This is a Beatles/Led Zeppelin Zombie story.
It takes place in 1969, when Led Zeppelin I and II were released, and right before The Beatles broke up.
I know they didn't use The Starship until 1973, don't nag me.
Disclaimer: The only character I own is June
I walked down the streets of Liverpool, with a gun in hand. I looked for survivors, and there weren't very many, except four men on the side of the road. I walked up to them. "Hello?" Right away one of them turns around and I reconize him, Paul McCartney. "I'm June, and don't worry. I'm not a zombie." "Nice to meet you June! I'm Paul and this is my band." "Yes I know! You guys rock!" I could see the grief in Paul and John's eyes, their wives have died. George and Ringo however, knew Pattie and Maureen were out there somewhere. "Will you come with me?" I ask. "Of course! You're the only survivor we've seen in days!" George says. So I led them to my pink hippie van, and show them my guns and food supply. "We have to go to the airport guys." I tell them. "We need to go somewhere else, somewhere less populated." "Why?" They asked in unison. "It's England!" I went into the front seat, closed the windows, and checked the back seat. And we drove off to London's airport.
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We got to the airport quickly, and saw a couple planes there. One was a private jet, I ran to it. The Beatles shortly followed. I banged on the door. "Come on in!" a familiar voice calls. We go inside and see another one of my favorite bands inside, Led Zeppelin. "Is there room for my van in the back?" "Yeah, come on!" Jimmy walks with me to my van, and we drive it towards The Starship, the plane. Jimmy unlocks the back door of the plane, and there's their band equipment and the perfect spot for my van. We look for a spare ramp to drive my van. "Don't hit Bonzo's drums! He'll kill you!" I laugh at Jimmy's joke. "I'm serious!" So I carefully avoid the band equipment and park my car. I jump out of the plane and Jimmy shuts the door, but puts in gasoline in first. He's smarter than you think, trust me. Then we walk back into the plane, only to find Bonzo and Ringo, talking about drummer nonsense. "Where's the rest of 'em?" I ask. "Oh! Paul and Robert went to get some more gasoline, don't worry June they're armed." "What about John, Jonesy and George?" "Spare tools." We wait for a while and the rest of the group comes back "Who knows how to fly this thing?" Jonesy asked. "I do!" I volunteer. "Of course she does, she do anything." Jimmy says, I could tell he had a little crush on me. "Who wants to help me? Not you Jimmy, I know you want to."
"I do!" Jimmy shouts immediately "John?" Jonesy, John, and Bonzo jump out of their seats "John Lennon!" "Why can't I help you?" Jimmy gives me the puppy dog eyes. "Just cause." "Please let him" Paul yells, with the puppy dog eyes. He's the master. "Fine! Cmon Jimmy!" He follows me into the pilot's room. "Sit over there. I'll tell you what to do." He does what I tell him, "Now what?" "Just be a little patinent, put on your seat belt." "We'll be taking off soon!" I shout into the microphone, letting the others know. I could hear a small amount of cheering. I put my hands on the steering wheel, that plane was strange.. And I took off into the sky, with the best bands of all time.