(A/N): Hello, this is a new fanfic I want to write about! Sorry if I might make grammatical errors or stuff like out of character-ness. English is not my first language and all so I hope you understand T3T I am also sorry if my writing skills are not that great yet either, I'll improve! (hopefully *sob sob*) Anyway hope you'll enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the pictures/renders used to make the cover for the fanfic. Credits go to the respective owners.

The Start

There is nothing but darkness. I couldn't see or feel anything. Last time I checked I was at the time of my dying. Am I dead? Is this the feeling of dying?

… Huh? I regained my consciousness. I opened my eyes and I was met with a familiar white ceiling. I blinked a few times before slowly raising my upper body to sit up. I looked at my surroundings and noticed that I was just in my own bedroom, lying in my own soft bed. The room was dim-lit, the source of light was only coming from the window. Wait, what? How did I get back here? I was supposed to be in the apartment I share with my lover, in the bathroom where I attempted to end my life with a deep cut of a blade to the neck. Right now I'm back in my old house that I shared with my parents and siblings until I was in high school. I got out of bed and went to turn on the lights.

I clicked the switch on and walked to the closet mirror. I checked to see if I had the wound on my neck, but nothing… What the hell? I am more confused than before. I looked around once again, and saw that a piece of paper was on my bedside table. I walked closer and I picked it up to read what was written in it. You need to survive..? What does that mean? Is this some kind of prank or something? I really need answers. I should check if anyone else is in the house, probably my parents. Hopefully, my parents.

I went to my parents' room, just down the hallway from my room. Wow, this brings me back so much memories…
I am now in front of their door. I knocked on the door first, being the polite child I am. Three knocks… No answer. Three more, still nothing. "Mom, dad?" I tried calling them, but I only have silence as an answer. Forget it, I'm going in.

I opened the door, and looking in, there was no one inside. What the hell? I searched the other rooms, none. I'm all alone…

Static

I heard static coming from downstairs. I decided to follow it, leading me to the living room where I saw a small radio on the coffee table. That's odd, I don't remember my mom and dad buying something like this, I mean, they already have a more updated stereo.

I went closer to it, and was about to turn it off.

"Wait, don't!" I heard a voice from the radio, startling me.

"What the-"

"Calm down now, have a seat!" It was a voice of a man with an Estuary English accent. I sat down on the couch just in front of the radio. "Now I know what you're thinking, who is this man coming from the radio and why is it talking to me? Or maybe you think that this voice was from someone you know, but all that is not important for now! You can just call me your guide. Haha, it's actually weird, since that is kind of like saying that I am your companion, this is a first for me!" He spoke in quite a rush, but I understood nonetheless. He seems a rather playful guy. "Don't be so quiet, you can talk too, you know."

"How did I end up here? Did you plan all of this?" I asked him.

"Oh young lady, no need to accuse me of things like that, we just met! Let's just say you're in a world that's based off of your memories, fun right? But here is the catch, it's also infested with… Not so friendly creatures, and I am talking about the undead." The undead? As in zombies?! Is this guy for real? "You may think I'm crazy and weird now. Oho, my dear, I am all about that business~! But I'm serious, and you have to survive up to fifty days. Don't worry, you won't be completely alone, you'll get company along the way." When he said that, I didn't know if I should be relieved, this is all too weird and scary for me. I still have to find the company he mentioned.

"B-but, I don't know how to defend myself! Heck, I don't have anything to defend myself with!" I complained, I was panicked since I know that I am not much of a brave girl, for a twenty-one year old adult.

"Don't lie to me and yourself, Amy. I know you have enough knowledge on such survival. You just have to believe in yourself."

"How did you know my name?"

"I am part of your imaginary land! I'm basically a figment of your imagination. I am supposed to know everything about you. Anyway, go to the dining area and you'll get everything you need for your journey there." I stood up and went to the dining area, and like he said, I saw a brown backpack there along with a utility belt that has holsters and sheaths in it.

"Go ahead, check them out." I heard the man say from the radio. I went over and unzipped the bag first, pulling out various items like a water jug filled with water, some energy bars, a journal with a pen, flash grenades, normal grenades, a walkie-talkie, a pocket knife, a map, ammunition for a shotgun and pistol, a flashlight and two black handles..? Are these supposed to be my weapons? I saw that they have slits at the edges and they have two small buttons each at the sides. I pressed the first buttons and one long blade came out from the slits from each of them. "Stick the edges together." My guide said. I tried to do it, then it just stayed there, making it a long double-edge katana. Sweet! He explained to me how to return it back to two katanas again. I pressed them once again and they slid back in.

"Try flicking them." I followed what the man said, and flicked my wrists. The two handles then swiftly became pistols, complete with little flashlights and lasers. "Good, good! You can flick them back to normal, oh! And if you put one in front of the other, then flick it twice, you'll get something cool too." I did what he said, and my pistols suddenly became a Mossberg bullpup shotgun. Woah… This is really awesome. I'm actually glad that my big brother taught me how to use a couple of guns now, and combat skills. Well, he is a cop after all. I flicked it twice once again and it returned back to normal handles. He also told me that the second buttons were for reloading. I pulled out another thing from the backpack, it was a scabbard for the shotgun. I looked in the backpack to see if I miss anything else, and I did saw one last thing in there. I pulled it out and it was… A pair of 3D glasses? "What is this for?"

"Ah, those are for style purposes. 3D glasses are really cool!" I heard him chuckle, and I couldn't help but smile. It was a reference I was supposed to get, wasn't it..?

I started to put everything back in my backpack, and put my weapons, grenades, walkie-talkie and ammunition in my utility belt, wearing both the belt, the scabbard and the backpack. "Guess you're all set! Take care of all of those things now, alright? Listen closely. The map will be your guide throughout all of this-"

"But I thought you're my guide?" He laughed as I asked that, making me raise an eyebrow.

"No, no, I am just for emergencies. The journal is for… Well, if you want to take down stuff about your journey, you can put it in there! Or if you ever get lost or you're in trouble, you can make notes from the pages. Use the walkie-talkie to communicate with me. Now, for more information about everything, you need to survive. You probably know this already but just reminding you! You see, you are in a hospital right now in the real world, and you're in a critical state. You really cut deep in your pulse point, you know? So this is like your judgment game. Survive, you live and go back. If you don't, then I'm sorry to say but you will be gone for good."

I gulped, it sounds really dangerous… I'm getting more nervous than before, but like he said, I have to be brave and believe in myself. "Wait… Who took me to the hospital?" I asked out of curiosity. I'm taking a wild guess and say it's… My brother. He often visits me to check how I was doing. I think he was the only one that cared about me right now, actually…

"Look, I may know everything about you, but I do not know what is happening around you out there in the real world. Oh and the people you know in the real world are not included here, well, almost all of them. Nothing much to worry about, now go on ahead, go outside and start your adventure!" He said, prompting me to leave the house.

"One last question… How can you see me?"

"That is not important right now, run along Amy! You have a long way to go." Oh come on… This guy really is weird, but I guess I'll trust him, just a little bit.

I continued on to leave the house. The neighborhood I grew up with, the nostalgia… Right now, it's dead silent and completely empty, no signs of other people, or animals. It feels so weird, since this neighborhood is always lively and all. Again, this is all just imaginary. I thought about what the guy told me again. Will I really die in the real world if I did here..? I don't know him so I still have my doubts, but my gut says I need to listen to him anyway. Alright, guess I don't have much of a choice. My journey starts… Now.