So I decided to do a series, after much thinking. I was thinking of writing more oneshots but I had an idea for a series and it won me over.

Always wanted to do a series, but I never had the time. But now, I have a plot figured out and now I'm actually very excited to write it!

It's gonna be from the perspectives of Ellis and Zoey, but maybe a few others too. Maybe.

It's set in the countryside outside of Rayford, shall we say? Oh, and the two groups have never met each other or anything like that.

Anyway, enough talking. Let's get right into it, shall we? Please R&R. Much love, my darlings!

Chapter 1

"Run!"

I looked back at Nick, who was firing his rifle desperately at the tank. I heard his yell, but my body didn't co-operate with his orders. I froze to the spot, just gawking hopelessly at the scene. The cornfield had caught ablaze from Rochelle's molotov and it was hastily spreading behind me. I don't even know where Coach or Rochelle are, I was swatted like a fly by the muscle massed beast and I awoke with Nick standing over me, pulling me to my feet, the other two nowhere in sight.

I stumbled clumsily, everything appearing shaky. The continuous volley of shots beside me and the roar of the tank made everything else seem blurry. I felt disorientated and lost, not knowing what to do. Complete mayhem surrounded me and I was stuck in the middle of it all, bewildered and semi-conscience.

"Ellis! Go!"

With the second time of asking, my legs began to carry me through the stalks of corn, not even attempting to swat them out of the way. I just let them hit me as I stumbled through the crop field. The gunshots began to sound more distant as I broke into a sprint. I had to run. I had to get away from here.

My legs felt extremely weak.

My head was spinning.

Everything was unclear to me. I was scared out of my mind and I was panicking. I just kept sprinting as hard as I could until my lungs screamed for air.

I slowed down eventually, my hands landing on my knees as I attempted to catch my breath. The palms of my hands stung, I flipped them over to reveal several tiny cuts that also ran up most of my forearm. I had obviously tried to break my fall by extending out my arms.

The world gradually slowed down, and I began to realize Nick hadn't followed me.

I began to realize that I was horrifically alone and everything was far too silent.

My mind instantly began to panic; but I drew some more deep breaths to compose myself. I was just being stupid and paranoid.

"I cannot freak out right now."

Scared out of my mind, I began to shiver slightly. A cold wind blew across the cornfield, rustling the large stalks.

"There's something else here."

Paranoia began to kick in, I was suddenly spinning around in circles, constantly looking over my shoulder, fearing a hunter or a smoker is hiding in the crops. I reached round my back for my gun, but I felt the soft fabric of my t-shirt instead.

"I don't have any weapons."

I must've lost it when I got hit by the tank. I mentally kicked myself for being such an idiot and not picking it up again. Feeling incredibly alone, I stepped back. Spinning around, I felt surrounded by a hidden threat.

Not knowing what else to do, I resorted to basic human reactions when it senses it's in danger.

Fight or flight. And I couldn't exactly fight.

I began sprinting again, no direction in mind. Just away from there. My breaths became more short and ragged, feeling absolutely terrified. It felt like something was chasing me but I didn't dare to turn around. Everything is an enemy. Everything is trying to kill me.

I had always felt confident when I had the three with me, knowing they had my back, but now that I was alone, I was scared out of my senses. Anything and everything could kill me now. It was open season.

I heard noises all around me. I am going to die. I am going to die in a cornfield in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Light. There was light in the not-so-far distance. I forced my legs to carry me, as much as they wanted to buckle under the exhaustion.

I burst out of the cornfield, and hopped the rickety wooden fence. I was now in a wide open field. I suddenly missed the cover of the corn stalks.

I was now feeling the full effect of the icy gusts, goosebumps appearing along my arms. I shivered again and rubbed my forearms, trying to contract temporary heat. I had no idea where I was or where my friends were. I took in my surroundings, the darkening grey sky above me only served in enhancing my worry. I could see the smoke from the fire Rochelle had caused but I had no immediate desire to go back into the cornfield.

The only sound besides the chilly wind blowing across the vast plot of land was a lone crow, cawing rather irritatingly for some reason. I picked up a rock and launched it at the scarecrow it was perched on. It took off in a gust of black feathers and even louder caws.

I cursed under my breath and desperately scanned around me for anything else. I spotted what looked like a farmhouse over the next hedge. Not seeing anywhere else of value to explore, I began to stroll over in its direction.

The overturned soil was soft and I sank into it, dirt and pebbles spilling into my work boots. It was physically strenuous to walk through and I found myself wiping sweat from my brow before I was even halfway through the field.

There was a gate which was around up to my chest, it led into the farmhouse. A barn sat beside the structure, its red lick of paint chipping off due to time. I clambered over the fence with ease and began strolling right for the house, just wanting temporary shelter.

Then I remembered I was weaponless and I had no idea what was here.

I slowly dropped down and began creeping through the property. I spotted a woodpile out of the corner of my eye and threaded over to it, eyeing the axe that was lodged into the wedge of firewood.

I managed to pull it out with a bit of pulling and I inspected the weapon, the handle looked worn out but the blade looked like it was sharpened not too long ago. It wouldn't be enough to survive for long but it was surely better than nothing.

"It'll have to do, I guess."

I decided to search the barn first, the large doors were already ajar. I crept up to it and peered in slowly, my axe ready to swing at anything on the other side.

Hay bales, a pitchfork, an ancient looking tractor, the smell of sawdust, but no zombies.

I released a breath of relief and sat myself down on one of the hay bales, appreciating a small moment of respite. My body was beaten and exhausted. Everything hurt, but I was no stranger to this feeling. I had nothing to ease the pain with.

"I need a plan."

I strummed through my brain for any ideas. I needed to find a gun if I wanted any chance of survival, an old axe wouldn't be enough. I then needed to locate my friends. After that, was beyond my thoughts for the moment.

I gazed back up at the farmhouse. It was on a slight hill, situated on higher ground then the barn. It was a strategically easy place to hold out in, for a night at least. My stomach growled quite audibly.

"I hope it has food."

I couldn't remember the last time I had a full stomach, probably before the infection broke out. I patted my belly and grinned slightly. I wondered what happened to Nick, as he was in combat with a tank when I last saw him. I couldn't help but worry.

"Nick can take care of himself, calm down man."

I rubbed some dirt on my hands onto my mustard t-shirt and sighed. Getting to my feet, I stretched my back and heard a quiet pop. I began to make my way towards the farmhouse.

My legs were still sore from a day of running and I welcomed the chance of some sleep with open arms. I sauntered through the white-picket gate and up the small slope to the front door. I stopped momentarily and glanced down at a rosebed, spotting the wilted flowers, dead from neglect.

"That about sums up this crappy apocalypse."

Suddenly, the front door smashed open, revealing a young woman in a red jacket with a rifle trained at me. The steely look on her face told me she was most likely going to kill me.

I completely froze. My axe was at the ready but there was no way I could win this debacle. I knew well she would shoot me if I moved a single muscle.

There was no other sound besides our breathing. Hers were shaky and quick, perhaps hinting that she was just as scared as I was. I gazed up at her, she had dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail. I couldn't help but think that this girl was actually very attractive. Her green eyes glared down at me, I felt myself cowering under her stare.

The woman that was about to kill me was rather gorgeous actually.

I literally had to be the only person left on this earth that would think of something like this before they die. I shook the thoughts out of my head and just glanced back at her, trying to look at her with a straight face.

"What are you doing here?!" She hissed in a hushed tone.

A/N: So, what do you think? I will try and update as soon as I can. Thank you so much for reading! R&R please!

Much love.