A/N: ...Okay so I have literally no idea where this came from, but I dreamed it up and wouldn't go away, (I blame the energy drinks, seriously.) Anyway, this is different from what I normally do, it's a zombie fic and hopefully a multi chapter story, guess we'll see how it goes :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or its characters, only my plot.
Not long after the end. Only a few of us were left, everyone else…
They were gone.
Or worse.
Hypnotised and helpless. They turned in days.
Others took a bit longer, but they got it just as bad.
Guess we were lucky.
Or just more prepared.
Now, we just keep each other close.
And look out for one another.
~Ax~
'We need some more supplies; we're running low on rations.'
'Ok, I'll be back soon anyway, I can pick something up.'
'Sure you don't want to wait for some help?'
'I'll be fine.'
'Okay, good luck xx'
The leather clad person locked their phone, sliding it back into on of their many pockets. They lent forwards and twisted the handle on the black bike below them, a lucky find indeed. It revved to life and soon the person was speeding down the deserted high street, weaving in and out between abandoned cars which had been left in disarray. Blood layered the ground, along with random objects and even a few severed limbs.
After driving down the horrendous city streets the rider pulled up outside a smashed supermarket. They stood up off of the bike and took out the keys, sliding them into their pocket. They reached for the side of the bike, un sheathing a long blade from next to the saddle, the person gripped it tightly, pulling out a pistol and a small knife also just in case, slipping the knife into their leather boot and the gun into a holster on their hip. Finally they started to walk into the supermarket.
The first part they headed for was the food section, casually ignoring the blood puddles on the floor as they walked. The person started to pile as many cans as they could into their bag, zipping it shut when done. The person glanced up at the signs hovering over the isles, smirking when one said 'Electrical Devices'. They took a quick glance around and made their way to said isle.
The person grinned from behind their tinted out helmet, zeroing in on some mobile chargers. They sauntered over and plucked them off of the rack and stuffed them into their bag.
Just when they were about to leave, another item caught their eye.
David Guetta's 'Nothing But The Beat' was sat comfortably on the shelf, practically begging them to take it.
The person tilted their head in thought, then shrugged and took it off of the shelf, stuffing it into their rucksack as well.
Then they heard it.
The person sighed and stood up, dropping their bag on the floor and holding their blade in a relaxed, yet solid grip.
Suddenly, down the end of the isle, a large, bloody creature ran into view. It snapped its eyes up, sniffing quickly, and then let out an in human wail, spinning its whole body to sprint very, very, quickly towards the single human.
This person ducked under its wild swing and impaled its back with the blade. The creature wailed again, undoubtedly calling for help.
Because these guys were never alone.
Always hunting in hordes.
The person span back around and hit the back of the creature's neck with enough force and practise to knock it off in one clean sweep.
Well, they say clean, more like a bloody red fountain of flesh and tendons.
Then two more appeared at separate ends of the isle, thankfully much smaller than the other one. Well, normal human size anyway.
They ran rabidly down the isle, the leather clad person huffed and rolled their eyes, taking a step back last minute so the two ran into themselves. One seemed to die on impact, yet the other moaned, like they normally do, and scrambled to its feet.
Deciding to be more imaginative, the person picked up a 'Wet Floor' sign, testing its weight a little in their hands before nodding satisfactorily.
Before the zombie could even stand up properly the person swung and smacked it across the head, doing so twice again until its head was thoroughly smashed in.
The one on the floor seemed to twitch, not taking any chances, having seen how fast and deadly these creatures could be, the person pulled out their gun, quickly shooting the downed creature between the eyes.
Taking on look at the mess around them, and taking a quick photo on their phone for reasons even they did not know, the person left the store with noticeable swagger in their steps.
When the reached their bike they sheathed their blade and put the key into the ignition, revving the engine and making a quick note to stock up on fuel. Then they were off, weaving in and out through the buildings and cars until they made it back to their sanctuary for the time being.
Their safe house.
~Ax~
They pulled up on the bike onto the driveway of a boarded up suburban house. Then they picked themselves up from it and started to push the bike over to the garage, sidestepping the crawler moaning and dragging itself on the ground, bringing the metal door up and leaving the bike leaning on its stand.
The person walked out of the garage, closing the door as quietly as possible, which wasn't saying much, behind them. They then strutted over to the front porch, quickly stomping twice on the creature's head before carrying on to the door.
They pushed it open, taking in the house which they would have to be leaving soon, a fact which saddened the leather clad person. Living in a house seemed to make things seem more… normal.
They dropped their bag in the hallway, closing the door behind them and making their way into the living room.
And there lying asleep on the couch was a red haired woman.
The person grinned and tip toed over to the ginger, kneeling down and sweeping a lock of fiery hair away from her closed eyes.
The person shuffled a little despite the person's gentle touch, slowly waking up. Their eyes fluttered open and locked onto the figure kneeling besides her. She smiled in relief and trapped the person in a tight hug, burying her head in their shoulder.
"Thank God you're okay…" she mumbled into their neck, the person brought their own arms up to encase her in a hug, despite the awkwardness the tinted helmet provided.
"I always am Chlo." They mumbled, Chloe leaned back and slapped their shoulder gently.
"Don't you dare jinx in Becs." She glared, pointing an accusing finger at the other girl. Beca stood up with her arms up in a surrender pose, bringing them down a little to pull off her helmet and hold it under her arm, shaking her dark hair around her head to try and get rid of the helmet hair.
"Yes dear." She smirked, laughing and jumping back to avoid the red head's swipe at her exposed head.
"I'm serious! We've already lost so much…"
The grin slowly slid off of her face and she perched herself next to Chloe who was now gently sobbing into her hands on the couch. Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe's shoulders and reclined backwards, bringing the red head to lie on her front as she ran her fingers through her hair and whispered soothing words in her ear, allowing the girl to wrap her arms around her neck once again, and cry onto her chest.
This happened for a good while until Chloe slowly sat up, looking away from Beca's concerned gaze and moving it to the bag which sat just in the doorway.
"So what did you manage to find?" she sniffed, walking over to grab the rucksack and unzipping it as she entered the kitchen area.
Beca sighed and rubbed her eyes, re opening them and placing a smirk on her face and trailing after the red head.
"Oh, just this and that…" she leant against the door, her smirk widening when Chloe stopped opening the bag and turned to give her a suspicious look.
"Beca… what did you do?"
Beca shrugged, laughing when Chloe had opened the bag and squealed with glee, the David Guetta CD held tightly in her hands.
"No way did you find this!" Chloe squealed again, launching herself at Beca and giving her a hug around the shoulders with a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"I figured we could use some fun, we've not really done something fun in a long time."
Chloe nodded and picked up the rucksack, grabbing Beca's hand and pulling her along with her to the living room. She dropped the, satisfyingly heavy, bag of supplies onto the floor and shoved Beca gently onto the couch. She tore the wrapper off of the CD and flicked on the CD player, flicking through the choices until Titanium quietlycame on. Chloe started to sway gently to the familiar song and brought her hands over her head.
"I wonder how the electricity still works, and the phone lines at that…" she mumbled more to herself, yet Beca still answered, managing to speak through her suddenly dry mouth when Chloe's shirt rose up to show tanned skin.
"Probably a Dead Worker or something…"
Dead workers were Zombies that had been infected whilst at work, for some unknown reason they would stay where they were and continue to do their human job, as it was their last memory, they did it upon instinct. The only time they left was to hunt.
"And what was it you said earlier? About not having fun…" Chloe slowly turned around, and made her way over to the lust frozen brunet, straddling her lap seductively,"…what's say we turn that around?"
~Ax~
The next morning came to Beca when sunlight dared to peek through a small gap in the wooden boards covering the window, directly into her eyes.
She groaned and buried her face in the flowing red besides her, inhaling the lingering apple sent from Chloe's last shower.
"We should go you know." She mumbled, Chloe hummed softy and rolled over to face the shorter girl.
"How do you always know when I'm awake?"
"Well that's simple… I'm a Ninja."
Chloe snorted and sat up, starting to pull her clothes on. Beca sighed and started to do the same.
Soon both girls had packed up their supplies and now were leaning over a map on the kitchen table.
"So where do you want to head next? Apparently Colorado is lovely this time of year, or we could head to Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon…"
When Chloe didn't reply Beca glanced at her in the corner of her eye with a small frown.
"Chlo?"
"I want to go here."
She pointed to a certain part of the map and Beca had to lean in further to read the name of where she wanted to go.
Atlanta.
"Chlo, why do you want to go back there?"
"Do you really have to ask?"
"Chloe, we don't even know if they are alive, let alone still in Barden."
"I don't care; I want to go back there and try to find them. And then, if they are… dead, at least I can go on knowing that they aren't lost out there looking for help."
Chloe grit her teeth and willed the tears to go away, Beca saw this, and her heart just about broke. She hated seeing Chloe upset.
"But I want to keep you safe Chlo. You are all I care about. You and your safety."
Then Chloe faced her with large, pleading, tearful eyes.
"Please Beca."
Beca sighed; she knew it was helpless to change her mind. She looked down to the map, the name Atlanta seemed to mock her.
She could hurt the one she loved by going there, or hurt her by not going there.
But with one look in those eyes, when sky blue met dark ocean blue, she knew what she would do.
She had known the very second Chloe had pointed to it on the map. So with a small huff, she started to fold up the map.
"Atlanta it is then."
A/N: So what do you think? Continue? Please leave a review :L
(P.S: I have no idea if a Dead Worker exists or whatever, I just kinda made it up :J )