A/N: so hello, this was just an idea that was festering in my head and I decided to free it of its cage. It is only the first chapter for now, the second one might come along in a week or so.

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Her breathing was getting harder and harder. It was getting stuffier by the minute. Is this really how I'm going to go out? Dying from lack of oxygen in a cupboard? A cupboard? A cupboard?! Then again she wasn't really choosing to die of suffocation in a cupboard, that decision was made by the undead asshole clawing at the cupboard door. The moment she crawled into the tight cupboard, she had felt around for anything to kill the fucker with. However, she found nothing. And now she was stuck, in a stuffy, tight cupboard, and will probably die.

Her bag was outside, right outside the goddamn cupboard, but the undead thing was also right outside. After a while of sitting around and pondering the meaning of life, she shifted slightly and felt an uncomfortable something jabbing her in the thigh. Her hand felt around that area and found something heavy, she felt around it a bit more and figured out that it was a wrench.

What was a wrench doing in a cupboard? It didn't matter though, because right now she had a weapon and the key to her freedom from this suffocating coffin. She gripped the wrench tightly in her hand and took a second to breathe deeply.

She opened the cupboard door and was met with a very ferocious gnawing set of teeth; she gripped the dead man by the throat and pushed him with all her might, causing the thing to stumble backwards. She rushed forward grabbing the thing by the shoulders and started bashing it in the head with the wrench. It took four strong bashes for it to finally stop growling and gnashing its teeth at her.

She stood up on shaky legs and wiped the wrench on her pants. Taking a step back, she turned and her eyes searched for her bag. It was leaning on the counter of this hellish kitchen. She walked towards it, grabbed it, slung it on her shoulders, walked out of the kitchen, and out of the house.

She was already a few blocks away when she heard a scream. She stopped, thinking things over for a second, before running at full force towards the source of the screams.

She kept running until she reached a little grocery store. The screams were coming from inside, and so she opened the door carefully and walked in.

Walking with very cautious steps, she moved towards the source of the scream that, now, seemed to be mixed with violent growling and moaning. Looking around for a better weapon than her bloody wrench, she found a discarded steel bat. She picked up the bat and tucked the wrench into her bag, and walked a bit forward and hid behind one of the shelves. She peeked through the shelf and found that the, very girly, screams were emitted by a guy surrounded by three of the dead assholes.

Okay, three. Can I take three? No, no I can't. I need a plan. Suddenly she noticed that one of the things was getting very close to biting the guy's face off, and she threw the plan into the wind. Fuck it, fuck the plan.

She walked out from behind the shelf and whistled loudly, "hey shithead!" one of the things slowly turned towards her, "yeah you in the ugly ass shirt." That attracted the attention of the other two. "Come on, what are you waiting for? A royal invitation?" they, as quick as they could, came for her, having seemingly forgotten about the guy on the floor.

Shit, she thought while the beasts were basically shambling towards her. Now, she needed a plan. She looked quickly around her to find something she can use to kill them quicker than the bat she is gripping with her right hand.

Nothing. She found nothing. She was about to lose hope when she suddenly though of something. It'll be noisy as fuck, though. But it was her current only option. As they kept shuffling and stumbling towards her, she waited until they were all facing the shelf that was stocked with glass jars filled with food. She went behind the shelf as fast as she could and with one big heave she pushed it. The glass crashed immediately once it hit the ground, creating a lot of noise. She came forward to find that she had successfully trapped all three stooges underneath the shelf.

They were still growling and gnashing their teeth, and as much as she would have liked to stay there and bash all their heads in with the bat and/or wrench, the noise was bound to attract more of them into the store, and as such, she needed to leave.

"Hey, umm- thank you, for that.."

Oh right, the guy.

She turned around and looked at him, "My name's-.."

She interrupted him quickly, "we can talk later. Right now, we gotta go." He nodded his head and grabbed his backpack. She ran ahead of him, he was following right after. They ran together out of the grocery store and looked around, he spoke first "I know a path we can go through; it'll take us out to the city border." She nodded her head towards him and followed behind him.

"Hey!" she said, he paused and turned. She thrust the bat towards him, nodding at him to take it. "Just in case" She added. He nodded towards her in thanks with a small smile, then turned and kept running. She took out the wrench from her bag and quickly followed after him.

After a couple of minutes, they reach a place that looked slightly more on the edges of the city and stopped running. They both took a minute to catch their breaths and sat down in the dirt. She opened her bag and took out a bottle of water, and handed the guy another one. "Thanks." He said. "No problem"

After catching their breath, he turned to her and held out his hand towards her and said, "as I was about to say, my name's Glenn. Glenn Rhee."

She smiled at him warmly and shook his hand, "well Glenn, you can call me Dawn."