Authors Note: Hey everyone! I'm new to the website so I thought how better to start than with one of my favourite ships (Joniss) with my favourite apocalyptic scenario, zombies! This story will be loosely based in Minnesota though I apologise for any mistakes in American terminology and landmarks, I'm from the great ole' U-of-K so I don't know much about specific American geography/slang! xD

The story may be a bit slow in the beginning, I just wanted to set the scene so the actual zombies don't start until mid-Chapter 3!

Anyway, you guys know the drill, I don't own any of the characters, the idea of zombies or any of the 26 letters I've manipulated for your reading pleasure, so without further interruptions, let's get started! Thanks for reading :P


Beep. Beep. Bee-

Wincing as she cracked open bleary eyes, Katniss dropped her heavy head back onto the pillow and flung her arm out to the side in an attempt to silence her alarm. After failing miserably the first few times and bruising her hand on the bedside table, she finally sat up and rested her hand atop her alarm clock, finally silencing its annoying tone.

6:30.

She sighed heavily and shuffled around so that her legs were hanging out of the bed, feet grazing the floor as she swung them absentmindedly, taking the time to look around her small dorm room. The walls were still their same pale yellow; the wardrobes still the same worn oak and the floor still cold to the touch in the early hours of the morning.

The trophies clustered together from the various archery competitions she had won over the years glistened in the morning sun, her bow proudly on display hanging on the wall. She looked over to her roommate's bed and briefly panicked at the lack of her dead-to-the-world roommate only to remember that Delly had been out partying with Gale the night before and probably wouldn't be back until midday.

Sighing to herself, she wandered around the room changing into her sports bra, green tank top and black running pants. She pulled her phone off of the nightstand and checked the weather, deciding to don her blue jacket due to the overhanging gloom of mid-Autumn. Grabbing a breakfast bar off of the side, she put in her headphones and set off out of her dorm block, down the stairs and out of the main entrance.

With 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons blaring through her ears, she set out at a gentle pace deciding to take it easy after finally getting through what felt like the longest week of her life. Most of her papers had been due at some point in the week turning her into a bumbling mess stressing about meeting the specific deadlines, and now that they were all over and the weekend could finally begin, she was determine to get the toxins of college education out of her system.

It was a rather crisp October day; the crunch of frosted leaves was audible underfoot as the golden-brown hues of fallen foliage littered the sidewalk. Enduring winds tinged her cheeks red from the cold, her teeth chattering slightly as cold seeped through her sneakers and spread painfully throughout her feet as if she were running barefoot on the chilled ground rather than her feet touching the frozen concrete through the layers of her shoes. The trees, now stoic skeletons having shed their coral blossom, were animated by the perpetual gales; the wind whistling through the bare tendrils of bark.

She was so absorbed in her music and the beauty of mid-late Autumn that she failed to notice the eerie stillness of the street, or the peculiar fact that she hadn't seen one single living soul that morning.

A good half-hour run left her skin flushed with a thin sheen of sweat as she made her way back to the dorm. Pushing open the main door, her stomach lurched in protest, murmuring a startling (and mortifying) gurgling sound flushing her cheeks red with embarrassment. Katniss moved one hand over her mouth as the other came to rest on her abdomen, her face aflame and eyes wide with shock. Looking around though, she found that there was no one at reception and the lobby was still vacant. Knowing that no one had witnessed her bodies' blunder eased her chagrin, and her blush slowly faded as she headed up the stairs to her dorm for some proper breakfast.

Maybe the receptionist was late today she reasoned with herself, though she couldn't shake the hair-raising feeling that things were just a little too quiet...