The highways to Tokyo were always packed.
She was headed to Russia. Where she hopped her family was still alive, what was left of it anyways. Her brothers had come with her to study at the university here. She and her parents were never close, but she loved her brothers. Two had died to let her get away. She didn't know why she wanted to go back home. It was possibly just a hope that they'd hold her and comfort her and just tell her once…that everything would be okay.
She huffed as she thought. "Nothing is okay." She mumbled to herself. But she still thought it would be nice to see a face that wasn't stained with blood and had some human organ in its teeth.
The low rumble of an engine caught her attention. She turned to see a black truck with what looked like a snow plow attacked to the front. She turned and looked around for a place to duck. She held her gun over her shoulder as she ducked behind a car, bag at her side. She cocked her gun and aimed as the truck barged through the wrecked sacks of metal and stopped fifteen feet away. She stood and watched the doors.
The door opened and a tall man stepped out. Short blonde hair stuck out from the edges of a white beanie, serious green eyes watched her, black sleeved arms stretched, fingers reaching for the gun handle that was tucked in its own holder against black skinny jeans.
He whipped out his gun as she took aim. They stood off for a moment before she nodded to him. "Room for a ride?" She asked quietly. He nodded towards his truck. They lowered their weapons and she grabbed her bag and headed for the passenger seat. "Thanks." She mumbled as she dropped her bag inside and hopped into the large vehicle. He nodded and climbed in after her. "No problem."
She eyed the backseat. He glanced at her. "What?" There was an exotic accent to his voice. Like he wasn't Japanese. She had a Russian lilt to her voice even though she'd been in Japan for three years. She shook her head. "Nothing." She spoke quietly as she remembered rule thirty one.
Check the back seat
He nodded and sat back. She noted the bottle of liquor. "You got a name?" She asked simply to make small talk. She never liked it but…again, now that most people had been eaten by…well…people. She longed for a little chat with someone other than a faceless zombie whose brains she'd just shot out.
"No names. Never get to personal. Your name is where you're from." He answered and looked at her questioningly. She did live in Russia most of her life, but her mother had told her she was born in Venice before they brought her back to the cold north. She shrugged. "Venice." He nodded and shifted in his seat. "Hawaii." He mumbled.
"You almost knocked over your liquor." She mumbled. He picked it up and poured her a shot, handing it to her. She took it and downed it, enjoying the burn and aftertaste. "Where you headed?" He asked as he took a gulp from the bottle. "Russia." She mumbled She knew it was a long way away…but it was something to go for. "You?" She shifted her gun and looked back at him. He smirked. "Hawaii."
She frowned. "How did you get caught up here?" He hummed. "Here on vacation. It was good for a while but then it got worse and I couldn't get home. So I'm planning on heading up through China, across Europe and into Spain to get back to America and back down to Hawaii." He explained. She raised a brow. "That'll take forever." She spoke quietly as she took another drink as he offered. He shrugged. "I always wanted to see the world." He mumbled.
She hoped he would help her as far as China. She smiled as she remembered the place. Her parents were from there, but they hated it so they left and traveled, her father making business everywhere to support them. Her parents had taken she and her brothers there to see her other relatives, but she too did not like it.
He capped the bottle and set it down, starting the truck. Venice buckled her seatbelt as they began to drive off. "You should buckle." She mumbled. Hawaii sighed. "You're gunna annoy me a lot aren't you?" He grunted as he smashed a car aside.
Venice wasn't one for teaming up since her brothers had died she was all alone and Hawaii was quite good at killing zombie, and took great joy in it. But she realized he had a slight problem, a very crazy one that became easy to spot.
Venice held her gun at her side as she and Hawaii stared at the truck in the ditch. "What's this?"
"What's it look like?" Hawaii asked sarcastically as they stared at the large red letters that spelled Hostess in Japanese.
"Where did you learn Japanese?" Venice glanced him over.
"Took a few crash courses. I know the gist of it." He answered and started down, glancing back at her. "You comin?"
"Yeah but uh…what are you looking for?" Venice asked cautiously.
"I want a snowball." He answered.
"Ah." She stepped back and stretched.
He chuckled. "You fuckin with me?"
She shook her head. "Nope. You might want to try it." She answered as she remembered rule eighteen.
Limber up
He cocked his head to the side. "You ever see a lion limber up before it catches a gazelle?"
"Yes I have." She answered easily having seen it first hand when she toured Africa.
He glared at her. "Whatever." He sighed and headed down. Venice followed closely with her gun over her shoulder. He gripped the handle and glanced back at her, she aimed and nodded and he pulled it open.
Several Twinkies spilled out as well as the smell of old rotting flesh. Hawaii and Venice covered their noses and Hawaii glared at the golden colored snacks. "Fuckin Twinkies!" He growled and stomped on the packages. Venice picked one up and tossed it aside. She didn't care for them either. "So what now?" She asked as she looked into the truck to see a decapitated driver. It didn't bother her. Hawaii grunted. "This snowball…definitely isn't over!" He turned and marched up the hill to the truck, Venice following.
Hawaii stood outside the restrooms by the truck practicing with his knife as Venice checked through the stalls. Rule number three blared in her mind as she opened each door with her gun barrel.
Beware of bathrooms
She decided it was safe and went back to the first stall. Venice found many things odd, and the death of her brothers left her mostly cold. She didn't like being alone with children, they clung to her. She didn't like clowns or people in large animals outfits, they made her feel out of sorts. No, what Venice feared more than anything even more than zombies…were cats. Large, feral, big fanged, sharp clawed jungle beasts. She's seen them tear a gazelle's head off with hardly a problem and tear the guts from a full grown man. Yes…Venice was terrified of jungle cats.
Women oddly enough reminded her of jungle cats. They dug their claws into you and begged for something. She'd hated it when she realized she was attracted to women. She didn't know why. If it was their likeness to cats…maybe a fear could make your attraction soar? She didn't know. But she hadn't fought it.
She didn't like human interaction though. If there was one thing Venice was good at it was avoiding people.
Back at the University, her brothers off in their own dorms, her possibly third week inside…away from others. Soda, tea, water…all a fingers grasp away. Any kind of food she had a nag for just an arms stretch. She'd lost all care as she watched movies on end.
She'd just gotten out of the shower and tugged on a shirt as a banging came to her door, and cries for help sounded with it. The voice sounded familiar. Venice never opened her door to the sounds of panic, but as the person called out who they were she stepped forward and opened the door to her neighbor. She was very attractive. Venice wasn't shallow by any means. But if the person really needed help it should at least be a boost if they look good.
The brown haired girl whipped around and hugged Venice tight. She cried her thank you's into the black haired teen's shoulder.
Venice listened as the girl whose name she didn't know told her of how she'd run for her life from a crazed homeless man who had tried to bite her.
The girl had cuddled up to Venice and mumbled goodnight.
When Venice woke the next morning she found the girl not there and had a bleary moment of stillness before someone thudded down beside her. Venice had looked to see the girl she'd let in last night…that crisp clean girl covered in blood and dirt.
"Umm…you okay?" Venice asked quietly as she slowly edged away. The girl stood with her and snarled. "Guess that's a no." Venice sighed and darted away as the girl began to chase her.
She repeated the fact that this wasn't really happening over and over but the fact that it was glared her in the face light high beams on a fast approaching semi ready to crush a poor lost animal. She picked up a butcher knife and threw it at her attacker, it sunk into the flesh and a spurt of red came with it. Venice had only caught the shoulder. She ran for the bathroom as the girl chased her.
She panicked, not knowing what to do. She spotted the toilet lid. It was heavy and hard. "Perfect." She whispered and quickly scrambled to grab it. She lifted it quickly and swung hard as the mess of a girl ran toward her. She heard a nasty snap and the girl dropped. Venice didn't want to take a chance so she smacked her hard again with a lid before dropping it and backing away to take a breath.
"Holy shit." She mumbled as she swallowed down the bile in her throat.
That had been Venice's first touch with virus of the century. It had been everything she didn't want to be, slightly intimate with a nasty bang at the end.
Venice and Hawaii rode in almost decent conversation. Venice didn't want to talk about what he wanted to talk about. She groaned as they came across a woman eating what was most likely her husband or some kind of relative, as there was only one car. Hawaii chuckled. "What's funny about that?" Venice asked in disgust as she picked up her gun and sat in the window. She cocked her gun, aimed, and fired. The woman's head snapped back and she fell over.
Hawaii smirked. "Zombie killer of the week eh?" He as she climbed back in.
"How can you laugh at sights like that?" Venice asked as she set her gun down.
Hawaii sighed. "Look I can promise you…whatever you're looking for back home is not gunna be as pretty as that." He pointed to the couple, the woman started to get back up. Hawaii began to drive again but opened his door and slammed it into the zombies face, laughing softly as he closed the door. "Gotta enjoy the little things." He grinned at her.
Venice took out her list of rules. She wondered if she should write it down but decided he was right and scribbled it down.
"Could you be any more obsessed with a snowball?" Venice asked as she loaded her gun and followed Hawaii to the back of the truck as she tucked one of the steel bats against her side.
"No I could not. But see…what you don't get is that in that store is possibly one of the last boxes of snowballs." He spoke as he tucked a large pair of shears into the back of his pants and picked up a banjo and a bat with spikes at the end.
Venice smirked. "You are a dangerous man."
He chuckled and nodded as he strapped on his banjo. "And don't you forget it." He nodded for her to follow as they walked into the store.
Venice had to admit the man was quite brilliant. She stood back and watched as he struck a few cords. A fat slobbering one struggled down the aisle. Venice took her bat and ran past Hawaii who stared and grinned at the fat bastard. "What a lovely shade of red you've got there!" She growled and swung hard up with the bat. His head snapped to the side, leaving nasty trails of blood to paint the cereal boxes on the shelf.
Venice watched as it fell, she brought her bat up and hit him two more times in the back of the head. Hawaii stepped up beside her. "Nice work." He chuckled. She nodded. "Thanks."
Another zombie ran out at them, almost just as fat. Venice tossed her gun to Hawaii and stood like a batter at home base, ready to hit a home run. She swung across her middle and up, catching it right under the jaw. She heard it's teeth smack together and saw blood fly. The zombie fell flat on its back and Venice brought her bat down hard, crushing it's face.
Hawaii chuckled and led the way down the rest of the aisle, Venice following slow, her bat ready to hit. A very large and tall farm boy type waddled out to them. It's head twisted like it had water on the brain…and basically it did. This zombie virus was like a case of rabies that went from bad to worse. Hawaii handed Venice back her gun and took out the shears. "Come on big guy." He grinned and waited as the large one grabbed at him. He opened the shears and jabbed up, slicing open the throat. He closed them and the head fell back, hanging limp on a small sliver of bone and skin.
"These guys really let themselves go." Venice observed. Every one of them had been a little fatty. She wondered if they'd been fat before the change or if they'd gotten fat from to much human flesh and organs in their bellies.
Hawaii hummed as he picked up a bag of chips. Venice grabbed a soda. "Maybe we should just keep going." She suggested, knowing he'd shoot down the idea.
"Not until I find some goddamned snowballs!" Hawaii howled as he crunched the chips in his hands. "Where are you goddamn it!" He cried and began to tear through shelves.
Venice sighed and rolled her eyes, she cocked her gun and aimed when something caught her attention. She lowered it when she saw it was just a girl, or…well developed teen. She had an odd shade of violet hair, Venice assumed she dyed it. She wore black skinny jeans and biker boots with a slightly large orange and black jacket.
A thought of taking this girl home to meet the folks brandished itself across her mind, but she crushed it and dusted it away. She didn't even know her and already there were these stupid thoughts? Pathetic.
"Please help." She mumbled.