sorry for all the jumping around. Rated M for some smut way later on and guy on guy. so WARNING: dont like any of that, please don't read it. Also, we don't own the Avengers, blah blah blah, and pardon us for the OOC. this is just for fun so, yeah. carry on.

Chapter one: ;) bring on the Stacey

I drive slowly through the cute town searching for any available parking space. I scan the small shops and adorable couples walking hand in hand down the street. Finally after a long while, I find a parking space fairly close to the outside movie shoot. I turn off the engine and sit in the cool car before getting out into the blistering summer heat. I check myself in the mirror once before finally exiting my cute Volkswagen bug.

After locking my car and dropping a few quarters into the parking meter, I begin to walk slowly down the crowded street. It's unusual to see so many people in this town on such a hot and sunny day. Groups of teenage girls litter the sidewalks wearing flashy skimpy outfits. They giggle and try to capture pictures of the movie shoot. Most came here to have a chance to see the very famously hot Jeremy Brown and his new action movie that's in the climax of filming.

I squeeze in a spot, quite curious to see the famous Jeremy in person myself. He stands several yards away, lounging against a tree and sipping on water, his shirt drenched with sweat. His brown hair is spiked and his blue eyes look incredibly tired. He glances towards my direction, sending the nearby teenage girls in ear splitting screams. Our eyes lock for a second before he turns, completely turning his back to me.

As his director begins to walk towards him, I feel my pocket vibrate. Grabbing my phone I sigh, I have eleven missed calls from my mom. I call her back, not wanting her to worry for too long. She answers on the first ring.

"Tracey, Sweetie? Are you okay? Are they there yet?" she asks frantically into the phone.

"Mom, I'm fine. Calm down, what are you talking about?" I turn around and begin to walk towards the entrance of an alley, where there is less noise.

"The eaters, haven't you heard about it? They're everywhere, they just began to pop out of nowhere! Honey, get to a safe place fast. Hurry, before it's too late. Don't come back to the house. Your brother and Dad are already dead. Oh God honey, they ate them- they"

"What the hell mom! Are you drunk? You need to calm the freak down! What do you mean they're dead! You shouldn't joke about that, mom. That's horrible."

Suddenly there's a crash in the background, sending my mother into hysterical screams.

Then the line goes dead.

"Mom?! Mom?!" I scream into the phone. I press redial over and over but get nothing. I then call the police, but I only receive a busy tone. I stare back at my phone in shock.

What the hell is going on? I throw the piece of junk to the ground in frustration. I have to get to get home. Just when I turn around to race to my car I'm jerked into motion. I stumble on uneven ground as I'm forced to run. A strong grip is on my upper arm, pulling me. The man attached to that hand is Jeremy Brown.

"Car?! Do you have a car?!" He yells not looking back at me.

I looked around. Chaos surrounds us. Dark gruesome blood covers everything. The teenage girls, so alive just moments ago, are disfigured and lying disemboweled on the sidewalk. People are bent over the girls pulling them apart and eating their organs. Screams come from all directions. Zombie like people chases anything moving and right now that's us.

"Yes, it's the white beetle." I say now fully sprinting towards the car. I pant, my heart beating fast. I pass people attacking others, tearing into their bodies. They let out screams asking for help, but I continue to run, scared for my life.

Jeremy keeps his hand wrapped around my arm. I jerk it free and pull out the keys from my pocket. I press the button to unlock the car and run until I get to the driver side door. I open it fast and dive into the car. Once I have the door closed, I relax a little. Suddenly, the people begin banging on the windows making me scream. Their eyes are glazed over, unseeing. Blood mixed with saliva drip from their mouths.

"Hurry switch places with me!" demands Jeremy from the passenger seat.

I jump again, "Why are you in my car?! What is going on?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Switch places with me! Let me drive."

I debate this for a moment too long. Impatient, Jeremy pulls me roughly into his lap and slides from under me into the driver's seat. He jams the keys into the ignition and starts the engine. He quickly puts it into drive and presses down on the gas. Bodies fly off the car and some fall under it. I shiver as the car goes over them.

I grip my seat as he swerves around bodies and abandoned cars. Fire erupts from buildings causing some of the vombified people to walk aimlessly around, fire covering their bodies, not even noticing.

"How did this happen?" I whisper, "Everything was fine just a second ago."

"Everything just turned to hell." He says glancing at me, "You just stood there looking at your phone. I saved your ass you know that right?"

"Why didn't you run and leave me?"

He smirks, "I needed a ride."

"I need to go home. My mom she's hurt! She said that my brother and dad were dead. That can't be true, right? She must have seen it differently or she's drunk.. I live in Clayton."

He keeps driving out of the chaotic town in the opposite direction to my home.

"Um, yeah my house is the other way.." I say pointing behind us.

"There is no reason to go there."

"What do you mean? My mom needs help! I can't leave her! Turn around!" I start frantically pounding on his arm. He doesn't flinch.

"They're dead. She even said so herself. She's most likely dead now too. There isn't a point to go there and check. They're probably in the same shape those girls were in back there. You shouldn't see that."

I stop hitting him and my arms slowly drop to my lap. They're dead? That can't be… What he said makes sense, but ….What am I going to do if it's true?

It's silent for several minutes. We go over a hill and mountains become visible, "Where are you taking me?"

"I have a house in a remote location. I think what happened at the city is happening everywhere. The safest thing to do right now would be to go there and hide out for a couple of days. Until everything settles down a bit."

"What-what about me?"

"You can stay there for a couple of days until you figure out where you can go."

What? What will I do? What's going on? What's going on?! I begin to hyperventilate.

"Calm down, everything will be fine. What's your name, kid?"

I look over at him, trying to control my breathing, "I'm Stacey, Stacey Rollen. You're Jeremy Brown right?"

He laughs, "No, that's not my real name. I'm actually Clint Barton."