Eleven Eleven.
Chapter one: Destination; death.

11:11. Usually, the average teenager makes a wish right about now. A wish can be made on any level, really. You could wish for world peace, or you could wish for a shiny new car. Some people wish for a cure for cancer, or an extra raise in their allowence. Most teenagers wish for love, to fill their stupid lives with some more drama since they can't seem to get enough of it.

What do I wish for at 11:11? That's simple, not to get eaten by brainless zombies running past me every five seconds. Simple wish, hmm? Nothing too big, nothing too small. However, like everybody else's wish at 11:11, mine never comes true. The zombies don't really bother me per se, it's the fact the zombies take away everything fun. And made me exercise. I hate exercise. I'm skinny, sure, just not in shape.

But I was prepaired for this, seeing that I'm not your average teenager. My life being spent of Left 4 Dead and watching zombie movies all day did teach me some valuable lessons. If an appocolypse happens, all you really need is a gun, with some ammunition, a melee weapon, and a car if you're lucky.

So, was I playing on my xbox and a zombie came running through my front door? No, that would be too ironic. It happened a little different than that. And what, I ran around with a group of random people and shot zombies all day? Kinda. More came out of it than I expected. More than just a stupid wish at 11:11. Sometimes, you can't just wish your life away. You have to make it happen.

"Zoey! Get up, you're late to school! I have to drive you!" I rolled over in my bed at the sound of my annoying mother. Could a gentle hand on my shoulder to wake me up be enough? Oh, nope, of course not. We have to wake you up in the most annoying way possible.

I glanced at the clock, it read 7:36am. I was really late, considering my bus comes at 7:04am.

"Zoey! Get up, NOW!"

"If I had a gun, I swear." I muttered, sitting up in my bed. I stretched for a moment, scratching my blonde head.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I started to brush my teeth when my mother walked in.

"Zoey, seriously. You need to hurry." I stared her down. Her brunette poofy hair and red, "I'm a booster-mom!" blazer didn't fool me. Shes not a caring mother or a good for this, "community." She was the first to try to ban the arcade, and would be the last one in the entire world to ever give me any attention what so ever. She was my mom, sure, but she wasn't a good one.

I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed, and walked back to my room. I got dressed quickly, and grabbed my backpack. I walked downstairs, waiting for my mother.

Her heals sounded like a giant machostic demon walking toward me. I'd rather have that than her.

"You're wearing that? Honestly, do you want to look like garbage?"

I folded my arms, "What's so bad about it?"

"Ugh, first of all, your jeans have holes in them. Black converse shoes? What are you, a guy? And a black tanktop with that weird jade colored jacket."

"You could just go with, 'dark green'." She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. And you don't even do anything with your hair. You should at least do something, it just hangs there, straight. Boring. You should've never dyed it black underneath, you look trashy."

"Love you too, mom." I muttered.

"What was that?" She turned around and said to me, hands on her hips.

I faked smiled, "Oh, nothing mom. Thanks for the excellent advice, I'll be sure to use it later in life." I said, putting my hands together.

"You know, being a smart ass is never flattering."

"Neither is being a bitch." I whispered.

I took a deep breath and started to walk to the car while she yelled at me some more. I put my headphones in, and blocked her out the rest of the way to school.

Upon arriving, she said goodbye but I didn't answer. I wondered if she knew how mean she was, or if she just didn't care.

I got out of the car and looked up at my school. Everything looked...quiet. Too quiet, almost. I walked to the doors of my school and pressed the 'call' button. The secretary usually asked me what I was here for, to make sure I wasn't some stranger here to kill everybody. Except this time, I pressed the button, and nobody answered.

I tried tugging on the door, and it opened. Odd, it's usually locked.

I opened the large doors and walked inside hell, I mean, school. I looked around, and found, well, nobody. There was nobody in the library in front of me, nobody in the office next to me, and nobody roaming the halls. Where was everyone?

I turned the corner, and walked up the stairs, and started down the hallway to my locker. That's when I saw him. Oh, Billy. I knew this day would come!

Billy was a bully. His name fitted well, didn't it? He made fun of me since I can remember. He used to make me cry everyday, until I found something called, 'thick skin'. I bullied Billy back, and made him cry. Seems like making fun of his mother with cancer hit a nerve. I wonder why, I'd love it if my mother did.

Instead of me passing him to my locker, saying something mean, he was targeting me. Except he wasn't walking, he was running. As fast as the fat boy could run. Another odd thing, he had blood covering his clothes, moans coming from his mouth, and he was missing a few teeth. Oh wait, the moaning part I think is normal. Maybe the missing teeth, too.

I wasn't stupid, I knew he was a zombie. I was actually excited to be honest, for two reasons. One, I always thought a zombie appocolypse would be fun and two, I always wanted to kill this kid.

And that's when I ran into a problem. I didn't have weapons, and more zombies joined him. I couldn't take down 10 of them, not without a weapon. So what does a girl, stranded in the middle of the hallway with 10 studens craving my flesh do? Oh, I run.

I turned around and ran down the hallway, and stopped at the first classroom I saw. It was lit inside, so I ran up to it and banged on the door.

"HELLO! Anyone? Open up!" I banged on the door again, becoming more frantic. I usually don't panick, but when theres a group of kids that want to kill you, well, that's when I start panicking.

"ANYONE?" I screamed, and finally, someone arrived at the door. He opened it quickly, and pulled me inside. He shut it and locked it, and walked to the back of the classroom.

I must say, I always had a crush on Keith. He was cute. He was a senior, they're mostly all cute. Black hair, cut short. He wore clothes a little different to my taste but hey, if he wants to dress like one of the preppy school bitches, be my guest. I don't have to come home to you every night. Although, I can't say I'd mind.

"So. They're zombies." I say, afraid to move from where my feet are planted.

"Yep." He says, sitting back down, typing on his laptop. He was pretty much addicted to computers. That's all he ever really did with his life, spent time on his computer. Pretty much a loner I'd say. He did have a girlfriend, and some cool friends, so I've heard. I've only heard a few rumors here or there that he did drugs and partied hard. Although, I can't see him doing either. I've never seen or met his girlfriend either. She didn't go to this school.

"What do we do now?" I ask, walking over to his desk and pulling up a chair.

"Well, right now I'm trying to figure out how this entire thing started. Apparently, if you got the Swine Flu Vaccine, you become infected."

"Haha, sweet. I'm so glad I barricaded myself into my room when my mom tried to take me to get one."

"Did she get one?"

"I don't think so. She'll get bit though, she's not very bright."

He stared at me and chuckled, and continued his focous back on his laptop.

"I know how this game works. We leave, try to find an evac center, get there, don't get saved, try again. Isn't that what they're telling people to do? 'Go to this place, no this place, no up my ass!'"

He smiled but didn't take his eyes off the screen, "Pretty much."

I bit my lip and looked down, trying to figure out what to do.

"Well, are there any in town?"

He squinted his eyes as he read, making a cute face. "Uhh...Theres one place, it's across town. I do have a car, though."

Followed by silence, we sat there. He didn't make any effort to get up or even give a clue that we were going to the evac center. We just sat there. In silence. Like loaners.

I pushed hip lap top screen down, and turned on a light. I picked up his lap top, and threw it on the ground. It cracked into little pieces.

I swear he was going to have a heart attack.

"The first step is always the hardest." I said, smiling. He shook his head, confused.

"What? Do you not know how to live without that thing? I think you start."

He stared at me with utter disbelief. "What? Do you want to cry or whatever? The internet isn't going to stay on much longer, anyways. Plus what is there to do when humans don't exist anymore?"

I usually don't make good points, but this one wasn't half bad. He would eventually lose internet signal, or power. But even if he didn't, what would he do? You can't email anyone, or talk on message boards. You could play video games, sure, but what's the fun when theres nobody to play against? You could watch...oh god.

"Oh god." He looked at me confused.

"You where going to watch porn, weren't you? Oh god, seriously?"

He shook his head, annoyed. "No. I wasn't. I was trying to see how to get there."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Either we leave now, or we never get there and zombies or piled cars take over. Your choice."

He stood up and grabbed his keys, then turned to me. "How come you're not scared?"

I shrugged, "I'm prepaired."

He nodded, and walked over to the door. Zombies were now roaming everywhere. "How do we leave?" He asked the door.

I scanned the classroom. "A tripod?" I asked. Good thing he taped our speeches last week.

"Is there two of them?" He nodded, handing me one.

"Okay, don't open it. Just kind of wack them with it."

I went to the door, my back towards it, and looked him in the eye.

"One. Two. Three." On three, I backed up, opening the door. He followed behind me. We wacked as we went down the hallway.

I turned one corner and was faced with the orange girl. She was the sluttiest thing on the entire earth. And she was a big bitch. I hated this chick. And she was so... orange!

She came running towards me and I took the tripod and smacked it againts her head. Hard.

Oh she was finished. I wacked her again just to make sure.

"Exit door! Let's go!" I pointed to the door and we ran for it. We opened the doors and ran outside. I took a breath of the fresh air and closed my eyes. I took the moment it. I saved it. It could be my last time at this school.

That's kind of sad.

Not really.

We started running to his car until we saw another zombie darting at us.

Carrie.

My best friend.

I didn't move. I just stared, wide eyed, in shock.

I couldn't kill her.

I was sure as hell about to let her kill me.

Keith ran in front of me and wacked her straight down. He made sure she wasn't getting up and turned to me.

"We have to run."

Tears filled my eyes.

"Zoey, we have to go!"

I didn't move. He grabbed my arm and I was forced to run to his car or fall.

I ran.

We ran all the way to his car and he rushed to unlock it. We hopped inside and he started it up.

Zombies were coming out of every direction now. He sped down the parking lot and out onto the road.

We were flying down the road, nearly going 60mph.

And we really had no idea where we were going.

My best friend is dead.

We don't know where we're going.

And I want to just crawl back into bed and sleep. Which is totally impossible now.

A lot of things are impossible now...