AN: Hey everyone. This is a new idea i've recently come up with. For those of you who have been asking, no I have not given up on With Great Power and I will be continuing it shortly. I've been writing this fic for a couple weeks now and most of my focus has been on this. I needed a mind break from WGP as I was suffering a creative block.

Fortunately, I got a new story idea from watching Zombieland. I know there are a few zombie fics out there already, so I decided to put a Faberry/Brittana (main focus on Faberry) twist onto the beloved movie hit.

I expect to update this every week and hopefully return to WGP in no time :)

As always, I appreciate your feedback and support. You lovely people are what make me enjoy writing.

Let me know if I should post the rest!

Cheers!

This is it. This is where all of my talent, skill, ambition and perfection had gotten me in life. Forget about all of my childhood, fairytale dreams and goals of making it to broadway, winning multiple tony awards, living in a beautiful mansion with my lovely husband and adoring children. Enjoying the idea of growing old together, reminiscing on the good old days of fame and stardom as we flip through our childrens year book pictures on the deck.

Nope. Those dreams are long gone. They have been for almost eight months now. At least since the last time I had the chance to look at a calendar.

Yes, here I am. Filling up some run down, Toyota Corola at a big stop somewhere just outside of Wisconsin. Poor old grannie was still holding onto the steeringwheel for dear life when I found her. Dead, obviously. The virus, fortunately, didn't get to her system fast enough to infect her as well.

No amount of sanitary wipes and car fresheners could rid the smell inside the vehicle. Luckly for me, I've grown accustomed to the rotting odour of decaying bodies and stale blood and guts.

However, seeing the gas light slowly light up my dashboard was both revielling, because of the mild stench, yet nerve racking, due to.. well.. obvious reasons.

So here I am. Filling up the tank with one hand while my eyes and ears scout the surrounding area, waiting to signal my other limb to fire the double barrel shotgun I am supporting steadily by my side.

My senses are awakened by the low rumble of a dumpster across the parking lot. My eyes struggle against the darkness and low lit lot to gain a proper view at the disturbance. Finally, I see the object fast approaching myself and my tiny vehicle. I quickly glance to the gas meter which reads $58.78 and escalating at a painfully slow speed towards its next notch of a full tank.

Close enough..

As quickly as I can, I remove the filler and close the gas cap, propping the gun upon my shoulder as I make my way around the car I temporarily call my own.

The man is fast approaching, seemingly supporting a limp to his left ankle. My guess is he fell out of the dumpser, attempting to gain access to me faster than his disgusting corps could carry him.

Never the less, he was still moving quite fast. I prop the gun once more, aiming steadily at the oncoming nuissance.

I'm about to shoot the creature until my ears catch another grumbling behind me. I turn to see another digusting mess barrelling towards me. This time, a woman. Well, at least that's what she used to be.

I turn sharply and effectively dodge her, turning just in time to yet again avoid the first limping maniac. I take off towards the far end of the parking lot in effort to lure the two away from my get away vehicle.

That's the one thing I havn't lost completely along with my old dreams: my excellent ability to run for miles and sprint for short periods of time without real fatigue. I have my- well.. had.. my 6AM elyptical routines to thank for that. Now, instead of waking seven days a week to work out to a never ending, yet never annoying, iTunes repeat of "Break My Stride" for 45 minutes each morning, I have thousands of virus infected lunatics to thank for my killer physique.. no pun intended..

This brings me to rule number one of how to survive in the new world: Cardio.

Oh yah, I guess my brilliant obessiion with PowerPoints and organizational skills stuck around too..

I swerve to the right and turn my torso quickly to shoot the famale right in the eye socket which was already missing an eye. I don't stick around to watch her convulse and moan on the pavement and focus on making it back to the car. I take this adrenaline rush to sprint towards my waiting escape, making sure to leave my little friend in the dust.

I reach the car in no time, but fumble with my keys. I hear his ragged breath and throaty moans and groans fast approaching behind me. For a guy with a limp, he sure moves quick. I try not to focus too much on that and try and direct my attention to the damn keys in my hands.

I drop them in a rare moment of panic and decide to abandon them and my tiny car temporarily to once again avoid this plague.

I gain a small amount of distance from the being and make a sharp barrell roll to the left beside a light poll to take quick cover. I prop the gun back upon my shoulder and take a clear shot at his torso. Not my best shot I'll admit, but it was still effective enough to blow him off his jog and drop him to the ground much like my keys only moments ago.

My fucking keys..

I stand up and saunter warily towards the convulsing mess of a man, glaring in disgust as his bloody oozing expression. I cock my gun once more and aim it right at his missing nose.

This brings me to rule number two: The Double Tap.

My close range shot blows his swollen gaudy head clean off his shoulders. I realease the breath I was holding and head towards my wating vehicle, trying to remain unphased by the last several minutes.

I pick up my keys from the cold ground and go to finally unlock my annoying door, only to notice that it was unlocked all along.

Of-fucking-course..

The car starts easily and I watch impressively as my gas guage rises to full without trouble or hesitation.

I strap my seatbelt firmly around my body and begin to move the car into gear and out of the now abandoned parking lot. That was until I glance in the review mirror only to see an awaking monster of a man lunging towards my neck from the back seat.

I floor the gas and start swerving back and fourth, trying to knock the man off of his consentration which is my expossed neck. It's proving to be effective, that is iuntil I look ahead to see my car heading straight for the gas station building.

I lower both my feet as hard as I can and close my eyes to avoid as much of the glass from the upcoming impact as possible. Within seconds, I feel my body being restrained behind the leather belt and hear the crash of the body flying through the windsheild and into the store in front of me.

Rule number three: Always Wear Your Seatbelts.

I open my eyes to see the man unmoving inside the building. I sigh in relief of not needing to initiate rule number 2 twice in a matter of five minutes.

I look at my crushed hood and shake my head in disbelief.

Fourth car this week..

I admit to myself that I need a new car and exit the damaged wreck, kicking the door closed in frustration.

I enter the store and grab as much supplies as I can fit in my tiny green backpack. Chips, protein bars, gatorade and a jumbo Aquafina from the freezer. I check behind the counter for possible ammunition or weapons and luckily find a rather large knife velcrowed to the bottom of the chair, along with a handgun and ammunition.

Daylight is fast approaching and I decide to make my eay to the highway to look for another mode of transportation. Preferably something that will hold up nicely against gas station windows..

I move forward with the gun in my hand and the Elphaba themed backpack on my shoulders. I make sure not to look back at the distruction behind me, for sometimes it hits me after all the chaos of what this world has turned into. What it's people have turned into. So it's best not to look back and it's important to only move forward.

Oh. If I havn't already mentioned, my name is Rachel Berry: the last known, uninfected human being in the world. Or, as I've learned to call it: Zombieland.

There's the first chapter! One of the other three characters will be brought in next chapter. For anyone who has seen Zombieland already.. any idea on who Tallahassee might be? I'll let ya's guess ;)