AN: I don't own Zombieland (sadly) but I do own Rachel Bowen (: oh and by the way, this is my first fanfic ever, so please review and tell me if I should continue this story.
I accept all forms of reviews and advise, even if it sounds hateful (:
This world has become a shit hole. Everyone's either dead, or a mindless flesh eating freak-thing. Well, except for me, and maybe a choice few survivors.
I hope.
You can't possible imagine how terrifying it is to wake up every day not knowing if you'll see another. Now that's taking the saying "Live everyday like it's your last" a little too far.
Back before this apocalypse sorta thing happened, I was your average female College student. Well, if you count having everyone (guys and girls alike) after you in hopes of hooking up average, then yes, I was quite average. Between all the partying, the partial studying,
and "flings", I actually found playing zombie video games with my roommate surprisingly fun. Go ahead, call me a nerd, but playing all those video games taught me one of the most important rules you could ever learn in zombie land.
Rule No.1: Aim for the head.
Not only does aiming for the head cause a quick instant kill towards a zombie, it saves on ammo which is absolutely the number one thing you need to save up on. You don't want to be running away from ten hungry zombies, and when you try to shoot at them to ensure
your escape, you're out of ammo! That's a one-way ticket to "I'm Screwed-Ville", and trust me, that place sucks.
So when the zombies finally started to come around, let's just say I was more than prepared to take them on. And thankfully, since this is America, I had tons of access to guns. I think I was a tad too happy when I stole my Desert Eagle from the already abandoned gun
shop. Oh, and you can't forget about my all-time favorite, the FN Scar-H. Look it up, it's gorgeous. As you can tell, I probably spent a little too much time playing those video games. Some of the first zombie I got to kill ended up with a nice face-full of lead. Hehe.
I also had a strange tendency to yell "BOOM! HEAD SHOT!" when I first started killing zombies. Over time I realized that yelling out things such as that tends to attract more zombies, so after a few bad experiences like that, I have happily gotten over my habit.
I should probably tell you about the first zombie I ever had to kill.
That zombie was a bitch to take care of. Not because I couldn't aim properly for the head or anything like that, it was because in that zombies previous life it went by the nick-name of Snickers. My best friend. Odd name for a friend, yes I know, but she didn't seem to mind.
I didn't have any guns at the time, so I was basically screwed. After a nice little race around my apartment, I ended up whacking her across the head (multiple times) with my frying pan, and with me being a vegetarian and all, that seeing someone's brains get splattered
across the walls in my kitchen wasn't the prettiest thing. Now, on my walls, there was a nice mixture of vomit and brains. Great way to start your day, right?
Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that my name is, or was, Rachel Bowen. The reason I say was is that when the zombie pandemic started, I decided to take on the alias "Brooklyn", not only because of my birth place, but also to prevent myself from growing attached to anyone
(and maybe also since I've been told that I look like the swimsuit model/zombie Brooklyn Decker, but as a brunette and not as bitchy looking. Who knows). I know, I know, you're probably thinking "how does not telling anyone your real name prevent you from getting
attached to them?". Just trust me on this one, it does. I became close to someone during the first stages of the infection, and let's just say I lost the only thing I truly loved since the death of my family and friends. What had happened to her still haunts my dreams at night.
That's if I'm lucky enough to get any sleep.
Anyway, enough about my past and how I lost the best thing I've ever had. Let's snap back to reality, shall we?
AN: Sorry to end it like that, I just wanted to leave a short little teaser to see if i should continue the story or not. What do you guys think? (: review please!
Oh and trust me, Brooklyn/Rachel will meet the rest of the gang (Columbus, Tallahassee, Wichita & Little Rock) soon, i promise. There's going to be a little romance in there, but I'm not telling you yet! ;)
Lets just say someone in the original gang might be really jealous when it happens! ;)
The next few chapters after I decide whether or not to continue this will be a lot longer than this, i promise! (:
