Author's note: Hello... First story up. I know, quick. However, I had this one for a while and I have wanted to put it up online for a while now. Nothing interesting, just another story to add to the collection ^^ Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Achievement Hunter/RoosterTeeth men even if I wanted to own them. I have no affiliation with them and therefore this is not in any way part of them. This is simply for other's enjoyment.


Chapter 1

It was a little past eleven at night when the sandy blond was finishing up his work for the next installment of "Let's Play." Boring work really, though since the man won the previous episode, Ryan was forced to edit, make presentable, and make sure it was uploading properly for YouTube. He leaned back in the rather comfortable couch, stretching his arms and cracking his fingers in bliss as he reviewed his work with a half asleep expression, taking a sip of his water before he continued to blankly watch. Once it was up and going, Ryan stood up and went to take a walk around the building as he knew that this would take some time to fully upload to their channel.

As he walked around, Ryan did not appreciate the darkness that the rest of the workers left him in even if they knew he would still be here. He could feel a bit of bit of paranoia taking the best of him as he turned on the lights and cautiously looked around. Guess it was just he was like that, preferring to take a more cautious route when alone so that he was not as easily scared as like the rest of his little Achievement Hunter group; though even with careful preparation and internal calculation, he would still jump at the sudden scares. He checked once more before heading back to go see how the progress went as he felt a little too freaked out from the sounds he could hear outside. The man groaned as he saw that it was only at fifty percent and nearly twelve in the morning.

He flopped down onto the couch and glared at the bar as if that would make it go faster, though it did not look like it was moving even with a more careful observation. He found himself dozing off, however, his head nodding a bit before he shook his head to try to stay awake; even slapping his cheek a little in a vain attempt. It did not seem to work, as he fell asleep where he was sitting; chin to his chest and his arms crossed against his mid-section.

Ryan jolted from his slumber at the sudden vibration of his phone, taking a moment to calm down before taking the buzzing contraption out of his pocket and squinted his eyes, putting his glasses on to look more clearly at the caller identification.

Gavin. He wonder why the friendly Brit was calling him at such an early time. He thought that he was with his friend Dan in England. Perhaps not as he was calling him at this very moment.

"Hello..." He grumbled, almost grumpy like. Ryan rubbed his eyes to clear his vision and hopefully wake up more, "why are you calling me at such time?" There was a bit of silence, though when he spoke it was almost rushed and scared, and a much deeper tone than the Brit's.

"We're practically scrambling towards the building... They say it's safer. Just stay there if you can Ryan…" the call was becoming unclear, and Ryan was soon left in a very thick silence after trying to get through to talking to the other in a poor attempt to know what the scare was all about.

He leaned back in his seat, letting the phone slip out of his hands and he listened carefully now; quite honestly scared out of his mind about what was happening. Though then began to laugh when he up with the conclusion that it was most likely all just a big scam that the others were trying to get him to believe to be frightened. A big early April Fool's joke. It made him uneasy actually, his stomach twisting into a knot slowly and it almost pained him. He put his head in his hands and waited for his friends to arrive, hopefully with no scratches on their bodies.

The sudden banging on the door to the Achievement Hunter office startled him, and the sandy blond slowly rose to his feet. He stopped, glancing around for a weapon if it was someone unwanted. The knocking got louder and louder, almost desperate and there was some murmuring. Ryan stood his ground as he didn't find anything sharper than a pencil and looked at the wooden barrier.

"Who is it...?" He said cautiously, keeping his voice low yet loud enough for the receiver to hear, and his body was tensed for when the door was going to be busted down from how hard the other was banging on the wood. When he heard the voice, Ryan slowly relaxed himself just a little as he went to the door.

"C'mon, fucker! Ya got fucking five cunts out here waiting to get the fuck in!" The door was very hesitantly opened after the mad king identified the voice, though it was busted in by the curly-haired gamer. He was followed by the rest of the 'five cunts'. Geoff, being the last one, closed and locked the door out of caution.

Ryan looked towards the others, taking a step back before speaking. "What's happening? All I know from what Gavin had briefly told me is that there is something out there... What is that something?" The other men looked among each other, almost silently deciding who would tell the computer guy in front of them. Jack stepped forward, sighing heavily. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, trying to find a way to tell the other the most recent news.

"It's not easy to say, Ryan... But..." The bearded man was interrupted by Michael, who simply did not like the gentle approach that the older was giving, shoving him away and stood in front of Ryan.

"There's fucking zombie things going out there," he bluntly finished, crossing his arms against his chest and ignored the glare that he got from Jack, "don't ask me how the fuck that happened. It all started some place other than Texas. They said some small ass country in fucking Asia. I don't know. I don't give a shit. But those fucks are fucking after everything alive." Ryan started to snicker, and that seemed to tick off the younger.

"The fuck you laughing at?!" He yelled, hands thrown up into the air and voice cracking, "It's fucking real! All over the damn news!" Michael was pulled away and tried to be called down by Gavin, though that just ended up at the older yelling at the man, who cringed but still tried to help. The two of them were eventually yelled at by Geoff, who had hen stopped their loud bickering.

"I was stuck here all night. Had at least, oh," he glanced down at his watch, covering his mouth as he yawned, "twenty minutes of restful sleep. To be bombarded by you five. Then told that this was a supposed zombie apocalypse. I cannot help by in that humorous and pathetic. That in no way is possible. Cannot be some airborne, would make us all sick! This has to be some sort…"he stopped talking as the other's looked quite lost. Ryan gave an awkward shrug before slowly backing off and sat own in one of the chairs, hands folded in his lap.

The thick silence was broken by the sound of sirens going past the building, all gazes going towards the window and a couple of the men went towards the windows. Ray cringed away when he noticed a few of the people being loaded into the medical vehicle, seeing how their bodies were torn in half gruesomely. One of the people even screaming loudly having to be strapped to the gurney as his thrashing became too much for the paramedic to contain. The image stuck in the Puerto Ricans' head and he gagged a bit, having to go towards where Jack was standing next to the door so that he could somehow calm his twisted up stomach. The rest of the men simply stared, unable to take their eyes away from the image. The ambulances sped off, and it seemed that more and more took that one vehicle's place.

"This can't be real… This isn't some damn prank that you and the rest of this damn building to set me up to finally scare me is it..?" Ryan almost asked, glancing between the other five, "I mean… this has to be some… Some sort of frivolous thing that I did and you guys are making it up… This has to be something that we can laugh about later on and get embarrassed about or some bull shit like that..." It seemed that the men's response was the same, all shaking their heads almost simultaneously and did not seem to be lying. The mad king swallowed thickly, taking a dare and looked out the window.

He did not see anything completely wrong, besides for someone running into the building. Perhaps to find refuge in the large building. The man's eyebrows crinkled as he could hear the fast running and almost animalistic growling that came from the person that ran into the building as it got close to their location. Okay, maybe someone with a mental disorder that was coming in to scare him and the others. He noticed the rest of the crew was put off by it, as if they were not expecting the random man, and now all was looking at the wooden barrier. Swallowing the large lump in his throat, he walked towards the door and began to unlock despite the hand that was on his to vainly try and stop his actions. Too curious to know what was behind the door, he peaked his head out and glanced. Left, nothing. Even when he looked to the right, there was again nothing off putting to him. Though center was when he became very disgusted as he could see something limping. Pieces of bloodied flesh came off the bone as it limped around, looking around rather blindly. He could hear the moans and cries that came from the mutant thing. Ryan squinted, though before he could go out any further as his curiosity got the best of him, he was pulled back and the door was quietly closed and locked again. He looked back towards the rest of the men and then back at the door. Okay, maybe he should start believing the others more. This seemed too real to not fake it, as even make up could not produce such the atrocious smell of rotting flesh and how the fat and muscle simply fell off the bone. But, there was a little piece of him that still thought this was so fake. Ryan nervously laughed, leaning against the door.

"I still do not believe you dim wits for one second still… It looks false… Like… where is the projector located? On the ceiling so I cannot see it?" He gave another nervous laugh as the others stared at him with the same expressions, not a single reply as well.

"Ryan…" the man in statement looked towards the voice, practically hearing the nervousness. How the older could look so calm yet was so afraid in tone at the same time. It was a long time he could see that from his boss. How his usually loud self become so quiet and scared, "I know that we would not lie to you, man. Ya know you're one of my buddies…" there as a small period of silence, collecting thoughts in that time frame.

The eldest drew in a deep breath before nodding, "C'mon assholes… we need to go. The car is still running and shit… we can't stand around here anymore… It's gonna get swarmed soon since the noises.." he looked around for a window to climb out of because he sure as hell knew that he nor the others was going to go through the doorway. Especially since the creature was lurking about and how hungry for fresh flesh it was looking.

After finding a window that was able to be opened, the sleepy looking man began to unlock it with fumbling fingers. Rushed as he wanted to get himself and his friends to the actual safe house. He did not know where the area was, but he hoped that it was close by. The more he thought about safety, the more he hoped as well that his wife and daughter was going there as well like they said they would before he scrambled out of the house to collect everyone else. Geoff gripped the latch even tighter, his hands shaking more.

Getting the window opened proved to take longer than he wanted it to take. He motioned them to go through first, checking around as he heard a sound before going through the window himself. Geoff took another gander around the parking lot before quickly going towards the running car, everyone else scrambling towards the vehicle once they realized that the leader was walking ahead of them and piled into the car as quick as they could. Not very quietly though, as it alerted some of the things that were roaming around, a couple of them ramming into the sides.

Gavin practically screamed like a little girl as he saw the milky white eyes, clinging onto Michael for his life; but it did not help the situation as the rage quit gamer was yelling just as loud at the sight of another blind thing that rammed itself into the other cracking window. It did not take long for the getaway car to drive off after that, the passengers sloshing around as they sped off. It attracted more of the mutants, and soon they were having to ram the car into the horde. Flesh cluttered the front window and the windshield wipers went on, the smell and blood was sickening. The front of the car was becoming dented very quickly from the heavy bodies that were being rammed into the front.

The car eventually came to a shuddering stop, Geoff letting out a long string of curse words as he hit the steering wheel in frustration as he noticed the smoke that was rising from underneath the hood. He looked behind himself, eyes clouded with fear as he watched the other's try and situate themselves. Looking just as scared and nervous as he. The words he wanted to say were clogged up in his throat, and all he could do was lean back in his spot and cover his face with his hands. He took this moment to try and calm himself down, breathing in once and holding it before letting it go and doing it a couple more times.

The leader slowly took his hands away and opened his eyes, glancing behind himself once more before speaking in a low tone, going through the glove compartment and took out a small survival pack he kept there, checking that everything was in there and secured.

"We need to go… it's going to take too long to fix this fucking junk. Just… someone take the duffel in the back and lets go." His voice had cracked several times. Geoff cautiously opened the door and turned on the yellow, miniature flashlight that came in the pack that he put into his front pocket. The ground was somewhat lit up, it did not help much though as the other source of light was the street lights. He looked back and waited for the other's, becoming increasing paranoid about his surroundings. It got worse the more he started to then think about his family, where they were. If they were okay. He could feel tears yet again. Odd, the last time he remember crying was when his daughter Millicent was born, though that was a joyous time with tears of happiness. This was more of survive or be eaten time and it scared him greatly. He was quick to rub them away when the other's caught up quickly, taking count before looking head. Trying to keep his tough role leader persona strong and so that the others knew that at least someone was not weak and could lead them towards safety. Or so he hoped that way, he did not need the others to know that he was as equally afraid. He wanted everything to be fine, and for that the others to reunite with their love ones. He wished that this was over soon as well so things go back to normal and he could truly laugh about this and make this a good memory.