Chapter Teaser: She wakes up to the world in chaos, frightened and alone she sets out to survive this dangerously fill world. When she hit's another survivor who also happens to be a handsomely rude young man.

I was reading around and I came across one about the zombie apocalypses, and thought it was really an interesting subject to write about. So here you are, one about zombies...Enjoy.

Declaimer: I don't not own any of the characters used within the story, but I do own the plot line. All character rights go to Hiro Mashima.

Italic = Thoughts

Chapter 1

The world was ending, and the people were in panic. High pitched screams echoed the street of Manhattan, the radio in the background telling everyone to stay inside. But that only made things worst, Me? I was in my little three story high apartment build watching the commotion down on the street with wide eyes. I was frozen in spot, debating if I was dreaming or hallucinating the horrible events happening down bellow. Trying to have my mind think of other things, anything but thinking about it being reality. I stared bellow, my eyes following a pregnant woman trying to run away from an approaching creature. It was a horrible sight to behold, the most frightening part of the scene was that it was once human. A once beautiful business woman that had worn a light gray uniform now crawled along the cement street in an inhumanly manner. Her pencil skirt ripped at the side giving her the freedom of movements, her hair that use to be straight was now in knots. By the looks of her she must of put a lot of effort in doing it in the morning, not that was all gone to waste.

When looked closer her neck exposed the red flesh within, it looked like a wild animal tore at it without mercy. The gruesome details etched into my brain, the blood flowing out of the still freshly made wound. I felt my stomach drop to floor like a heavy rock thrown into a deep river. The business woman picked up her pace crawling faster like a bug running away and in no time at all got to the defenseless pregnant woman. My mind raced wondering why she was chasing her in the first place, not fully comprehending the chaos. Wondering how in scientific means is she moving when she should be dead with that kind of injury. Then as I watched in confusion the business woman bit into the helpless woman's neck, her scream seemed louder than the rest as my gut kicked in. I stepped away form the window holding my stomach as it clenched together so tightly, I was away from the window before I could she the woman drop down to the ground. The lady's pain and the screams repeating in my ears, in rhythm with the harp pumping of my heart. I felt my self shiver and took the step forward again to see what came of the poor pregnant woman, curiosity and fear of the unknown getting the better of me.

There she laid on the ground motionless, the attacker now 30 feet away moving forward to her next victim. My eyes followed her for some time, then shifted to the pregnant woman that I noticed moved in the corner of my eye. My eyes darted to her, how? It's impossible, she should be dead. I thought to myself. As she got up, in bewilderment and shock I then realized that she wasn't the only one. All the other victims that had similar attacks got back up on their feet, staggering about aimlessly. I watched her and her alone get back on her feet like she was the most intriguing thing out there. When she finally steadied herself, in a flash her back arched backwards unnaturally. I cringed at the sight and squeaked when her stomach opened up, two small baby hands ripped the skin tissue open as blood poured on the ground. The supposed baby had clawed it's way out when it wasn't even fully materialized in the mothers womb, even that was more unbelievable than the dead waking and walking the streets terrorizing the world. I retreaded to the farthest wall form the window my back hitting the wall rather hard, I gasped uncontrollably. I felt my eyes blur and water up, I was having one of my panic attacks that was unavoidable giving the reasons. My back slid down the wall slowly as I put myself in a fatal position and prayed, prayed to whatever god that was out there that I would wake up to this all being a nightmare.

Hours passed and I finally opened my eyes as I must of passed out after my crying fit, I strained my ears to hear the commotion outside but it was totally silent. So much so that it was the complete opposite to what I last remembered, I got up painfully aware that what ever happens I would have to accept it. Walking back to the window I dared to peek outside. As I approached the clear glass, the street bellow revealed emptiness and disaster. There was no other human being to be seen, well besides the ones that were dead. I sighed in relief when the present flooded in, I looked around frantically to see some cars were on fire and/or flipped over or both. There was some bodies on the ground their blood splattered around them like when bugs hit the windshield of a moving vehicle, indicating that they had jumped out of their building in panic. I was obvious judging from the levels with broken windows.

It was so quite that I was wondering what the other remaining survivors had done, did they heed the words from the news? What of my neighbors? I continued to look outward at the wreck bellow, when a car alarm broke the silence. My heart almost jumped out of my chest as I gasped in surprised horror, I looked around scared and desperate. Trying to see what I most likely didn't want to see but as luck would have it. just in view a block away someone was trying to break into a car. Of course he or she failed horribly as the alarm keep beeping loudly, echoing through the now empty streets. Another scream wailed cutting right through the techno call of a car, this time I watched in horror. The culprit was chased a few block my way just enough for me to tell the difference in gender but not the facial recognition of who it might be not long after he was pulled violently back. The enemies hands getting a firm grip on the victims shoulders as he cried out for help, the attacker sank its teeth into his neck as he approach a car parked just outside my building, he couldn't even let out another scream when his throat was ripped out. He fell and after a minute -yes I was counting- did he got back up. Looking just as horrible as the one who bit him. He started walking around like nothing happened, just now the difference was the he had a blank face on. No emotion showed in his eyes or his facial muscle, his mouth hung open like he was gaping into the distance. His majorly wounded neck was the most clear sign that he was different from the living, that and was no longer trying to escape. I knew then, that it wasn't safe to stay in the city any longer.

I wasn't stupid enough to think it would be safe to stay put so I scrambled around my small apartment looking for anything worth bringing. I knew that the chances of myself surviving this messed up crises were very slim but I was still going to gamble it. I didn't, don't have a choice. I packed myself two extra clothes and as many snacks as I could carry, food was a must and water is a definite so I packed more water than food which made my school backpack that much heaver. I looked around one more time to make sure I wasn't missing anything important and as if the light switch was turned on, it clicked. If I was to try and survive I would most likely need a type of weapon. Honestly I would of preferred a pitch fork or a gun, -though I never handled one, it would prove most certainly useful- anything that would keep distance between myself and the walking dead. I moved to the kitchen and picked up the largest knife I had, I was no cook so it wasn't that big, and not very reassuring but it was all I got. With knife in hand I gulped down my nervousness and the fear in the deepest part of my throat, I opened my door ready to move out.

No long after leaving the safety of the building I was creeping along the walls of an empty ally way, I had avoided all encounters with the walking dead so far by using this path. Usually normal people like myself avoid these areas due to gangsters or thugs but now that wasn't really the main concern any more. At the end of the ally I could see that it would clear out to one of the main streets, meaning I was going to be the open. That was something I wanted to avoid at all cost but it looks like it was my only option now, the memory of the man running away after trying to break into a car flashed through my mind. My skin crawled and I held my arms together like it was cold out, hugging myself for courage trying to let myself believe everything would be alright. I peeked around the corner as quickly as possible, though it didn't work so well sense all I saw were some cars on fire and the rest was just blurs. That and silence, I peeked again once more but more slowly this time and a car in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Seeing as nothing was out there, I made my way over as quietly as I could muster. I looked inside and was surprised to see the key in the ignition, the owner must of either dead or ran away before he/she could start the car. I got in and made my way, turned the ignition and stepped on the gas.

Week 1:

It has been a week sense I left the city, now that things were more settled there was nothing but long stretches of farm land a head of me. When I left the highway out was littered with cars and dead bodies, I couldn't help be on edge the whole time. Worried that one of them could get back up any minute, the fear of not knowing who was dead and who now was a monster that could attack you when your back is turned.

I had never driven in my life so it took a lot of loud scrapes and a really good bang up job on the car to get a hold of how it worked. Which no doubt had attacked a lot of attention, what did you expect? I lived in the city my whole life, I only used public transportation. Lucky for me I got out of the city limits before any zombies could truly come after me, now I had to only worry about refilling the tank every couple of times. Surprisingly it was easier to figure how to refill the gas tank then it was to drive the vehicle but I had also grown attached to the car even with the painfully scratched sides. After the first day with the car I was curious to what type it was and looked for the car manual the little booklet told me it was a Chevrolet Impala 1964. I was impressed how it was still working and be so old, the again the owner before had modified it to be automatic. Who ever had had it before me must of taken great care of it... until I destroyed it's sides, I sweet dropped at the though of the past. I liked the car in general and have no problems about the color sense I struck out with it being my favorite, a nice lipstick red.

As I looked down at the gas tank level I felt my heart leap for a second, the needle was bellow half it isn't to much of a bother but I always like it to be full. I wasn't one for getting stuck with an empty tank and so far I've been extremely lucky to come across each gas station that still had food left over. And a bonus to no one being in sight, be it human or nonhuman or worst; once human. It was like everyone just up and died, well technically they did and didn't at the same time.

I keep on driving but had my eyes out hoping for a gas station near by, as I stared ahead I spotted a dark figure on the road. It wobbling side to side just like the time I saw the man outside my city apartment come back to -semi- life. My heart raced and it was like my gut was telling me it wasn't going to be good, not bothering to take a chance that it could be a survivor I put my foot to the peddle and heard the engine roar. The speed dial jumped from 60 MpH to 80 as the automatic shift kicked in, I was picking up speed ready to run the mysterious 'thing' over. But the 'thing' wasn't dead, I was rapidly nearing the figure and the closer I got the more I made out that it began to wave it's arms. As far as I've seen the walking dead didn't wave hands like that, not in a motion like someone was waving a taxi down on main street.

I panicked and hit the breaks, locking the tires and burning rubber as it slid on the pavement. My eyes were wide open and afraid, knowing full well that I had to much momentum to make a full stop before hitting the waving stranger so I jerked the wheel to the left and my car started to twirl around in 360's. I felt the car pause for a split second when the sound of my car hitting something reached my ears. After a few terrifying seconds when my car stopped spinning completely I opened my eyes after fearfully closing them after the hit, instinctively I grabbed my knife in the glove compartment and stepped out of the car with it tight in both of my hands. A few feet a way was a man on his stomach and groaning, I couldn't tell if the groans were; because he was hurt or because he wasn't exactly human anymore.

"Who are you?"

I asked demanding, he respond with another groan.

"If you don't tell me, I'll take it as your a zombie and I'll stab you in the head."

My voice was shacking, I had never came face-to-face with one of the creatures yet and wasn't so sure I could really do what I claimed. When he didn't answer properly I got closer and noticed that his hair was pink, great now I have to deal with a punk. I thought to myself, worried that I would be dealing with a delinquent if he was truly still human. I took a step closer again and the next thing I knew I had a gun under my chin and he was on top of me. His ashed colored eyes looking deep within mine faces only inches away, my breath was hitched in my throat thanks to the threat of possibly having my head shot to smithereens. My body shock from the impact of falling onto cement with out warning the pain shivered through my spine and stopped when he removed the gun from it's place.

"You fucking hit me! It hurt you know."

He said as he got off me, I stayed still for a minute still staring up into the sky.

"Are you just going to lay there and let me steal your car? Because I'll gladly take it and leave you here for dead."

I jerked up violently, as I felt the rush of blood go to my brain leaving me in a bit of a daze.

"Don't you dare take my car!"

I yelled and pointed at him, the one thing I treasured now was the car. It got me out of the city safely, it stayed with me for a week after and it survived my disastrous driving. That and it seemed to be my lucky charm, seeing as I have yet to meet with an undead. But as I was getting off the ground I was wishing I did rather than deal with a boy with an attitude problem. I brushed the dirt off and looked toward my car, it didn't look to harmed beside the accidence I created before now. Then looked at the boy who was standing on one leg and holding his right arm with his left, blood oozed from a nasty cut. I knew it was my fault even though I wasn't going to like pitying him, but, he was human.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I just.. thought that you were one of those things."

I walked up and touched his arm that was injured, he flinched in response to my touch, no surprise sense it looked like it hurt like hell. I saw his muscle tighten then relax, my eyes looked over his injury then to his face. He was handsome, he had short wild pink hair with part of his bangs messily geld back, he had onyx eyes with the color of ashes. He had two piercings on one ear and only one on the other, and no other accessory besides a scaly looking scarf.

"What? Got something on my face lady?"

He asked annoyed. I felt a vain swell on my temple, I just apologized for hurting him and he give me attitude? We'll see if I care if you bleed to death then!

"Yeah, it's called rudeness. You can't go around being rude and think you'll be rewarded for it. Jerk."

I snapped back while letting go of his bleeding arm and then turned my back on him, with a 'humph' I walked away. I walked up to my knife that I had lost hold of when he pinned me to the ground, I quickly picket it up for a little more reassurance of self protection. Though it wasn't as much as the gun the pink headed boy had, I pointed at him with the hand that held the knight and glared then proceeded to make my way back to my car with out a word.

"Wait!"

He called back to me, his voice much less annoyed and a lot more desperate. I stopped my feet where they were but didn't look back at him.

"Look, sorry. I'm just a little on edge right now and getting hit by a car... doesn't help all that much. Urgh, do you... think you can bring me somewhere? It shouldn't be to far from here. Please."

He asked, I could hear his discomfort in his voice, his fear and worry all the emotions men like to hide. I thought about it for a moment, he was already limping before I hit him and I just made things worst. I felt guilty, so I waved to him to follow rather than answer knowing my voice would crack under pressure. I knew had something to look forward to that's why he was prone to showing his emotions to a complete stranger.