Summery: (AU) Carmen's life couldn't get any better, she had two parents that loved her and would die for her. They got her anything she wanted and her father taught her how to hunt and survive in the wilderness when he was home. When he wasn't home, he was away at a job as a soldier for a top secret organization he wasn't allowed to talk about. Not that she minded.

Of course her life turned upside down as a plague was spread that caused the dead to come back to life. No one was prepared for it and now with the help of her family and new strange friends, Carmen has to survive and find a cure.

If there even is a cure...

A/N: This story WILL NOT go along with the movies. The first happened, but that is it. As far as the second and third, Sam found the Allspark sliver and that was it. In this story, the Allspark sliver was used to revive Jazz. That is the only thing related to ROTF and DOTM.

The apocalypse.

Something I always thought to be fake. A hoax. A made up story to grab people's attention. Like another ice age or a giant meteor crashing into earth or global warming or an alien invasion. The list goes on and on. It's never ending what people think of when it comes to the world as we know it ending. But there was one apocalypse that stood out more than the others. One story that was the most popular among TV shows and movies.

Zombies.

Most everyone loves zombies. They all loved the way they look and act.

Okay I'll admit they are kinda cool, but I never really got into them. But truthfully I could care less about them.

I never was one to believe that the zombie apocalypse would actually happen. Extraterrestrial? Yes. Zombies? No. I always figured them to be pure fiction. Unfortunately, waking up to a thudding on your front door at about six in the morning was definitely a wake up call for me and my parents.

So after shuffling out of my bed and nearly falling down the stairs, I make it to the door. I look through the peep hole and find this really pale guy groaning and moaning and banging on the screen door. I open the door to tell him to get off our property when I see something that would make any sane person spew chunks. Good thing I had a strong stomach and I was just a little on the insane side or else I myself would be heaving my guts up.

Let me just start by saying the sight wasn't pretty. The guy's guts were literally dragging along the ground. Blood was everywhere and you could see where he walked because it left a trail of blood behind it. You could clearly see the bottom ribs. The guy smelled like rotting meat left out in the sun for a decade. Like I said: wasn't pretty.

Me being me, I only blinked at the guy in front of me, now trying to break through the glass, and closed and locked the door as if this happened all the time.

I slowly walked back upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed a few minutes before what I saw finally registered. Moving in record time, I jumped off my bed and bolted into my parents room. I started roughly shaking my daddy, all the while half mumbling, half shouting "Zombie! Zombie! Zombie! Zombie!"

Daddy just groaned and pushed my hands away. "Go back to bed. It was probably just a dream." He mumbled into his pillow.

I could only growl in annoyance before moving to my parents closet and opening it up, I grabbed the shotgun. I racked it as loudly as I could.

"It was no fucking dream!" I shouted at them as both my parents shot up in bed. "There is a damn zombie downstairs trying to break into the house!" That got their attention. They know that when I swear, I mean business.

I gave daddy the shotgun and we ran down stairs. He unlocked and threw the front door open to see most of the glass on the screen door gone. The zombie tried lunging at us but was stopped by the rest of the door. Daddy lifted the gun to his shoulder and shot the zombie point blank. Blood sprayed everywhere as its head exploded. The zombie jerked back from the force of the shot and it fell back onto the porch, what little blood was left in its body was now pooling around the body.

I looked to my parents as daddy closed and locked the door.

"Now do you believe me?"

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A/N: Sooo I'm not exactly the biggest fan of zombies (I'm terrified of them. I know. The irony.). If I need to change anything, please let me know.

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