A/N: This is my very first fanfic, so I'm sorry if it's not the best. I've been reading Pitch Perfect fanfic for over a year, and decided to write my own. It might be a little risky to start with a multi-chapter story, but screw it. I will happily take constructive criticism: my goal is to produce quality stories for y'all to read. I know the whole zombie AU is a little overdone, but I wanted to be able to produce chapters frequently for my first story. I have another story I'm developing, but I'm not sure if it's ready yet. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
"If we don't find food soon, you're going to have to worry about me eating your face off rather than the walkers."
Beca glanced to the girl on her right and sighed. That girl would be Stacie Conrad, basically who every other girl wanted to be, even Beca, but she would never admit that. Stacie is a very attractive brunette with legs that traveled longer than the road they were on, and had a figure even the Kardashians would be jealous of, if they were still alive, which Beca highly doubted. "I don't know what to tell you Legs. We haven't even seen a building of any kind in the past two days," Beca replied in a bored tone.
"I know, I know, but that also means we haven't eaten in nearly two days, and what did I say about calling me that?" Stacie huffed. She knows her complaining isn't helping their situation, but she's just been overly aggravated recently.
"Would you prefer Shitbird?" Beca questioned.
Stacie laughed and slapped Beca lightly on her arm. "I honestly would. It's way better than Legs."
Beca stole another glance at the brunette and smirked. "Shitbird it is."
They fell into a comfortable silence for a while listening to the soothing hum of the road beneath the tires. They found this old sports car a while ago, and it was surprisingly still in good shape. It was orange with two thin, white stripes streaking down the middle of the car. This has been their home for the past couple months, stopping at abandoned towns and rest stops to siphon gas and gather the necessary materials to survive.
Beca's inner debate about how they were going to get food was interrupted when she saw a train car in the middle of the road. "Do you think this is a setup?" Stacie asked, grabbing her pistol just in case. She had never seen something like this before. Sure people would put up barriers using cars and trucks, but a train? Absolutely not.
"No, I don't think so. Let's check it out. We might be able to gather some supplies," Beca suggested. They were in a drastic need for something... anything. They were low on water and had recently consumed the last of their food.
Beca looked at Stacie. "Remember in and out."
Stacie returned her gaze and smirked. "I know how to have sex Beca," Stacie joked.
Beca parked the car and turned it off. The girls hopped out of the car, guns ready. They looked into the cab of the train car, but saw nothing useful. They walked around the large obstacle to be met with a beautiful sight. "Do you see what I see?" Stacie asked.
"Uh huh," Beca mindlessly replied as she stared at the small building. It seemed to be a rundown train station, and has obviously been abandoned for a while based off the amount of moss covering it. They headed toward the building to see yet another train car parallel to the building. The two brunettes nodded at each other and split up to search the premises for any walkers or people. Neither girls knew what was more dangerous these days. They rendezvoused at the entrance of the train station, after confirming that it was in fact abandoned. Stacie reached to turn the door handle, but the door didn't budge. Luckily for them, they had a crowbar stored in the trunk of their muscle car. Beca returned a minute later with said crowbar in hand. She easily broke open the door and instantly spotted two walkers.
"Wow... it's so sad, yet so romantic," Stacie said as she took in the scene in front of her. The two walkers were tied to separate chairs, their hands bound together, and a bottle of poison on the floor surrounding them. The walkers struggled to reach the intruders, not budging the rope tied around them, tightly connecting them to their respective chair.
As Stacie stared at the two agitated undead, Beca noticed a metal door leading to a backroom. "Hey, Stace. There's a room back here but I won't be able to pry this door." Beca turned around and saw the mischievous look in Stacie's eyes. "What?"
Stacie pointed to Beca's right and the girl followed her gaze, both now looking at the small window meant for ticket sales and mail transfer. The idea was instantly shut down however when Beca furiously nodded her head. "No way! I am not crawling through that hole."
"Come on, you're small enough to fit," Stacie quipped.
"Well sorry I don't want to risk either getting stuck, or becoming walker beef jerky, or both." The short brunette deadpanned.
"Stop being so dramatic and look for a way inside," Stacie groaned. She and Beca further inspected the room until she spotted something. A key. A key that undoubtedly opened the entrance to the backroom. A key that was also attached to a necklace that one of the walkers was wearing. She made her way across the room to the walkers and saw a note lying at the feet of the monsters. She read it aloud, "Please leave us alone. This is what we wanted."
Beca looked over and saw the solution to their problem. "Well "they" aren't themselves anymore, so sucks to suck." She grabbed her combat knife from its sheath placed on her hip. She swiftly stuck the blade into the first walker's head and quickly repeated the action with the next one.
"And Beca Mitchell has literally killed romanticism ladies and gentlemen," Stacie voiced aloud, earning herself a glare from the aforementioned woman.
"It was either them or our hope in getting supplies," Beca claimed as she ripped the necklace of the walker and unlocked the metal door. It was a decent sized room filled with empty food cans, trash, and placed in the middle of the room was a queen sized mattress. They scavenged what they could find, which was a single can of baked beans and a few round of ammunition for Stacie's pistol.
Frustrated, Stacie sighed loudly and sat on the mattress. That's when they heard it. A loud creak. They both exchanged looks, puzzled at what made the sound. The two girls worked together to move the mattress, and revealed a trapdoor. "Bingo!" Stacie claimed excitedly. Before Beca could stop her, Stacie reached for the handle and pulled the door back, uncovering masses of jarred and canned food. Stacie squealed in joy, and Beca stepped closer to get a better look, but what she saw was unexpected.
"It's rigged!" Beca yelled as she saw the grenade roll into view, jumping at Stacie, pushing both of them clear of the blast. There was a ringing in Beca's ears as she stood and helped Stacie up. "You okay?" Beca asked. The other girl could only nod, for she was still in shock. "Okay good, we gotta move. The explosion is going to draw a whole hoard here." This thought was to be confirmed as Beca looked through the front window of the building. There was already dozens emerging from the forest. How they got there so fast, she would never know.
They burst through the door of the train station and sprinted toward their car. As Stacie only had enough bullets to fill half the magazine, both girls decided to utilize their knives at the encroaching walkers. There were only a few in their path, so it was easy to eliminate the threats and clear the path toward their target.
Beca jumped into the driver's seat as Stacie rounded the car to enter through the passenger door. The stress getting the best of her, Beca fumbled with the keys as the horde of walkers approached the car and desperately tried to reach the girls.
"Come on Beca! We need to go!" Stacie yelled, fear creeping it's way into her.
"I know! I'm tryi-"
Beca was interrupted as the window of the driver's side was shattered and a walker reached inside, attempting to grab Beca. Not having enough time to grab her knife, Beca stabbed the walker through the eye with the car keys, effectively making it stumble backwards, and in front of the car. Stacie, thinking fast, released the emergency brake causing the car to roll forward. The car continued until it crashed into a nearby tree, trapping the walker with the key sticking out of its eye between the car and tree.
"Stacie, put your long ass arms to use and grab the keys! I'll fend off the walkers somehow." Stacie nodded and kicked the front windshield of the car until it broke. She then reached forward, tugging the keys from the zombie's eye and putting them in the ignition. Just as the car started, a loud crash was heard as a walker broke through into the back seat. Stacie easily stabbed it in the top of the head as Beca began to rapidly reverse.
"Becs, just in case we don't make it through this, I-"
"We're making it out Stace."
"Just in case, I love you."
"I love you too."
The girls lurched forward as they crashed into a group of zombies behind them. Beca put the gear in drive and began to floor it when another walker reached inside the driver side window. Beca pushed against it's head as it tried its best to reach the small girl. Stacie immediately reached for her pistol, knowing Beca wouldn't be able to keep the walker at bay for much longer. Stacie aimed for the zombie's head ready to shoot, but the bumpy earth made it hard.
Stacie glanced out of the corner of her eye to see they were heading straight for a steep ditch. "Becs, watch out!" Stacie screamed, but it was too late. The car flew right into the ditch, colliding head on with a large boulder.
And then it was black.
Beca struggled to stay conscious. She knew if she passed out, she would most likely become a walker meal. As she looked around, she realized she was suspended upside down by her seat belt. She noticed something was missing, but that thought left her mind as she faded back into unconsciousness.
Stacie. Beca's eyes shot open and looked to her right, confirming that Stacie was the object missing. Beca hurriedly undid her seat belt, falling to the roof. Beca groaned as she felt pain shoot up the arm she landed on.
A low growl made itself present as a walker stood outside the passenger door, Beca's only form of escape seeing how there was a tree blocking the exit from her window. Beca backed toward her window with all her effort, scared for her life. Scared for Stacie's life.
Then there was a thud, and the walker hit the ground. She saw an arrow sticking from its head. She figured that's what killed it.
And then she saw her. An unconscious Stacie lying about twenty feet away. She must have crawled from the car and passed out. Beca used all her might to make her way to her best friend, but it wasn't enough.
The last thing Beca saw before she fell unconscious yet again was a person picking up Stacie and walking away.
