Author's Notes: This story is a cross over between X-Men Evolution and 28 Days Later. For those of you who are reading my other fics I just want to tell you that I will still work on New Friends and New Evils, and I will try to finish Puppet Master Evolution. This is sort of an alternate plot line taking place after Self Possessed. This story may take a few pages to get interesting, please be patient.

Please tell me what you think of this crossover.

Disclaimer- I do not own anything from X-Men Evolution or 28 Days Later. DO NOT SUE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warning: There will be violence and deaths of some of the Evo characters.

Waking Up in Chaos

The Nightmares plagued her mind every night she was in the infirmary of the Xavier Institute. She was still haunted by the events that had occurred the night of the concert. The same question ran through her mind over and over again. "Why Risty? Why couldn't you be real? You were mah only human friend. Why did you have to be Mystique?"

No one could understand the pain she was in, well maybe Logan, but other than that she was the only one who would understand the pain.

It had been nearly a month since the people she absorbed took control of her, and Rogue was still in the bed of the infirmary. She was almost always sleeping. Every now and again she would slip into consciousness for only a short period of time, but other than that she was left with her own thoughts in her dreams. She was all alone.

The last thing she remembered fully was Logan talking to her about how betrayal always sticks with a person, but she would learn to deal with that. Other than that all she saw was blackness.

Now, after all that time in her own mind she felt herself come back into full consciousness. It was a slow and sluggish feeling. Her eyes opened and she finally could feel where she really was. All her senses returned to her. Sight being the first.

Rogue sat up in the bed. She wondered why there was no one down there with her. She expected to at least see Mr. McCoy.

"Hello," she called out. "Mr. McCoy?! Professor?! Is anybody here?!"

There was no reply. She pulled the covers off of herself and stood on the floor.

It was then that the second sense hit.

She could feel a cold breeze flow throughout the room. It made her shiver.

All she was wearing at the time was a greenish white hospital T-shirt. Her arms and legs were pretty much entirely exposed.

It was when she felt the breeze that she noticed the door to the infirmary was no longer there. It looked like it had been torn off.

Rogue looked at the empty door way curiously.

"Is anyone out there?"

Still she received no answer.

Her heart began to pound. The silence around her was so unnerving. Usually there was some sort of noise in the institute, and you could hear it no matter where you were.

Rogue walked out the empty door way grabbing two white rubber hospital gloves in the process.

She slipped them onto her hands when she made it into the institute. As soon as she was out of the infirmary she gasped at the terrible sight.

The Institute was in ruins. Much like what happened the day mutants were discovered. But in this case the damages were not as severe.

This wreckage was not a result of an explosion. The place was completely torn apart. It looked as if some sort of battle had happened. Nearly everything was destroyed.

Rogue began to panic. The X-Men were no where to be seen.

She began running through what was left of the institute screaming for anyone.

"HELLO! ANYBODY! IS ANYBODY HERE?!"

She began yelling out names; hoping somebody would hear her.

"LOGAN! KURT! SCOTT!"

She even yelled the name of the person she hated. "JEAN!"

She didn't care who came. She just wanted somebody. She wanted somebody to hear her, somebody to be with her, just so she knew she wasn't alone in this.

It took her a while but she made it outside. She was till screaming, calling for anybody to hear her.

And at that moment she stopped. Her gaze focused on the outside of the institute.

It was not only the institute that was in ruins, but all of Bayeville. Everything was destroyed.

Rogue began to walk backwards into the institute. She could not take her eyes off of the many ruins.

Everything looked abandoned. It was like she was the only person left on Earth.

She was alone. For the first time in her life she was truly alone.

As she moved backward into the institute her foot banged against something large and stiff.

The Goth hit the ground hard with a thud. She let out a groan as a sharp and quick pain moved up her back.

For a few moments she just lied there. She was in no hurry to get up. As far as she was concerned there was no point in even getting up at all, but she knew she had to.

She lifted her head up, slowly and easily. And that was when she saw what she had tripped over.

"Oh God," she said. "Roberto."

There lying in front of her was the corpse of Roberto.

He lay on the ground, face starring lifelessly at the sky. The position of his body indicated he had been thrown back or tackled by something.

His torso was mangled; covered in many scratches and claw marks, like he had been attacked by some kind of animal.

He had to have been attacked during the night, otherwise his mutant abilities would have helped him prevent his demise.

Rogue stood from where she had fallen and looked at the dead body. What ever the mess was that Rogue was now in it was bad. She was alone in the middle of an abandoned city, not knowing what happened to everyone that had thrived in it.

She looked back out to the condemned Bayeville and whispered to herself, "what happened here?"

It took Rogue quite a while to come to her senses. She had mourned for Roberto for quite some time. It was true that she did not really know him, but still he was a member of the institute.

Rogue found it sad that she never got to know him. But she could not worry about that now. She had to deal with the situation at hand.

After paying her respects to Roberto she left the institute grounds. She was not concerned about her exposed skin, it wasn't like she was going to run into anybody.

As she made her way through the desolate streets she saw some of the destruction. And there was plenty to see.

Windows were shattered in local shops and buildings. There were many crashed cars all along the roadside or in the dead center of it. But strangely enough there were no other dead bodies to be found.

Rogue's thoughts spun around in her head as she walked through the grim city. She tried to think of an explanation for all that she saw.

She talked out loud to herself. In this case she did not fear anyone listening to her thoughts.

"Maybe this is the result of some sort of terrorist attack." She quickly shot that lame thought aside.

"It couldn't have been a nuclear explosion," she said to herself, "if it were Ah would have been obliterated."

"Maybe we were bombed or something? No bombs wouldn't make everyone disappear."

In no time she stopped trying to think of an explanation. All that thinking was giving her a massive headache. Probably because she was still weak from laying in that hospital bed for so long.

She tried her best to ignore the throbbing, but it was to no avail. Luckily she was passing by a local convenient store. She figured there was no harm in at least checking it out to see if she could find a bottle of aspirin no matter how slime the chances of finding some were. What else was she going to do?

She walked through the broken doorway and into the store.

The destruction obviously took its toll in there as well. Many shelves were knocked over and displays for food were thrown about all over the place. But as unusual as it seemed most of the products of the store were still there and in good condition.

Rogue made her way over the rubble and through the store. In no time she found a bottle of aspirin. She left the store grabbing a bottle of water on the way out.

The aspirin did little for her headache, but at least the pills made it bearable.

Her stomach growled with hunger as she continued through the ruins.

She said angrily to herself, "Ah knew Ah should have grabbed some food in that store."

She griped to herself as she made her way to a nearly empty newsstand. Ever since the day mutants were discovered her life only seemed to get worse.

She had been constantly teased in school, her powers went crazy, she found out that her worst enemy was actually her mother, and now everything she has known is all gone. How could it get any worse? Sadly she did not truly know how bad things had actually become. However she would find out soon.

When she finally made it to the newsstand one of the few newspapers that was left caught her eye.

There it was, written in bold letters. The word "Evacuation" was on the front page of the paper in big bold letters.

Rogue snatched the paper and looked at the bold word again. She began to read the paper aloud to herself.

"The President has ordered for the immediate evacuation of the entire state of New York. During a Green Piece infiltration of a secret animal testing facility the group unknowingly released animals that were carrying a highly contagious and extremely dangerous disease only known as Infection. Government officials and the military have been trying to get people out of New York before the disease can spread. So far no information about the symptoms of Infection have been released. The Government believes more panic will spread if symptoms are known."

After reading this much Rogue dropped the paper. She learned all that she needed to know.

"This doesn't make any sense," she said. "If New York was evacuated then why did the X-Men leave me in the infirmary?"

She then looked around at all the destruction and said, "and how the fuck could a disease cause all this?"

She kicked the paper aside and began once again to walk through the wreckage that was Bayeville, trying to piece everything together as she moved.

"Ok. So these Green Piece people accidentally unleash some deadly disease. So they evacuate New York and then all the buildings fall apart So maybe they didn't get everybody out in time But that doesn't why every things destroyed."

In the midst of all her thinking she eventually found her self at the High School. Of course it was no different from everything else. It was just as bad as the institute was. Everything was a mess.

"Well," said Rogue, "looks like school will be out for a while."

She rolled her eyes after saying that. It was just a simple joke to try and cheer herself up. It didn't work.

She looked through the schoolyard where all the kids used to eat lunch on the sunny days. Her gaze came to the tree where she would usually sit under and read while the other students gossiped about God knows what.

She loved to read under that tree. And now it was as sad as the city around it. It was all cracked and broken. There were no more leaves growing on it. It was now nothing but a cluster of dead branches and rotting bark.

Rogue looked away from the tree and to the school. She looked up at the window, which she would sit next to during French class. It was where she would look out onto the grass and look at her tree.

Just then, something passed by the window.

"What was that," Rogue asked herself as she saw the shape. What ever it was, it was shaped like a human.

Rogue's eyes filled up with a speck of hope. This meant that at least one person had survived what ever happened here.

She ran into the school yelling, "Hello! Can you hear me!"

She did not care who it was. She would have even been happy if the person was Duncan Mathews. It didn't matter, as long she as it meant she wasn't alone.

Rogue ran passed fallen lockers and banged up walls. She made it to a flight of stairs and made her way up them as quickly as possible.

When she made it to the second floor she stopped running. Her weakness from the hospital bed had caught up with her. Now she was breathing heavily and felt like she was going to pass out.

She leaned against the wall the rest of the way to the French class.

Luckily some of her strength returned when she reached the door of the class room.

She entered the room quickly calling out, "hello! Is someone in here!?"

The Goth looked around the room for the person that she saw. Her hope grew even more when she saw someone standing near the dilapidated desk.

Even though she could not see the person's face she knew who it was instantly. It was the girl known as Taryn. Jean's former best friend and Scott's x-girlfriend.

Rogue knew her as a stuck up preppy bitch, and the Goth never thought she would ever be so happy to see her.

"Taryn," she said, "oh thank God. Ah was starting to scared here. Do you know what the hell happened here? Ah just woke up in the institute and saw that everything has gone to shit."

Taryn did not answer her. She lifted her head up and turned to Rogue.

The Goth stepped back in horror at what she saw.

Taryn had blood smeared all around her mouth. Her cloths were ragged and torn. Her eyes had changed from the nice chestnut brown to a demonic orange and red. Her skin was now a little more pale, not quite as pale as Rogue's, but it was enough to come to the conclusion that something was definitely wrong.

"Taryn," Rogue said questioningly to the former preppy girl.

The girl looked at Rogue, much like the way a wild animal would look at its prey. Her had twitched as her arms began to flail. Hideous noises were coming out of her mouth.

Taryn ran at Rogue with a look of rage in her eyes.

In one quick move Rogue grabbed hold of her arm and twisted it so she was no at the back of the charging girl.

She pinned Taryn to the wall and ripped the glove off her right hand with her teeth.

"Ah don't know what's wrong with you," she said, "but Ah'm putting you down."

She clamped her hand on the back of the young woman's neck. She was ready to feel her strength and memories flow into her. But nothing happened.

Rogue's eyes turned wide with shock at this discovery. Her powers did not work on Taryn.

In an instant Taryn managed to free her arm and with new found strength the managed to throw Rogue across the room.

Rogue hit the wall hard and fell to the floor.

Taryn did not give any time for recovery. She ran at Rogue once again.

Rogue rolled to the side barely missing Taryn's thrashing arms. She stood up and did the only thing she could do now. Run.

She ran out of the French class with Taryn right behind her. The horrible noises kept coming out of her mouth. It was like she wasn't even human anymore.

"It isn't Taryn," Rogue screamed to herself as she ran. "It can't be! There's no way Taryn would behave like this!"

She ran down the stairs and out of the building. But Taryn still remain hot on her tail.

Rogue ran for the gymnasium. She pushed the doors open and shut them quickly. She then pushed her back up against it to keep Taryn out.

The girl outside began ramming herself against the door. Each hit came hard and fast. Taryn never even stopped to take a breath. It was as if her only objective was to get Rogue. Possibly kill her as well.

Rogue used all the muscles in her legs to push against the door. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold her for much longer.

As the ramming continued Rogue finally looked straight into the gym, and saw the terrible sight.

Many of the Bayeville High students were in there. All of them dead. They were pilled upon each other. Some on the bleachers, and others on the floor as if they were trying to run away from something, but were killed in the process.

There must have been some kind of school meeting. That would be the only reason for everybody to be in the gym.

Rogue saw the podium was put up in the middle of it. And there she saw Principle Kelly's dead body slumped over it.

Rogue's eyes filled with despair.

She screamed out in desperation, "GOD HELP ME!!"

As soon as those words left her lips, three of the bodies on the bleachers stood up.

Rogue looked at them. They had the same characteristics as Taryn, except for a few more cuts and wounds.

They looked at Rogue the same way Taryn did and the same horrible noises came out of their mouths.

The three mangled figures began running towards Rogue with their heads twitching and their arms thrashing about.

Rogue watched them come at her with the fury of a pack of hungry wolves. Taryn still kept ramming against the door.

When the other three figures were only a few feet away from Rogue, she moved out of the way and let Taryn barge right in.

She crashed into two of the running figures knocking them down.

Rogue ran through the open door and down the streets of the destroyed city. In seconds all four of the things were after her again.

The Goth ran for her life as she felt her weakness return to her, but she knew she couldn't stop.

The things kept with her no matter how many turns she took, or how fast she ran.

They were soon joined by even more figures much like them. All looked human, but Rogue knew they were not.

The poor Goth began to think there was no way out of this situation. That no matter what she did she was going to get torn apart by these things.

The figure that was Taryn was now only a few feet behind her. She could hear its horrible hissing and gasping noises coming out of its mouth. Its thirst for blood urging it to keep up the chase.

Rogue ran by a dark ally thinking that the end was soon near.

All of a sudden an ax came out from the ally and hit Taryn right in the chest.

Rogue could her the sound of bloodshed and turned to what had happen.

She saw the tall form of a young man standing over the former Taryn as he hacked her to pieces with the ax. Rogue could not really tell what he looked like. He was completely covered.

He wore a black trench coat and black leather gloves. His face was covered with a brown scarf and black wool hat.

All Rogue could really see was his eyes. They had no color to them, only one black dot where the pupil was.

As another one of the things came at him another young man came into the action holding a baseball bat. He knocked the thing down and began to bash its face in.

This boy was a little shorter than the other and more portly. He covered his face with an old gas mask and he wore o beat up oil stained jump suit. His hands were also covered with black gloves.

As the two finished killing the two figures they turned to Rogue and ran by her. The boy with the ax grabbed her arm and they all ran as the things followed them.

Rogue screamed out as she was pulled along, "WHAT'S GOING ON! WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE!"

The boy that pulled her just said, "shut the fuck up and keep running."

They continued in the one direction as the figures kept chasing them.

As they ran Rogue could see a bunch of gas canisters in a big pile up ahead.

The two boys pulled her to the pile and led her over it.

Then Rogue could see two more figures further away. They were both all covered up as well.

One stood holding a torch in one hand and a machete in the other. He wore a black jacket over a blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. His head was covered with a simple motor cycle helmet with the visor down.

The other held a small sledge hammer in his hand. He was dressed pretty similar to the guy standing next to him, but instead he had a ski mask over his face.

As Rogue and the other two boys ran towards them, the boy with the ax yelled, "light it Drew! Blow em all to hell!"

With those words the boy with the torch placed the hot flame onto a small puddle of gasoline that lied in front of him.

The flame lit up and began to grow as it made its way down a long trail of gasoline. The flame went by Rogue and the other two as they ran.

Rogue looked back and saw the fire heading for the gas canisters.

The remaining thing that had been chasing them began to clime over the pile that blocked their path.

Just as they did the flame made it to the canisters.

Within seconds the canisters exploded and all the things were covered in flame. After a while of thrashing they fell dead to the ground.

The other tow boys led Rogue to their comrades. They stopped to catch their breath and then turned to Rogue.

Rogue breathed heavily and looked at the four people. Between gasps she managed to let a , "thank you," pass her lips.

The boy with the ax looked at her. In an instant he walked over to her and pinned her against the wall of a nearby building.

Rogue's face turned to panic as the ax was held up to her face.

"Were you bitten," the young man asked.

Rogue did not answer. She only looked at the ax.

The boy asked more demandingly, "did one of those things bite you?"

Rogue said in a shaky voice, "no! No none of them bit me."

The boy took the ax and his hands away from her. "Are you alone," he asked.

Rogue could only nod.

The boy looked to his comrades and then back to her.

"Follow us," he said.

As they began to leave Rogue said, "wait a minute, would somebody please tell me what the hell is going on? What the hell was wrong with those people and who the hell are you?"

"Shut up," the boy said as they all turned to her.

"No questions now," he said, "just come with us if you want to stay alive. More of the infected with come soon. They always do when they sense blood."

They four then turned and began to walk away.

Rogue paused. She was not sure of she could trust these people. What the hell did the guy mean by the infected.

'Well they did save mah life,' Rogue thought before following them further into the condemned.

She still wasn't sure if she could trust them, but she figured she would be safer with guys who had weapons.