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Also: This is my first fanfic, so please excuse my mistakes

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Having a cop for a dad wasn't all it was cut out to be. He would come home drunk because he had a bad day at work. My dad liked to take it out on me, don't get me wrong he loved me he just got so overwhelmed that he broke. My mom had left him years ago because he brought his work attitude home with him I didn't blame her.

Despite my messed up home life I don't think I ever could have prepared myself for the world to literally end. I woke up to everything completely turned upside down. The streets outside my house were flooded with zombies all the people I once new to be neighbors.

I ran downstairs to tell my dad, I found him staring out the window with handgun in hand. He looked at me with the fear that he had watching my mother leave him.

"Santana you have to shoot them in the head it's the only way to kill them" he said handing me the small gun he held. I took it looking at him confused. He gave me a pained expression and fell to his knees. It was then I noticed the blood coming from his right arm he was bitten. "Dad" I gasped.

"Aim for the head Santana" he said falling to the ground.

He let out one final breath of air then closed his eyes giving into the darkness. I sat there crying for a little while just thinking about my childhood and where all my friends are now. Suddenly my dad started to grunt. I jumped up surprised and pointed my gun at him. My father stood and turned to look at me his face pale with no soul in his dark eyes.

I let out a shaky breath and took one step back, but he growled at me and came for my neck. That's when I shot him in the head just like he told me and he fell to the ground just as dead as before. I dropped the gun to the floor and just stood there staring at him. I shook my head and realized it's now or never. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a backpack throwing in water and food then I went up to my room throwing in extra pairs of clothes. I changed out of my pajamas and put on black jeans with black timberland boots, and a tight black tank top with a leather jacket over it. I tied my favorite red bandana around my right boot ankle, and put my dog tags that I found from the civil war around my neck.

After that I took one last look at my room and ran to the garage. My dad being a cop kept many weapons in the house. I grabbed a knife and buckled the leather holster around my waist. Then I picked up an m16 rifle and slung it over my shoulder. I took the keys to the motorcycle and hopped on flicking up the kickstand. I knew I needed to go to the station to see if mike or puck was there.

Mike Chang and Noah Puckerman (puck for short) were friends of the family they worked close with my dad. They were both 21 years old like me and I actually graduated high school with them. My dad got them a job at the police station shortly after.

I rode out of the garage and drove as fast as I could away from the place I would never see again.

I walked into the police station gun drawn checking every room for a walker. As I neared the end of the long hallway I heard a voice talking to someone. I pushed the door open and scanned the room to find mike sitting on his desk with a gun and walkie talkie in hand.

"Santana Lopez as I live and breathe" he said running over to give me a hug. Even after all that's happened mike still wore a smile on his face that was mike though always happy.

"You okay are you hurt" he said checking me for any sign of injury. "I'm good just glad I found you here" I said.

"Your dad is he…" mike said slowly. "He's gone" I said looking to the floor. "I'm sorry kid" he said putting his hand on my shoulder.

I didn't know if he was sorry about my dad or sorry that the world was ending but regardless I nodded forcing him a smile. Mike sat back down on his desk and I leaned against the wall facing him.

"So who were u talking too before I walked in?" I asked.

"Oh I was talking to puck he went to go find people, and see if there was any food or water around" he said.

"I knew that little shit would make it" I said smirking.

"Well you know puck he thinks this type of stuff is fun" he said rolling his eyes.

Suddenly there was a voice on the radio "Mike come back"

"I'm here with Santana, puck" mike answered back.

A second later puck answered back "Santana's there! Thank god she's okay. Mike I found a camp with a group of people down the express way. It's about 3 miles away from you meet us out here! There are cars everywhere we are scouting for food and water"

"Copy that on our way over" mike said.

He stood up grabbing his gun "ready?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be" I said.

We quickly went down to the weapons hold and grabbed some more guns and ammo before leaving. Then we ran outside to the challenger and mike hopped in.

"Mike I'm taking my bike I don't want to leave it" I said. He laughed "Okay just stay aware of your surroundings" he said.

I nodded and ran to the motorcycle starting it up. When mike gave me the thumbs up I led the way and we started off on what was about to be a whole new crazy adventure.