A/N: I need something to take my mind off of things, so why not a story? Enjoy!

WARNING: Hey. It's a story about killing zombies and surviving. There's gonna be violence and whole bunch of swearing. Don't like, don't read. Simple. For those who adore it (I love you), enjoy the story!

The Fallen Ones

~Prologue~

Gumball let out a content sigh, arms hooked around Rabbit, who was cuddling into his chest. His head rested atop hers, right hand sliding up her back and tangling in her short hair, a smile spreading across his face.

"Morning, shorty," he whispered once he saw the girl's eyes start to open. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm," she groaned softly, looking up into his golden eyes, which seem to glow with pure happiness. "What time is it?"

"Don't know, don't care," he replied, gently placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "We're gonna go meet Birth, Chiro, and Javez at the Asylum tonight, and it's still morning. Who gives a fuck what time it is?"

She just giggled a bit, gently slapping his chest and wriggling out of bed.

"We can't hibernate, G," she told him, stumbling out of their room and leaving the blue-haired male to whine. "That's not healthy!"

"But I like sleeping!" he called after her, finally sitting up. "And I like holding you, dammit! Get back in this bed!"

"You don't have complete control over me, G!" He sighed, throwing off the covers and slowly getting out of bed. He slowly pulled on his shorts, yawning as he did so. He was going to get her back for leaving.

When he got into the kitchen, Rabbit was at the counter, a sandwich in front of her nearly finished. He smiled, walking up behind the girl and wrapping his arms around, head resting on her shoulder.

"That for me, babe?" he asked, feeling her twitch in surprise.

"Bullshit," she giggled, the smile dropping from his face. "You want something, you gotta make it yourself."

"So mean~," he whined, nuzzling his face into her neck. She giggled a bit more, gently pushing him away and taking the sandwich.

"You'll get used to it!" He rolled his eyes, following her to the couch. No, he wasn't going to make his own. He knew Rabbit would share, anyways.

Three minutes later, and Rabbit was giving into her boyfriend's plea. Wanting it to end, she gave him half, pouting slightly. He thanked her, happily eating. She expected something good to happen later, which he promised her. Knowing Gumball, they were probably going to be chased by enforcers afterward.

"You know I love you, shorty," the blue-haired male spoke softly, wrapping his arms around the girl once they finished their food, pulling her onto his lap.

"Yeah, I know," She smiled, pecking his lips so quick he thought it didn't even happen. This caused him to whine.

"Rabbit~" He hid his face in her neck, hearing her squeal slightly. "That's not fair!"

"Life's not fair!"

"Don't you dare act like Birth!"

"Don't tell me what to do."

Before she knew it, Rabbit was laying on the couch, Gumball hovering over her, smiling like a madman. He leaned down, lips connecting with hers so perfectly like all of the times before. Such a familiar taste and feel, the G-King could never get enough. Kissing his girl was amazing, but spending time with her was even better. Connection, bonding, just the two of them together, it was always exhilarating.

"God, I fucking love you," Gumball spoke once they broke apart, his smile so wide it seemed to hurt his cheeks.

"Love you, too, G," Rabbit replied softly, cheeks practically painted red.

.-'XXX'-.

The bitter wind seemed to backhand Gumball as he walked down the street, even his hoodie not being able to protect him. He shivered, walking around the asylum, ACT44 in hand. His golden eyes scanned every inch.

"Gumball! C'mon, man! I don't think anything's out here anymore!" Birth's voice was what caught his attention. With one more glance around, he followed his friend back into the old building.

"Four fuckin' months," he snarled, looking at the remaining G-Kings. Chiro, Javez, Rabbit, Kolima, and Harmon. "And we've lost most of the Gs."

"We have to get over it," Birth sighed, sitting around the small fire with the others. "We can't stop life just because they're gone."

"They would want us to move on, anyways," Kolima chimed in softly. Gumball frowned, sitting next to Rabbit and wrapping an arm around her.

"This is all just fucked up," he sighed, looking into the flames. "These things don't belong here. Only in movies and video games!"

"They're here now," Chiro spoke, his voice soft and hoarse. "Nothing we can do except protect each other."

"We just have to be smart and stay hidden," Harmon told them, looking out towards the open window which lacked any glass. "Stay stocked up on ammo and look out for one another."

They all agreed, though Rabbit had been worried about people other than them. Three enforcers, and seven other people from a different gang. Well, to be honest, only three. The other four weren't too much of her concern. But the other three? God, she worried about them so much. Even the enforcers. She knew she couldn't sneak away to see them, though. Gumball was always by her side, along with Birth, and sometimes even Harmon. The only thing she had to communicate with them was their phones. And sometimes, that wouldn't even work. She just thanked God that Byron, one of her friends in the other gang, was able to keep on power. Of course, no one used too many lights at night. They didn't want to attract those things that lurked in every corner.

The asylum was actually split up into three sections. The enforcers, Devil Dog, LaRocha and Shadow, had the top floor. The three were always patrolling up there, often making sure nothing got into their little domain. The second floor belonged to the Blood Roses, the seven other people who rarely talked to the G-Kings. They just lived life, surviving on whatever smarts they had, and what little food they had left. And the last floor, which was a bit scary at times in Rabbit's opinion, belonged to the G-Kings. In all, there were seventeen survivors. And these seventeen stayed in their own gangs, not wanting anything to do with the others.

Darkness. Everyone was asleep, except for Devil Dog, Seung, and Birth. The red-eyed G-King watched his friends sleep. They were all huddled together, a couple layers of blankets over them. Gumball was at the end, holding Rabbit close to him, who also had Harmon right by her, Chiro behind Harmon, Javez next to him, and Kolima being the one to end their line. He sighed quietly. Arlon, Bonita, Terri, Veronika Lee, Shift, Zombie, Grayson. They were all gone. The only that remained were these six. All of the other G-Kings were dead.

"Sweet dreams, you guys," he whispered, looking back out into the quiet world. "Let's hope one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream."