'Beep! beep! beep! beep!'

His eyes opened and stared at the blinking alarm on his IFruit 9is. He groggily hit the snooze button and was going to ring again in 10 minutes. He lazily laid himself down to his bed and closed his lids, hoping to gain more sleep before he needed to get up.

After dozing off again, he heard the alarm blaring once more. He groaned and finally sat up on the bed, and stopped the beeping.

The man stared outside his window revealing the light blue skies and hills of San Andreas, the sun slightly rising over the hills. The apartment costed him 500 grand, but he never regretted buying the apartment, as long as he got move out of his old ratty one. He got off the bed and changed out of his comfy pajamas pants, and put on his black cargo pants. He changed his black tee and put his American Flag shirt on, and proceeded to the bathroom.

Another day, another job. Donavan thinks.

He opened the door and stared at himself in the mirror. His heavy stubble remained the same, but his black brown hair was still messy from last night, he grabbed some gel and a brush and did his hair into his usual style. Slicked back and his part sided. He gingerly brushed his teeth and added his deodorant, and headed his way to upstairs.

Donovan made his way up to his living room and went straight to the kitchen. He opened his pantry and reached for the cereal marked 'Cheeri-O's'. He prepared his breakfast and plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV. The channel displayed was the latest local news, Weazel News, and it had a surely interesting story.

"Today police shot and killed a 29 year old man named Jerry Stevenson in the street in Little Seoul After he attacked several civilians by biting and clawing them all over the body. When police arrived, they told him to stop and lay on the floor, but according to our sources, he refused and sprinted towards the police."

"Oh shit, that dude has balls." Donovan comments. His dark brown eyes were still glued to the reporter's mouth.

"Police apparently stunned him twice, but he still pursued. Police then opened fire with pistols, hitting thirteen times in the chest and limbs. Jerry still was running towards the shocked police, and then was shot in the forehead by a civilian carrying a legal gun."

Donovan says another comment while shoveling cereal in mouth. "Wow. People these days."

"Police suspect that Mr. Stevenson was high on bath salts, as a similar incident happened in Florida, before it was submerged by seawater from Global Climate Change. There is yet a report on his autopsy."

"Shit. Bath salts? Even Madrazzo doesn't do that shit." About an hour has past, but he was still looking at the grim pictures of the victims on the Weazel website, they looked like that they were in a zombie movie. The doorbell disturbed his thoughts and he turned off the TV. He got off his laptop and walked towards the door quietly and smoothly.

He reached the pot plant next to the door and took out the hidden SNS pistol. In his line of work, you'll never know what might happen.

He peaked through the door peephole and sighs in relief.

It's just her, He thinks.

"Don? Open the door, it's me." The voice yelling through the door was feminine, but a little annoyed.

"Alright, just wait," he replied, unlocking the door and opening the door, "By the way, you're looking beautiful today." He told her. He wasn't lying, she always looks beautiful, but this compliment sounded like he was trying to make up for something.

"Yeah, I know." The girl walked through the door and stared at him. The girl was none other than his longtime girlfriend and soon-to-be wife Bonnibel. She was wearing a simple white blouse that showed off her bust and black pants, with red converse. Her jet black hair was always a perfect long bob that cascaded to her pale chin. She had been his partner-in-crime ever since he moved to Los Santos, literally. They always did jobs together, and eventually, it led here.

She didn't live with him because in catholicism, you weren't suppose to live with your partner until you're married. That applied to both of them, but they still did other shit like sex and threesomes but living together? No go. Also the fact that she had an apartment that was way cooler than his, with an indoor pool and stuff.

Her gray eyes stared at his intently. He lost his train of thought.

"So... you're just gonna stare at me all day?"

"W-what? Sorry, I kinda just got lost in your eyes." Donovan told her.

"Damn, you sound like a bad romance novel." She chuckled and made her way to the table, sitting her overly-ample behind on the chair. "How was your morning, sweetie?"

"Oh, you know, snooze buttons and teeth cleansing." He made his way to his coffee maker and brewed some for him and Bonnie. "How was yours?" He inquired.

She took the mug and sniffed it deeply. "The usual, also snooze buttons and acne masks. But I got a call from my friend. Apparently some shit happened."

"What friend?" Donovan asked, a hint of suspicion in his deep voice.

"My hairdresser, Rhonda don't worry, i'm not cheating on you, she's like 50 and wrinkly so thats a no-go. So apparently some gu-"

"You're friends with your hairdresser?" He interrupted.

"Yes and shut up, let me finish," she responded and sipped some coffee, and Donovan just put his hands in the air, like he was surrendering. He sat himself in a chair

"Apparently some guy bit a girl that she just finished giving braids to. She said that once she got out the door she got tackled down and he started biting her, all over her body and neck and shit."

"Was this is in Little Seoul?" He asked.

"Actually, yeah. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Donovan realized it was that Jerry Stevenson dude, and his eyes widened and widened. "Hey, did you see the news this morning?" He questioned.

She shook her head. "No, why?"

"They just had a story like that an hour ago, lemme just get my laptop." He got up from his chair. He rushed over to his counter and opened it up, and brought it over to Bonnibel.

"Here, this page." She looked at the screen intently, before finally speaking.

"Man dies from having sex with a horse?" She looked at him with questioning.

"What the fuck? No, this one."

"Man attacks civilians while in a zombie-like trance from bath salts. Shot dead outside of Ammu-Nation. Holy shit! That's the shop that Rhonda works at! In the background!" She pointed at the small shop in corner of the picture, a small sign read "Rhonda's Hair Care" with apparently small and wrinkled Rhonda standing outside.

"Ew, you're right, she is old." He said to her.

"I know right? I mean if she was hot as fuck and young I would've invited her to our sexy times like the others but-"

"You're getting off topic." He told her.

"Hey, you got suspicious of Rhonda."

"Whatever, that doesn't matter, the point is that this could be some zombie apocalypse shit. We gotta get prepared." Donovan explained to his girlfriend.

"So you're saying buy food and water and shit?"

"Yes."

"And spend thousands and thousands of dollars on barricading ourselves?"

"Yup."

She looked at him with a copious amount of doubt. "He probably was just high, it even says here he was on bath salts." Bonnie stared at Donovan while he made a overly-dramatic reaction. "Just high? That's probably true, but we still need to prepare, because what if Ebola comes hmm?" She just looked at him with the why am I with this man look.

"You know what fine, call Lester, he usually knows this sh-"

At that second both of their phones just rung, and it was none other than Lester.

Donovan answered his and put it on speaker. Lesters voice came through, sounding worried and panicked.

"Uh hey guys, this is Lester, well it's a recording, I'm out buying supplies and stuff, but none the less I decided to call everybody. I'm just calling to tell that some Zombie apocalypse shit is gonna happen in like, a week. So be and get prepared my creepy, silent friends. Lester out. And, uh, P.S., if you're still alive, meet me at my place, but please bring the other creepy, silent criminals alright? Noone else. Bye." And with that, the call ended.

Bonnibel just looked at Donovan, completely shocked at the turn of events. While Donovan, happy as a clown, just smirked and laughed. "Guess I was right all along." He announced happily.

"The fucking end of days is coming and you're just happy that you're right?" She told him. Donovan, upon hearing the statement, realizing what this new founded scenario would end like. He finally spoke.

"Ah shit."

A/N: New day, new job, new story. This story I feel would be more suited to my writing skills as a humorous/serious type of thing. Unlike For you, I'll never leave, I have the basic plot and ending already set up, and it was intended to be serious, but i can't do serious yet. For this story ill just need some of your characters. I'll be using some canon characters, like Lamar and Lester, but everyone else is an OC.

This story, like in the description, is an OC story, and i'll need plenty of characters around about 13 characters. I'll will be adding some smut sooner or later in the story, so get excited for when it comes (lol). Anyways, here's the OC sheet. Send your OC through review or PM.

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You can send more than one OC btw. Also the timeline takes place about year after the main events of GTA V, so around late 2014/early 2015. Well that's it for now, see you in Sun-soaked Los Santos. BigBravo out.