I had seen in the news first. It was the end. I had seen the blood leaking from their mouths. Flesh wedged in-between their teeth. Their eyes were vacant, there was no conscious thought left. Just pure instinct. They were spreading you couldn't walk down the street anymore without a gun. They were roaming everywhere forever hungry. I had lost all contact with my family or friends I didn't know anyone who was alive anymore. In fact I wasn't sure if there was any. I had been letting out a radio cast to all radios nation wide but had received no reply. Things had defiantly changed. My apartment building only housed me and I had changed a few things about it. The windows were bulletproof. I had an alarm system around the yard; if anyone walked over it the alarm would blare. But of course since I didn't really have an alarm planetary (GO) by my chemical romance would blare out. There were booby traps set around the entire house. But I kept the rooms clean just in case I had encountered any living people. But of course I hadn't. This apartment building was growing steadily more and more lonely. Would I ever find anyone?

My priorities had sure changed from a couple of months ago. About 8 months ago I was your normal nineteen year old. Well not ordinary. I have long pure white natural hair and ghost white skin, with red eyes. You see I had contracted a disease when I was first born. My immune system was weaker than most and I was a lot weaker. But other than that I was normal. I had added royal purple streaks through my hair. I usually wore thick black eyeliner. I had snakebites, a tongue piercing, septum, 13 piercings in each of my ears and a belly button piercing. I had a few tattoos as well. But we will get into that later. I am only 5,5 slim but curved; I wear the Goth punk look. Hi my name is Alexandra, nicknames: Lexi, Alexis, Alex and yeah that is about it. And as I said things used to be normal. Well all of that was long gone.

All I did lately was hang around read, draw, sing, play my instruments, did I mention I play piano, guitar, bass, drums, violin and cello, oh and I sing and scream. And only once a week to I travel down to the local store to get food. This can take the whole day as I have many things to avoid. And I have kept stock check so I know that no one has entered the shop… well no living people at least.

I guess I still haven't explained what has happened. I was living in the zombie apocalypse. I can tell you now that it's not a pleasant experience. When you are hanging out in the mall and you here a clamour and walk around the clothes isle in hot topic to come across someone eating your best friend you cant help but be like " well f**k my life". After that all went down hill. Well correction I don't even know where is started. I think it had to do with a truck full of some S**t crashing and spilling over a graveyard. Or was that from a movie I had watched… oh well doesn't really matter all I need to know is that this world is now a very F**ked place.

This was a day where I had run out of all food and drinks and had to travel to the local supermarket. I hesitated out my front door gripping my baseball bat. And for your information no I did not have a gun and yes I should probably get one. I wandered down the street flinching at every single sound. Everyone could mean that death itself was following me. But they weren't exactly quiet in their stalking. I hear a crunch and dragging sound and I ran. I looked around and there were about ten around me. Well F**k.

I continued to run and slammed open the door to the supermarket and pushed a case over in front of it. I turned around and looked around things had moved in the store. I groaned in frustration was one really in here? I hesitantly made my way around the store. I heard a crunch in the next isle like someone had stepped on a packet of chips. I froze in my place. I heard more footsteps. they were slow like mine. I was walking out the end of the isle when a hand grabbed mine I screamed and swung my bat at it. I felt something catch my bat and looked up and into the eyes of a boy. He wasn't dead. I let out a sigh of relief I was still trembling slightly from my adrenaline rush.

" Oh thank god," I breathed and looked back into his eyes he seemed familiar.

" Yeah I was going to say that same thing" he had long black hair and pale skin. Where had I seen him before?

" Nice to meet you I am Lexi" I said holding out my hand to him. His hand clasped mine and I felt a spar I had to admit that this dude was hot.

" Nick Matthews" I paused and looked at him slightly shocked that is where I had seen him before I loved Get Scared. My favourite song was Sarcasm. * Ironically*

" Its good to see a fellow living person" I said awkwardly.

" Yeah where are you staying? We have been travelling for awhile now just barely making it through."

" I live in the apartment building down the end and we?"

" Yeah me and my friends Johnny B, Warren Peace, Logan V and Bradley Lloyd"

" Well you guys could stay with me if you like" I said and looked back into his eyes. Well wasn't this an amazing time to meet your favourite band. During a zombie apocalypse.

Oh wasn't this just peachy… Please just kill me!