Disclaimer/AN: I own nothing from the Zombieland franchise except my OC. I really hope you like it and please take a minute to review, I am open to any suggestion. I´m not a native English speaker so let me know about any grammar or spelling mistake.

This is just the intro but trust me, I´m trying my best to make this one last. Bear with me.


Her life was complicated, to say the least. And to be fair, it wasn't just because of the zombies. She'd been a waitress/singer for 5 months at a popular 80's/90's bar in Mexico City always hoping to find that one chance at acting. Once she found it, a small chance really, she signed her death sentence. She wasn't dead yet, or a zombie but she knew that wouldn't take too long.

She now found herself somewhere in a foreign country and, even worse, with a 5 year old boy who she'd been looking after for the past 8 months. Somewhere she couldn't name around California, a red Honda Civic parked at the side of the highway was where they currently spent the night. Amaya always took the driver's seat and slept at a 135 degree angle. Just enough to be confortable and keep her alert at the same time. Buck, or baby chango as she called him, always took the back seat along with the only blanket they had. There would always be Twinkie wrappings around the car floor that fell from his grasp after finishing them and falling asleep.

To be fair and square Amaya didn't mind. Little Buck reminded her of her beloved 7 year old nephew Ismael back in Mexico City. Being 8 years younger that her only sister came along with being a cool, spoiling aunt. She was always the one to take him to themed parks or make family reunions less boring for him. With his pale, innocent face and his black curly-wild hair it only took a happy glance from his dark brown eyes to make her smile in the worst of days. He wasn't a spoiled brat but being Amaya's only nephew had its advantages.

Ismael... That thought brought tears to her eyes, and for just a moment she glanced back to a sleeping Buck. She considered taking him back to Mexico where all her family was, but if the good ol' US army couldn't protect its own country from chaos, what made her think the Armada Mexicana could? Plus, there was nothing for her there. Her sister Laura and little Ismael happened to be in Mexico City when it was declared a complete loss.

No, on this side of the border they had a chance to make it. Even looking for Buck's dad seemed like a better idea than going back to Mexico. They'd left Florida since there were no evacuation planes to save their asses, for a more familiar state. Now that they were here with no help around, ideas for keeping her sane were running out.

"We've got to get food, and fast." She thought, just as her belly growled. Most of the food they found went straight to Buck, and by the time they crossed from Texas to New Mexico, her ribs could be seen from a football field away. Amaya noticed Buck had lost some weight and she'd be damned if she let him die like Ismael. Raising this boy was going to be the death of her someday.

"Tomorrow morning, first hour of daylight. There's a gas station two miles away from here, that I remember. There's got to be something there." She kept in mind as she drifted to sleep.

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