Hello everybody! Now if your reading this, this story is a spinoff of my main story Dragon of the Cog and a few chapters from 'Battle for the Multiverse' from Unknown Legion…chapters 57 and 58 to be exact.

Yes, Wendy Marvell will be in this Resident Evil story. So if you've never read any of my stuff, you should check it out and it will make sense why she is the way she is. She is not some timid girl here…she will know how to fight and survive…without any magic. She is from the universe 137-C of my main story so she's a tough cookie. And yes, I understand this is a crossover…but have you checked how many FT/ RE crossovers there are? It's a deplorable one and I…I like my stories to be read and enjoyed, not tucked into some little corner of the fanfic site where nobody will find it. So if some of you message me or review calling me a fucking dumbass for putting this in the main RE…go suck a bag of dicks. I write this stuff for people to enjoy out of my free time. You don't like it being a crossover, go read something else. Nobody is forcing you. But anyway…I hope you enjoy this story and leave positive reviews!

P.S. If you've played the RE2 remake, the zombies will be taken down by one or two headshots. I personally think its bullshit to plug six or seven rounds in a zombies skull and they keep coming toward you. Granted, body shots would still be normal along with leg shots. Also, this will have elements of Outbreak, RE3, and RE2…so enjoy!

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Chapter one: Stranded in Raccoon City

September 29th 8:33 p.m.

The dead walked the streets.

Attempts by the local police to contain the disaster have completely failed as the infection continued to spread. Surviving citizens were being hunted…dragged down by the hungry hordes to feed on their flesh as the once thriving mountain community tore itself apart. Monsters reigned everywhere as the few still lucky to be alive strove for survival.

Fires had broken out everywhere, but any attempts by the Raccoon City Fire Department had been quickly snuffed out by the undead attacking the men and women. Very few survived to escape back to their stations…even fewer would make it out of the city.

Cars rested abandoned in the streets. Some simply had their doors flung open, the previous owners running for their lives from the zombies. Others…were mangled wrecks that still contained the rotting corpses of the deceased as blood splayed across the dashboard or windshield. Glass and garbage littered the roadways, the refuse a result of human's fleeing in panic as a light breeze carried the moans of the dead on the night wind.

A city bus had crashed into a building, spent brick and glass settled in the street as a low fire burned away at the third floor apartment above the crashed vehicle. The zombified form of a woman was inside, half her flesh charred as she beat against the glass of the window. It held…but the infected woman wanted to be free…to spread the virus coursing through her veins as her jaws hung open in an infected stupor.

A flash of light above the crumpled city bus lit up the street, attracting the attention of three more nearby zombies. Their shoes scuffed the pavement, one of them kicking away an empty can as they staggered drunkenly toward the disturbance.

"Gah!" Wendy gasped out as she landed hard from the portal, her side flaring slightly as her body collided with the metal roof. Multiple scratches and cuts covered her face, but none of them were serious as her body came to a rest. Taking a deep breath, she expelled air as her face darkened from what just transpired. That asshole demon had practically threw her in a breech blind…and she vowed that someday…she would fuck him up beyond recognition. Maybe have Levy build something to reduce his intelligence to zero…

"Damn that cock-sucking END…" Wendy muttered as she sat up slowly. Spotting her portal gun several feet away, the girl scrambled over to inspect the valuable tool to get her home. Its surface was cracked and a few jumps of electricity jumped from the power source…right before it failed with a low 'pop'

"Damn…" the girl told herself in annoyance. "I'll need to fix this somehow. But right now, I need to find out where I…am…" The fifteen year told herself as her eyes widened. Finally taking in the state of her surroundings, the blue haired woman's breath hitched in her throat. The surrounding street was a pile of wrecked cars and trucks with broken glass reflecting the light of distant fires. Stores were either completely looted or boarded up as a fire hydrant spilled water over the asphalt halfway down the clogged road. And that's when she heard the moans.

Looking to her right, Wendy saw three zombies approaching her little safe haven with nightmarish wounds. The closest man was overweight and looked like he had been in his sixties. Threads of skin hung loosely from his cheek, exposing the raw gristle of muscle underneath as the other two reached the side of the bus.

The woman in the middle might have been a housewife…but it was hard to tell as a ragged hole in her throat spilled dried blood onto her formerly white shirt. A few gunshot wounds were apparent in her torso as dried crimson decorated the fabric, but it was obvious that whoever shot this undead creature failed. The last one was nothing but charred and cracked flesh, the smell rising as the skin continued to dance with small flames.

"OH SHIT! DON'T TELL ME!" The girl yelled out as she looked around the area once more. Eyes peering into the darkness of the skyline, Wendy made out a billboard advertising the Raccoon City Zoo.

Letting out a low sigh as the zombie's hands raised up and grasped at the side of the bus, their snarls and groans became background noise as the young woman started to inventory what she had. Patting herself down, she saw a few scrapes on her body armor…but nothing serious as her leg greaves and Kevlar gauntlets were also still intact. Her pistol was still holstered on her right hip, the JMB Hp3 a gift from her close friends in her own reality…and probably will be a life saver in the times to come.

Equipped with a laser sight and a capacity of thirteen 9mm bullets, Wendy knew the ins and outs of her weapon. Patting the spare magazines located behind her pistol holster, she felt reassured that all three magazines were still safe and secure. Checking her left side, the carrying pouch was there as well as she placed her broken piece of technology inside. There was still room for things later along with some spare pockets along her cargo pants she reasoned simply. Reaching over her left shoulder, the teenager felt her reassuring bat still attached to the magnetic plate of her armor. Gripping it as she brought it forth, the girl tried to decide on a course of action.

"Well…first things first…" She whispered before getting closer to the edge of the bus near the grasping undead. Discolored eyes filled with infection looked up at her…with only the desire to feed as she swung her bat down.

'Crunch!'

The blunt end cracked against the peeling and burnt skin of the closest zombie, staggering the creature as Wendy pulled back the bat. Part of its head was indented, loose skin hanging free as its teeth snapped, baying for her flesh. Bringing it down again, the blow was harder as the left side of the cranium caved in, spreading a small burst of ichor. The corpse fell to the street, its fellows nudging and stepping on the body as it lay still in second death.

The woman groaned, trying to swipe at Wendy as the girl retreated, intending to repeat the action on the other two.

The fire in the apartment above raged hotter, the heat enough to crack the glass as the walking bag of skin and bone managed to push through the window.

'CRASH!'

Snapping her head around, Wendy watching in a frozen horror as the half burned woman fell onto the bus roof barely a foot away as shattered glass rained down in her hair.

"SHIT!" Wendy cried out as she fell backward in surprise, her rear landing against the metallic roof. The woman crawled toward her, the half burned hand grasping her left ankle as it tried to drag the foot toward the cracked and broken teeth of rot. This turn of events seemed to actually excite the other zombies, making them rasp and groan louder.

"GET OFF ME!" Wendy screamed as she kicked the corpse in the head with her boot. It did the trick as the hand loosened, letting the girl pull her foot away as the zombie continued to crawl closer. Scrambling to her feet, the blue haired girl ran around the corpse as it started to rise.

"No, you don't!" She said loudly, swinging her trusty metal bat into the back of the right knee of her target. Bone crunched and broke under the blow, bringing the zombie back down to the aluminum roof of the crashed bus as it had tried to rise. Not wasting a single moment, the girl stood on its back before swinging the hardened metal bat down once more. The skull echoed with shifting and breaking bone, but it wasn't enough as it still thrashed for the human girl. Bringing more force next time, her face was curled into a snarl as Wendy embedded the blunt end of her weapon into the cranium, creating a gore strewn paste as the brain was destroyed.

Gasping loud from the exertion, her bangs hung loose as her right hand gripped the weapon. Turning her attention to the last two zombies still clawing at the sides of the bus, her blood froze as she heard moans from her left side. Lots of moans. Snapping her vision left, she gulped as two dozen of the infected staggered and limped from the north end of the street.

A low wail echoed over the crackling of fire above her from her right, making the girl look in that direction. More of the dead were coming, their numbers far more than her bat could handle. Glancing at the burning apartment above her, the fire was already spreading to more of the building as heat blasted down. It could be an hour or minutes…but eventually those flames would reach her temporary haven.

"Crap…well…time to use my magic…" the girl whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she filled her lungs…but found no buildup of her power. "No! Don't tell me…it's one of those non-magic universes!"

Halting her actions, the teenager realized very quickly that she needed to escape. No way she was going to get surrounded on a bus by thirty or forty of the undead. Looking for an escape route as the dead staggered closer and closer, her vision settled on a small flower boutique directly across the street. The front display window was gone, the shards of glass everywhere on the road as a dead body slumped over the low sill. As it stands…it was the only route to escape. Taking a few steps backward, the twin hordes of the dead were each only twenty feet away and staggering closer like a group of drunk cannibals. Running forward, her boots clanged across the metal roof before she arrived at the edge. Pushing off the lip with a leap, Wendy jumped over the two grasping undead. Landing on her feet, she immediately sprinted for the flower shop as the dead homed in. Their snarls and gasps for flesh were around her as she ran, the young woman knowing she had to find someplace safe.

Feet pounding across the broken glass in the street, the girl leapt over the low window sill to enter the structure as the horde merged and gathered outside. Rushing through the store, she noticed pools of blood on the floor or sprayed across several flower pots in the aisles. But there wasn't time to look for supplies as the groans of the infected surged toward the store front.

Reaching the backdoor of the shop, she quickly grasped the doorknob and turned. The door opened partially…but not enough for her to get through.

"Shit!" she hissed as Wendy looked back, the first of the dead already stumbling through the broken display window. Some were slashing their legs open on the large shards of glass or tumbling to their stomachs, but there were far too many to fight now.

Throwing her shoulder into the door, Wendy saw it give slightly as it gave a shuddering groan of rusting metal from the other side. Her arm throbbed from the blow, but she tried again as the door opened a little more. Rearing back for one more charge, Wendy hit with all her available force. The metal door opened just enough as she started to squeeze through the gap. The size of her growing chest made her suck in a deep breath as she wiggled through, the closest wailing corpse only seven feet away.

Springing free of the narrow opening, Wendy saw the dumpster that had inhibited her escape as the zombie staggered closer from inside the shop…followed by many others. It was a grown man with a heavy beard streaked with blood and bits of skin flopping against his forehead.

"He'll make it through…" she quickly reasoned before grabbing her pistol and snapping it up. Gripping with both hands, she had the laser sight centered on its bobbing head in a moment as it rasped and extended its arms. Pulling the trigger, a flash of cordite and noise sent the nine millimeter bullet speeding through the air as it punched through the bridge of the former human's nose. Splintered blood and bone burst out the back as it crumped to the floor, making several of the other walking infected lose their footing.

Having bought herself several seconds, Wendy flung the door shut with a resonating 'clang.' Running toward the nearby dumpster, she pressed her back into it as piles of refuse hung over the side. Digging her feet into the alleyway of brick, Wendy pushed backwards with all her might as banging started to echo from inside the shop.

"Damn…Come on!" She urged herself on as the dumpster slowly started to move. Muscles straining with exertion, the metal screeched as more momentum was built. Feeling it slide, the large trash container of metal made it halfway across the distance before the door was pushed open by the clawing dead inside. Feeling the container halt in its momentum, Wendy halted her attempts as she moved away. Glancing inside the doorway, it was only open by several inches as a pale arm covered with ragged bites wavered and clawed through. Seeing the snapping teeth of the dead businessman inside, Wendy concluded that he wouldn't make it through for the time being.

Turning on her heel, she found only one path available as a van parked in the alleyway to the south blocked any attempts for passage. Walking north, the fifteen year old left the flower shop behind as she hefted her baseball bat. After all…she couldn't waste ammunition. Kicking away a spilled can of coca-cola in the trash strewn alleyway, she moved cautiously while a few distant screams and gunshots echoed from afar.

"Sounds like a few people are still alive here…" she whispered to herself as she walked. Constantly checking for threats, her ears strained for sounds as the alleyway turned to her right.

'Slurp…crunch…slurp'

The sound came from around the corner of the alleyway, near several knocked over garbage cans as Wendy slinked up to the corner. Peeking around the foundation of brick that supported a six story apartment building, Wendy wanted to throw up.

Two of the undead were feasting on a now deceased woman, their teeth ripping away skin and sinew as they chomped. Gristle was hanging loosely between their crimson teeth as dried blood coated their chins. Based on what they were wearing, one of the feeding corpses had been a construction worker while the other had been a female gas station attendant. The attendant's intestines were spilling out, but neither of the infected noticed as they continued to feed their endless hunger. Glancing past them as they continued to rip and tear skin, Wendy observed a stone staircase at the end of the alleyway.

Ducking back as one of the zombies grunted, the blue haired girl gripped her bat in both hands as her fingers clenched. "I need to be smart…fast…I can't assume the others will find me if I ended up here randomly. I need to survive and make it home" She silently vowed before leaving the safety of cover.

Moving slowly, her feet scuffed the brickwork as the stench of rot got stronger and stronger. The construction worker pulled at some intestine from its victim, pulling them like a horrid spaghetti as slick blood coated his fingers. Running forward the last few feet, Wendy achieved surprise on the large man as she brought her trusty bat down on the back of his skull. It crunched heavily under the force as the front of the face collided with the brick lain alleyway.

Turning rapidly as the zombified woman snarled at the disturbance and started to rise, Wendy leveled out a swing like a pro hitter. The metal caved in the attendant's nose, pushing cartilage up into the brain as the body slumped against the wall.

"Hurng!" The teenage female gasped as she moved her feet closer and swung again. Burying the bat into the zombie's face, bone broke under the blow as a rotting eye burst rancid fluid. Not taking any chances, she turned to the larger man as he grunted and groaned. His palms were slick with intestinal blood as he tried to push himself upward to feast on the human. Stepping on the back of his construction vest, Wendy raised the bat high.

"No second chances for you…" she whispered before bringing it down and caving in another skull. Gasping for air, Wendy turned her attention to the partially eaten victim. Swinging hard again, she figured it was better safe than sorry as the head caved in with a small burst of gore.

Breathing in a lungful of air, the girl wiped a few droplets of sweat away. Bashing in zombie's heads was hard work after all. Wiping the excess blood and bits of hair against the large man's vest, her weapon was…slightly cleaner.

Letting out another sigh, the fifteen year old proceeded up the steps and left the corpses behind. Walking for about a minute, the path turned to the left this time as embers of orange ash drifted through the air. Taking cover at the corner, she poked her head out to observe.

Immediately, her heart sank. The exit of the alleyway was completely blocked with a tangle of cars and trucks. Of course, the roaring inferno of heat didn't help as several vehicles burned without abandon. Metal popped and hissed under the heat…along with the rasping of burned throats. Squinting her eyes as the light of the fires flickered, Wendy cringed as several of the undead grasped and wiggled in the burning pileup. The stench was horrible…like a rotten barbeque as the flesh continued to cook and sizzle.

Walking out of the shadows, the young woman started to move forward to try and find some other way out of this alley. The heat was intense as she kept a safe distance, the zombies inside effectively trapped while the embers floated into the night sky. Moving her head around, she spotted salvation on her right barely ten feet from the wrecks.

An emergency ladder was hanging down toward the ground, its metal flecked with fresh rust as the uncontrolled fire continued to burn.

"Well…it's either that or go back to the flower shop…" she reasoned to herself as she tentatively touched the first rung. It was hot…too hot to grab onto directly as a zombie in the flames seemed to turn its attention toward her. Stuck in the passenger seat of crumpled minivan, it was restrained as fire danced and ate its skin.

The smell was even worse as she gagged, a quick updraft of wind pushing the vile aroma toward her as she covered her nose.

"Ugh...that's so nasty" Wendy commented as she started to look around. Eyes finding something of interest along the left side of the alley, she stooped down to pick up a few dirty rags.

"It'll have to do" she told herself while quickly wrapping her hands in the grimy towels. Re-approaching the fire escape ladder, she didn't hesitate as her enshrouded hands gripped the first rung. Feeling the heat of the metal already starting to seep through, the girl hurried as she started to climb.

Reaching the top rung, Wendy pulled herself up to the first landing. Flinging the wrappings off, she blew on her hands that had taken on a hint of redness. The towels had barely done the job…but it was enough to prevent scalding burns as a loud 'thump' shook a nearby window pane.

A zombie was pressed against the glass, half his face torn away as it pressed against the clear pane. Leaving a bloody smear, its jaws snapped and clacked while its bloody fingertips clawed at the glass.

"Oh…time to go" She reasoned to herself as she ran past and up to the second floor landing. Boot's clanging against the metal steps, Wendy wasn't particularly worried about being noisy at this point in time. After all…she only had one direction to go right now. Climbing onto the last platform at the fourth floor, she stepped over the small barrier onto the roof.

A few heating ducts were toward her right near the maintenance door as it led into the building. The metal door was currently closed, a body slumped up against it as the head tilted forward toward the chest.

Pulling her pistol free, Wendy slowly approached the possible threat as her boots kicked a few loose pebbles away. Circling around in a wide arc, she kept her eyes peeled for any other threats but maintained her steady aim. The laser dot wobbled slightly as she moved, but it was trained on the man's head as she finally completed her sweep of the roof. Noticing the revolver hanging loosely from his left hand, Wendy finally saw the gaping hole in the temple….along with the horrendous bite mark on his neck.

"Killed himself before turning…makes sense I guess" she said to nobody while walking forward. Stooping down, she picked up the handgun. It was large in her hands…probably a powerful caliber as she snapped open the cylinder. Four bullets remained, making the teenager grin. Starting to pat the man down, she looted the corpse of three more bullets and a lighter.

"I doubt I have the strength to use this, but maybe I'll find somebody who can" She reasoned while sliding the lighter in a pocket while the handgun and spare cartridges went into her storage pouch. Turning away, she moved toward the edge of the roof to try and get her bearings.

Multiple fires burned in the distance along with a few more gunshots, but there was nothing she could do about that. Multiple buildings were completely dark, the fate of their inhabitants unknown while others were still lit up with glowing electricity. This meant at least part of the city was still powered…at least for the time being. Staring straight ahead, Wendy could make out a five story building two streets away to the north.

It was the Raccoon City Press, and the it looked like there were no fires nearby. The streets were probably a different matter, but she could understand that. Turning her gaze, her eyes settled on the Raccoon City Police Department, its façade still lit up by floodlights in the night sky.

"If anybody is alive…it's probably there. But it's much farther away" The teenager reasoned to herself as the distant building shone like a beacon of sanctuary. Shaking her head, Wendy knew it wouldn't be possible to reach it at this moment. Looking down into the burning street below, the girl saw a tangle of cars and trucks. It was a massive pile-up as several undead staggered about, but they were listless. However…as she continued to observe, Wendy started to see a pathway between the cars.

An armored truck had tipped over on its side, the back end wedged against a building while two zombies milled about near the entrance to another side alleyway. The cabin was crunched inward as another car had crashed into it, spilling the driver onto the hood as blood illuminated itself against the nearby flames. This meant that the roadway to the alley was almost blocked…but not quite. Scanning to the right side of the horizontal street below, another half dozen walking corpses inhabited the roadway near an overturned truck as their moans rose through the air. Moving along the edge of the rooftop, Wendy continued to study the immediate area to try and find an easy way down. Unfortunately, there wasn't as the other side of the building was just a long drop down to a narrow alleyway filled with trash. Turning back, she returned to looking at the turned over armored truck.

"If I don't stop and just run…I probably could make it through before any of them have a chance to grab me. Of course, that alley across the way could be filled with dead people and then I'm fucked. Of course, if I stay here that inferno will spread to this building and cook my ass" Wendy reasoned before standing up.

"No choice. Newspaper office it is"

Now having a set destination, Wendy moved toward the maintenance door and quickly moved the corpse out of the way. It was heavy, but it moved easily enough after a few moments of tugging. Letting the body drop to the roof, Wendy slowly opened the access door with her pistol raised. Stepping in onto the landing, she closed the door behind herself with a soft click.

The stairwell was bathed in red lighting as emergency bulbs flickered and hummed above. Looking down the stairs, Wendy saw a few cardboard boxes tucked at the corner, but nothing seemed of use.

"At least it's not pitch dark…" She reasoned while taking a tentative first step down the concrete stairs. Feet moving slowly, she kept her pistol raised during her decent to the next landing as her finger never wavered far from the trigger. Sweeping wide, the girl rounded the corner with a rush of movement as the next set of stairs came into view.

Nothing was there except the door leading to the third floor, but she didn't need to go that way as she proceeded in silence past the doorway. Heading down the next set of steps, Wendy headed to the second floor as red light continued to bathe the walls like sinister crimson. Reaching the next floor in moments, the girl silently cursed as the path down to the first floor was completely blocked. Somebody had wedged chairs, cabinets…even a couch into the passage to prevent anything or anyone from breaking through.

"Probably tried to stop the dead…" she reasoned silently before gripping the doorknob to the second floor. Turning the circular handle with her left hand, she kept her weapon raised in her right hand as she pushed it open.

A loud, annoyed rasp reverberated mere feet from her as the door revealed a zombified woman standing less than five feet away. Turning with a snarl, Wendy saw the right arm hanging by a few sinewy tendons as the left arm raised to grab her.

"SHIT!" The girl shouted in surprise. There was no time to line up a headshot as the zombie lunged, trying to ensnare the fifteen year old as the right arm tore free. It thudded to the floor like rancid meat, its movement not even noticed by the girl as she fired two bullets into the zombie's left leg. The gunshot's echoed in the hallway, filling the air with a few wafts of smoke as the bone and cartilage splintered.

Wendy barely avoided the falling woman, stepping back as it continued to crawl toward the doorway. The one lone hand clawed forward, making the movement's pitifully slow as the teeth snapped and sought to sink into her skin.

Raising a boot, Wendy brought the force down on the back of the skull, inciting a heavy blow as the zombie gasped with a sorrowful moan. Raising it again, she felt some of the skull give away against her sole. A third time finished the job, splashing a few specks of brain matter onto her boot, lower leg armor and pants.

Two more rasping groans had her snapping her head up, the fresh gore on her person forgotten as a duo of infected started to move down the hallway of the building. Her actions had garnered their attention, making any chance of avoidance impossible. One had been a little girl…maybe seven or eight years old as several fingers were missing on the left hand in the low light of the emergency illumination. The other had been a burly biker, his chest a nightmare of torn skin and muscle as the duo continued to march forward.

Raising her firearm, Wendy centered the laser light on the little girl's forehead as she broke away, her movements faster as another sickly groan escaped cracked lips. Squeezing the trigger, a flash echoed off the reddish walls as the gun gave a slight jump in her hands. It was a great shot, boring right through the forehead as bone and blood blew out the back of the head.

Shifting her aim as the first body fell to the floor, Wendy aimed at the second walking corpse. Firing, the girl cursed as the biker's head bobbed to the left. Flecks of bone and skin spun away from the temple graze, making some of the hair on his pale face flutter.

It drew closer, already halfway down the hallway of blood red light as the fixtures above continued to hum illumination. Shadows danced as Wendy re-aimed, her next squeeze of the trigger sending a round through the left eye. Staggering backward on unsure feet as the fresh wound leaked viscous fluid, the biker wobbled a bit…before resuming its march toward the girl.

"Tough bastard, aren't ya!" She said much too loudly as she fired a third time. The gunshot echoed, making her ears slightly ring in the enclosed space as it punched through the ridge of the nose. A small explosion of ruined bone and brains blew out the back, finishing the infected man off once and for all as he fell to the carpeted floor mixed with puddles of blood.

"Crap…seven bullets so far" she scolded herself as she moved forward, her boots padding across the low thread carpeting. The doors leading to several apartments were closed or boarded up as she kept her gun raised. Passing an apartment that was boarded up with extreme haste, a loud 'thud' and groan wafted from the other side as it rattled in the frame.

"Yeah…I'm sure I wasn't stealthy at all…" Wendy reasoned as she walked past, having no intention to pry open the barricade. Finally reaching the end of the second floor hallway that had a window facing the street, she peered out.

The pile-up of vehicles was still burning to the left, the mangled mass completely sealing off the street from that direction as she tracked her eyes right. The two undead near the alleyway of her destination were still standing there…staring slack jawed into space as reflective shards of glass scattered the road.

Taking a step back, the young woman eyed the elevator to her left. The doors were partially open, but no lights of power lit up the button panel as the lift car seemed to be wedged between the second and first floors.

"No way…even if it did work, I'm sure there would be a mini horde inside or some crap" she reasoned before studying the door on her right. It was slightly ajar as she approached. Blowing a strand of blue hair out of the way, she pushed it open slowly.

The smell was awful, a horrid mixture of shit, copper and fear that made her cringe as the door opened fully to reveal the apartment. The living room had the scattered remains of half a dozen bodies littered about…and most had been eaten to the bone. Strands of intestine and muscle decorated the once white carpeting near the deceased. One had been completely pulled apart, the horrified look on the man's face frozen in time as the head lay separated from the body. The other corpses were even less recognizable as blood and ichor covered the walls and floor. It was a horrifying and disgusting sight as Wendy walked into the main room.

"God…I don't think there's enough left for them to reanimate…" she whispered as her boot squashed down something soft. Looking down, she had accidentally stepped in a pile of…left over organs as her face contorted in a soft horror. Gulping deeply, she averted her eyes from the bloodbath as she set about searching the apartment.

'Don't think about the piles of bodies…don't think of it" she tried to tell herself as she walked past the couch…and immediately stopped her movements. A gaping hole was in the floor to her left, nestled behind the furniture near a window. A pair of legs were near the rupture in the floor, but no upper torso could be found as intestines dangled down across the shattered wood to the hole. Pointing her gun toward the ominous cavern in the floor, the girl was taking no chances. Whatever had happened in here…it had come from the floor below.

Circling around, she continued to look down as the room below seemed to be devoid of movement or life. Sighing as she knew that she would have to check, Wendy got to her knees and peered into the gaping floor.

Hair hanging down, her vision was upside down as her eyes tracked for movement in the immediate area. Nothing moved that she could see, but the room was dark…except for the glow coming from under the hall doorway. Raising her head back up, she made herself ready to jump down.

"Whatever did that…probably long gone now…at least I hope so" she whispered to herself as she prayed silently. Pushing off the edge away from the hanging intestines, the fifteen year old landed on her feet in the darkened living room in a small crouch. The moans of distant undead wafted through a broken window behind her that faced the alley, but there was far too much broken glass still sitting in the frame…along with steel bars. Even if she knocked out the glass, it would be pointless since she was quite incapable of bending steel. Chuckling to herself as she imagined such a feat, the idea quickly passed as the wind carried the sounds of the dead toward her.

Turning her gaze toward the doorway to the first floor hall after a few more moments, Wendy could see the flickering of light and fire reaching under the door…along with a few strands of smoke. Approaching the partition, she could feel some of the heat on the other side…and knew time was of the essence.

'Skritch…scrit'

Swiveling her head in an instant as her eyes widened, Wendy couldn't believe she had missed it. A trail of soaked blood and a few pieces of flesh had been dragged from where she landed toward the partially opened bathroom door. With the darkness of the room, it had been easy to dismiss it as a shadow. The horrible sound of tearing skin and muscle reverberated through the apartment moments later.

Glancing up to the hole she had jumped down, Wendy finally saw the claw marks in the ceiling. They were spaced evenly, marching across the entire length of the room toward the hole as a few strands of intestines dangled freely.

"TIME TO GET OUT OF HERE!" She reasoned with a hint of panic, not having any desire to meet the monster that was still busily feeding in the next room. Rushing toward the doorway, Wendy didn't stop as she threw her full weight forward in a small leap.

The wood splintered easily, the flames on the other side weakening the material as the door flung open on a spray of embers. Running into the hallway, it was almost completely engulfed in flames as smoke and ash rose.

A gargled rasp rose from down the hall, a zombie completely burned to a horrendous crisp homing in on the noise. Chattering and skittering legs echoed from behind her, the monster disturbed from its meal as Wendy turned and ran for the front doors.

Boots thudding down the singed carpeting, the walls were licking flames as Wendy ran past a corpse leaning against the wall, it body slowly being eaten by fire. The smell was like rancid pork as it shifted, a blackened arm of cracked skin reaching for her as it moaned a death rasp.

Dodging to the right hand side of the hallway, Wendy ran through the broken doorway onto the street as the pile up of vehicles continued to burn. A slow scuffling of shoes caught her attention as another of the infected staggered from the wrecks to the left. It had been a woman…maybe. But the body was so damaged that Wendy couldn't even tell as flames licked and ate at the chest and shoulders.

Ignoring it as the sound of skittering feet echoed behind her, the teenager turned to the right and ran past the smashed sedan as embers floated through the night air. Reasserting her direction toward the alleyway, her boots gripped the pavement as the two walking corpses homed in on the meal of fresh human. Putting on a burst of speed, her lungs heaved as fear made a great motivator to run. Leading them closer to the left along the undercarriage of the armored van, she zigged to the right as the closer one swiped.

The girl shuddered, feeling the rush of how close those cracked fingernails came to grabbing her as the two moaned in protest. Running down the alleyway to leave them behind as her chest heaved, Wendy tried to ignore the moans of hunger as the shuffling of feet slowly followed.

Much to her horror, the pathway was not clear as she ran past several overturned garbage bins. Two dogs were feeding on a dead girl, their teeth snapping and tearing at the skin and flesh as Wendy continued her sprint to escape the area. She had caught a glimpse of them both as her boots crunched the glass of a broken bottle…and they would not be friendly. Milky white eyes of cataracts filled with infection had been seen…along with missing chunks of skin exposing sinewy muscle.

Her footsteps were like a dinner bell to the duo of dogs as they immediately gave chase. Their speed was faster than the normal shambling corpses…and they wanted to partake in a new meal.

Rounding a corner to the right, Wendy had no time to slow down or check for dangers as she pumped her arms and legs. The hungry baying of zombified canines were behind her…and would eventually catch her if she slowed even a little bit. Moving as fast as she could past boarded up doorways and windows, the girl's boots thudded with each step.

A loud snarl echoed off the brick walls of the alley, one of the dogs jumping and lunging for her as teeth with bits of flesh stuck between them snapped. Barely dodging to the left, Wendy felt the wind pass as the jumping dog landed and continued to run after their fleeing meal. Chancing a look as she ran, Wendy's eyes widened at how close both of the canines were to catching her.

"SHIT!" She gasped out as the alley turned to the left this time. Running around the corner at max speed, she almost slipped on a pile of broken glass but managed to keep her footing. One of the dogs slipped, skidding to its side as fresh shards dug in the necrotic flesh, but quickly recovered as its partner kept up the chase.

Pumping her legs, Wendy's eyes grew with horror at what lay up ahead at the end of the alleyway. A chain link fence was blocking her path, stretching from side to side as a large refuse dumpster rested on the other side near the street up ahead.

"DAMMIT!" She cursed before pulling her pistol free. Knowing she was running out of time, Wendy looked behind her as she pointed toward the closest dog. Aiming while running was a stupid idea, but she was fleeing for her life and those two hellish canines were getting within jumping distance again.

Pulling the trigger, the first bullet ricocheted off the pavement, sparking between the two dogs as Wendy grimaced from the wasted bullet. Trying to re-aim as she ran, the teenager fired again as the gun jumped from the explosive force. The round hit the closest dog, winging the side of its head as a furrow of blood and bone chips sprayed away. It tumbled to the ground in a pile of legs, torn skin and fur, but that small victory cost Wendy speed as the other lunged directly at her back.

"NO!" She cried out while spinning at the last moment in a rapid backpedal. The former Doberman landed on her, pushing the girl to the ground with a hard blow as the air pushed from her lungs with a heavy gasp.

Teeth snapping at her face, Wendy pushed up under its chin with her forearm as the jaws closed mere centimeters away. Her arm strained as the dog snapped again, trying to push past her limited defense as rancid drool dripped onto her cheek and armor plate.

It surged forward, snapping again as the white eyes of death only saw fresh meat to spread the infection. Putrid breath washed over her as she kept managing to keep it at bay as the second dog tried to rise to its feet further back.

"GAH!" Wendy cried out as she griped her pistol and shoved it into the snarling maw of the Doberman. Pulling the trigger while closing her eyes, crimson sprayed against her cheeks as the bullet drove through the brain and spread a cone of red mist of flying bone flecks. Reopening her eyes as the second dog snarled, Wendy aimed with a single hand as the dead body slumped against her torso, pinning her down against the pavement.

The second dog charged, its torn pads leaving a few prints of blood in the darkened alley as Wendy tried to line up a shot. Squeezing the trigger, a flash of cordite and noise erupted from the muzzle as the bullet flew, striking the zombified dog in the chest. Blood burst, but it still came on as she fired again, trying to hit the vulnerable head. It staggered as the bullet destroyed part of the left eye, spreading a grisly spray of white fluid.

"LAST BULLET!" She internally screamed as the weight of the corpse continued to press down. Aiming steadily as the maws of death opened mere feet away, Wendy fired one last time as the slide locked back, indicating an empty magazine. The round flew true, splintering canine teeth as it entered the brain with sickening ease. Slumping to the ground, the second body hit hard, landing on her gun hand as Wendy gasped for air.

"H…holy shit!" she called out to nobody as her adrenaline spiked and crashed. Her body was shaking from the close call…until she heard the approaching moans from the way she had came just moments before.

"Right…zombies…still after me" she reasoned while giving a grunt. Freeing her hand from the corpse, she quickly rolled the other rotting body off of her as her sense of smell reeled from the disgusting aroma. Standing up as the shuffling feet drew closer, Wendy quickly ejected the empty magazine and replaced it with a full one. Pocketing the empty mag for reloading later, she quickly moved her feet toward the fence.

Hooking her hands through the gaps, Wendy quickly scaled the chain link and swung over the top. Pushing off as the metal rattled, she landed in the garbage bin among discarded refuse just as a dozen walking corpses rounded the corner behind her.

Pushing her body over the lip and setting her scuffed boots on the pavement, the girl glanced back as the dead staggered and moaned, their cries mixing in with the distant noises of the necropolis. Some were still on fire, their skin blackened and cracked. A few were missing parts of their faces, loose muscle and flesh flapping with their movements as they sought the teenager.

"Sorry…no dinner for you assholes today" she quipped with a smirk before sliding up to the left corner of the alleyway. Peering out, she only saw a deserted street as a few cars were parked along the far side. The right end of the street was a barricade blocked by a garbage truck, but nothing seemed to be of interest in that direction. Moving forward, Wendy left the tiny horde behind as she moved past a music store. It was dark inside as she peered in, but she didn't want to risk making any more commotion then necessary. For all she knew, there could be half a dozen of the dead locked in a storeroom in the back…or some half crazed survivor.

No…she had a destination in mind as she moved past, her gun pointed to the ground as she kept an eye out on her surroundings. Coming to the end of the street a minute later, Wendy wiped some of the drool and blood from her cheeks as she stood in the former T-intersection.

The road south was completely blocked by a tangle of wrecks, her eyes spotting several corpses hanging from broken car doors or slumped against the hoods. Others…were moving in the tangle of twisted steel, but non seemed to figure out a path as the night sky pushed another breeze toward her. It had a nip of chill in it, but the soft wind was nothing to her as she looked north. Walking forward, Wendy kept her gun at the ready as her senses flared for information. She couldn't let her guard down just because the road way looked empty.

The left side of the road had a gate with a strange sundial of jewels she could see, but it was missing several of them. An alleyway directly across the way lead to a commercial pathway that was lined with small shops and restaurants, but nothing seemed to move down that way as well.

Walking forward, a firetruck had crashed into a police cruiser on the left, the larger vehicle practically crushing the black and white car as a dead fireman hung over the windshield. A deceased police officer rested against the door of his squad car, a long piece of metal sticking through his chest as the empty eyes stared off into the night. Several other vehicles had slammed into it from behind, sealing off the roadway to the north…except for half that led directly to the press office.

Eyes catching sight of a reddish-orange box near his thigh among piles of shattered glass, Wendy quickly walked over to pick it up. It was a box of 9mm bullets according to the description. Allowing herself a soft smile, she shook the tiny container to find it still partially full. Sliding the sleeve open, the girl quickly counted seventeen fresh rounds for future use. Continuing her search, she found five twelve gauge shotgun shells in his pockets….but no corresponding weapon. While feeling disgusted for searching a corpse, these bullets could save her life and it would be foolish to waste them.

Standing up as she placed the valuable finds in her pouch, the teenager started to head toward the press office. Moving slowly up the roadway towards the turn, she passed another wreck as her senses flared up from the sudden start of a new sound.

'Bang! Rattle! Bang!'

A heavy barricade was shifting and bucking at the entrance to an alleyway along side the far corner of the newspaper building as several rotting arms and hands poked through. Ravished moans of the dead wafted over the night air, their bays for hunger almost sorrowful as Wendy moved toward the heavy, wooden doors of the structure.

'CRASH!'

The barricade fell forward with a tumble of bodies as a few dozen of the dead spilled over each other in a pile. Some limbs broke and snapped under the weight as their nightmarish rasps filled the air. But that didn't slow them down as some started to rise, eyeing the human girl who had let out a silent curse.

"Shit!" she hissed out before yanking on the door handle…only to find it locked. Eye's going wide as fear and dread creeped up her spine, Wendy backed away from the locked entranceway. Raising her pistol to the nearest shambling body, her aim centered on the forehead while the head bobbed and weaved. Firing, it was a true shot as the projectile bore through the skull in an explosive passage.

The zombie fell easily, but more were coming and Wendy didn't have enough ammunition or time to kill them all.

"Dammit!" she cursed while shifting her aim to the next closest of the horde…a former business woman that had half her jaw torn away as sinews of flesh dangled. Her gait was skewered from a broken foot as Wendy fired, the echoing gunshot winging the temple as bits of blood flew away. Vision scanning for a possible way out of this situation, her hopes rose as she settled on the partially boarded up window to the lobby of the newspaper. Glass was sill hanging in the sill as two boards were nailed across the top…but she could easily fit.

"Fuck it! A few cuts are better than this!" she told herself before jumping through the window as the encroaching horde of the undead was only fifteen feet away. Shards of glass splintered and broke under the force as her backside barely cleared the closest plank of wood. A few small cuts formed on her cheeks, dripping slivers of crimson as Wendy came up into a roll.

Hurrying to her feet, the first of the dead was already at the window as its simple mind tried to figure out how to get the warm human inside. More were gathering, their rasps like a crescendo as they gathered outside with their hideous wounds illuminated by the moon above.

Looking around in a panic, Wendy tried to find some sort of escape route in the ruined lobby that had blood stains and furniture strewn about in a haphazard manner. Finally settling on the stairwell, she cursed her luck as the fire shutter was completely down. An emergency button was humming under a red light, ready to release the metal shutter. Running across the tiled floor in a sprint, Wendy slammed a palm against the button. The partition started to slowly rise, its scraping wheels echoing off the walls…before it got stuck at about a foot and a half.

"NO!" She yelled in frustration before turning at the sound of cracking wood and insistent gasps. The first of the dead was trying to climb through, the plank finally broken as more waited their turn. Raising her firearm, the laser light stabbed through the lobby as she quickly fired. The slug tore through the throat of the dead man in overalls, severing tendons as the head lost much of its support. Dangling at a sickening angle as strands of muscle exposed themselves, the zombie grunted as it tried to climb though once more. Firing off another round, her nose tickled at the stench of cordite as her second round bore through the former human's left eye. Falling among the hungry horde, he was easily replaced by another outside as Wendy's hopes to buy time were dashed.

"NO MORE TIME!" She scolded herself as she grabbed her bat and threw it under the shutter to the staircase beyond. Hearing the thud of a zombie falling to the floor, Wendy pressed herself flat and started to crawl under the partition in a panic.

"HERE! GIVE ME YOUR HAND!" A woman commanded from mere feet away as the manicured fingers extended. Not arguing, Wendy grasped the open palm with her own as she felt herself being pulled under the steel shutter. She had barely cleared it when a skeletal hand gripped her boot, trying to pull her back toward a hungry maw of grimy teeth filled with disease.

"AH! GET OFF ME!" Wendy screamed before kicking with her other foot. The other woman was still pulling her forward, but the zombie was coming with as its rotting face with peeling skin made itself known under the edge of the barrier. It snarled and snapped, trying to bring the girls foot to its mouth as the second woman let go and ran to a lifting handle on the left side. Gripping it firmly, she brought it down with feminine force, crushing the zombies head in one blow as brain and bits of gore splashed against the floor. Reaching up to the corner, the taller female quickly unhooked the emergency release power. After all, it wouldn't take much for one of the undead to hit that button again.

Gasping for air as she slowly pushed herself up a few steps as the metal partition shuddered under blows, Wendy finally got a look at her rescuer. A blonde woman in her mid twenties, she looked to have an athletic build as her hair was cut to end below her ears. Dressed in a burgundy pant suit, her jacket was hanging open as a white shirt covered her torso. She had a gun holstered and a small pouch on her right hip the teenager observed before finally speaking as her adrenaline crashed from the close call.

"Th…thanks…There was too many to fight…I'm…I'm Wendy. Wendy Marvell" she gasped between breaths on the cold staircase as the woman turned to face her with a soft smile.

"Nice to meet you Wendy. I'm Alyssa…Alyssa Ashcroft"

And boom! That's my cliffhanger for now! I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! But don't worry, there will be more in the future! If you're wondering, Allyssa will be a MC in this story as she and Wendy work together to escape this nightmare. But don't worry, there will be other's as well. I'm actually hoping to have a few more survivors living through this…well…more like they cross paths instead too…

But all in all, I hope those that read this enjoy it and leave some positive comments or reviews!

Wendy: Oh..that sucked! THIS SUCKS SO MUCH!

Alyssa: At least you have a companion now

This is thehappy signing off!