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Chapter 1

Ariana Grande was at her concert when it happened. Could it be another shooting, or bombing? She saw from onstage people running in a panic. Her bodyguards, who protected her as always, immediately drag her off stage, but just before they do, She's able to see she a man biting another man, and watches horrified as he rips the flesh from the victim's neck. She would never be able to unsee the blood.

They end up seeking refuge backstage. Ariana is in tears. Her bodyguards check the perimeter of her dressing room. Screams could be heard from the outside. Ariana sat there in silent tears. "D-Do you…" she swallowed a breath. "Do you guys think everyone's okay?" She asked in a small voice. There were three body guards in the room with her. The head bodyguard is silent. It was Greg who looks to the others, then at the pop star. He clears his throat before he speaks.

"Yeah, I mean, Probably only the one guy that was injured...I'm sure the cops already got the guy that assaulted him." He said, referring to the guy who bit one of her fans in the audience. Ariana nodded a bit. If that was the case, why did the screaming continue…? She wondered to herself. Another guy speaks up. It's Jack the head bodyguard this time.

"That guy was probably on bath salts, or some shit, remember that guy in Miami, back in what, 2012? Bit that other guy's face off." Ariana shuddered lightly. She remembered that incident, she first heard about it on the set of Victorious, her co stars talking about it, it was just awful.

"Yeah, I remember that! That's probably what happened!" Greg said in agreement, the quiet one just nodded. The third body guard was relatively new, she wasn't as close with him as the others, but he was good at his job, nonetheless.

When there was a thud against her dressing room door, the brunette jumped at the sound of please outside the door.

"Please! Please help!" A shill scream followed. "Help us!" Ariana put her hand over her mouth, her dark brown eyes looked to her bodyguards.

"We have to help them!" She jumped up from her chair, and Jack put a hand on her shoulder, "Oh no you don't. You're Ariana fucking Grande, It's our job to not let anything happen to you." Greg nods in agreement. Jack continues. "If we open that door, anything could happen to you, someone could have a gun, a bomb even, we just don't know." He explained, the pop star opened her glossed lips to object. "I don't care if it's a fan, your closest fuckin' buddy, or the god damn President, our job is to protect you and only you and that's what we're gonna do." He said, the other two nodded, and sat in front of the door. She crossed her arms and pouted. She knew she wasn't gonna win in an argument against her head of security. She never did. He had been her body guard for years, he was a bit of a worry wart though. Guilt settled in her stomach when she thought of who could be on the other side of the door, that begged for help, and she did nothing.

Twenty minutes passed, and Ariana still had no wifi connection, Data either, which was rather concerning. Suddenly a panicked voice came out from the walkie talkies.

"Get her out of here!" Ariana's eyebrows furrowed at the warning. Greg and the other body guard looked up at Jack as he raised the walkie to his lips.

"Who is this?" He asked, and a few minutes passed before they got an answer.

"They're dead. They're all dead." The celebrity's mouth dropped open in shock. "It's the end of the fucking world, man!" The voice shouted. "Get her somewhere safe I-" Then there was a blood curdling scream, and then silence.

Jack attached his walkie talkie on his belt, then motioned the guys to get up, then turned to his client. "Let's get you home." She nodded, and grabbed her phone, which still didn't seem to be working at all. Greg put his jacket that has "SECURITY" printed across the back on her, since she was still in her outfit from her concert, and it would be rather cold outside, or so they thought. When they made it outside, there were buildings on fire here and there, the sky was an orange color, covered in smoke. They stood there with their mouths agape for a minute, until Jack snapped his fingers at the three of them.

"Let's get her out of here, NOW!" he shouted at them, and the two security guards grabbed her by each arm and lead her to their hummer. They threw her into the back seat, Greg sat next to her, The quiet one in shot gun, and Jack drove. They pulled out of the place, herds of people chased after the Hummer, normally, they would think it was just some crazed fans, but no. These were not some preteen girls wanting a selfie with the pop star, these were people of all kind...They looked sickly, and almost animalistic on their movements. The pieces started to fit together, a guy biting someone, sickly looking people, the streets literally did look like the end of the world- If she was in LA, then MAYBE it was some sort of elaborate celebrity prank, but no. She was in Virginia. There was absolutely no way this was a prank. That was when it dawned on her.

It really was the end of the world.

The first few weeks of the apocalypse, The three men and the pop star stuck around their tour bus, and waited. They waited for the news, they waited for their phones to get signals till their phones died. They waited for Ariana's manager to come out of nowhere, and say "Hey, this was all just an elaborate prank." But none of that happened.

Skip forward to nearly a year later, They lost Greg on a run to look for food, after that, they found their own small safe haven near the woods. Jack figured, less people in the woods would mean less zombies. Not only that, while their tour bus was luxurious, it eventually found itself out of gas, but it would make a good shelter for the three of them.

Ariana woke up to the feeling of being shaken awake. "Ari, wake up." The familiar sound of Jack's voice.

"Hmm…?" She said sleepily, then sat up in her cozy little bunk that she had gotten use to, it was much different than her luxurious bed at home back in LA, she missed the luxuries of the old world dearly.

"You need to get up." He glanced nervously at the bus door. "Our camp has been found." He said, as the pop star's eyebrows furrowed. She slid out of her bunk and slipped on her shoes quickly and threw her hair up in her signature ponytail.

"What do you mean found." Jack looked her over as he headed to the bus door, before he explained, she had never seen him look so nervous before, not even when Greg died.

"A group found us, there's too many of them, Robert and I can't take them." he said, his hand gripped the door handle tightly. "They wanted all members of our group, So I came to get you, I debated saying that Rob and I were the only ones in the group, but they threatened to kill any group members we tried to hide." He looked at her sadly, then went out the door, and she followed, slipping her faded bubble gum pink hoodie on.

When they got out, the two were greeted with a large group of fellow survivors, and Robert down on his knees before them, guns pointed at him. Ariana's eyes were wide at the sight, she was happy to see other people, but not to see guns pointed at one of the men in her group and or former security guard.

At first, the group is just as stunned as she is, for most of them recognized her as famous singer/actress Ariana Grande. For a moment they all stand there awkwardly, until they hear a whistling, that put the other survival group in a panic. "On your knees!" One shouted, and grabbed Jack and put him on his knees, next to Robert. Ariana was reluctant, but got on her knees as well when someone approached her, more than willing to make her get on her knees forcefully. The whistling grew louder. Ariana looked up to see an older man clad in a leather jacket, baseball bat over his shoulder. He had some kind of charm to him. She studied his face, he was clearly the leader of the group, as all the other survivors kneeled at his presence, except the few pointing guns at her own small group. She looked at the leader again, and thought if he shaved his face, he could be very good looking, hell he could even be a fellow actor himself. She stayed quiet though, terrified, she looked over to Jack and Robert, the security guard whose name she now knew, worried look in her eyes as she heard the leader as a man with a mustache if he got all the group's weapons, and he confirmed. Ariana wasn't very good with a weapon, not to mention she had two guys in her group to protect her since the beginning of the end of the world, but she did have a small pocket knife in the tour bus, she silently cursed herself for not grabbing it before coming out here. She was so deep in thought, she hadn't even noticed that the leader was standing in front of the three now. She looked up at the boots before her, then up at the lean man who stood in them. Once he had all three of their attention, he grinned, and flashed off his dimples to them.

"Hi. I'm Negan."

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