Hey anybody who is reading this. So basically I was playing Left 4 Dead the other day and I thought to myself; Self, if this pandemic overtook the entire world, what about the other places, like where I live, Canada. As I thought of it, pieces came into my mind. A short, biracial gamer girl, her medicinally inclinced boyfriend, another pair of friends, a logical blonde maybe, and an ex-greaser. What about a stereotypical blonde girl and a blue haired wannabe to complete the package. What if it was tied into the Mayan calender. Well, this is what I wound up with. I hope you like it. Review's make me happy, feel free to complement or criticise.

Disclaimer- I do not own Left 4 Dead, Aaron, Jocelyn and the others are mine though.

Note; The characters had very, very firm relations in my mind, and so I wrote them as if the roots of their story had already happened, if I notice something is off looking, I'll fix it, but I can't promise I'll get them all, please just bare with me. An example would be all the characters knowing one another already, or another character that will later be introduced having been the object of one of the main girl's crush since 9th grade. Thank you, on with the show I suppose!

"Long ago, the Mayans predicted the end of the world in this year, the year of 2012," the guide mused happily as he pointed out famous monuments in the ruined paradise.

"I heard about that …" A teenage boy stepped out of the tour group. "Legend tells that the Solstice on December 21, 2012 at precisely 11:11AM Universal Time marks the completion of the 5,125th year Great Cycle of the Ancient Maya Long Count Calendar," he said. The tour guide just stared at him resentfully. "Yes, well, as I was saying …" he continued as a slender coffee coloured arm snaked its way through a parting in the sea of people, grabbed the teen by the arm and pulled him back.

"Aaron, do you want to get us kicked out of here?" The arm's owner asked him bluntly.

The girl put her hands on her hips and leaned into him.

"That wouldn't have happened," Aaron said, rolling his eyes.

"Yes. Yes it would have."

"Oh …" Aaron glanced down at the ground and smirked. He was tall with shaggy brown hair and had a fairly suntanned look all year round. His eyes were an expressive dark chocolate colour, ringed with a light tinge of blue from his contact lenses. He was currently wearing a tight black polo t-shirt and white cargo shorts. Aaron had a nasty habit of knowing more than he should, both in and out of school. People tended to come to him for advice on their problems, so before most others, Aaron would know that the school slut was pregnant, or that the quarter-back was a father. That was just the kind of guy Aaron was. His peers liked him because he listened and helped, parents loved him for caring, but people with low budget gutter-jobs, like this tour guide, loathed him when he decided to express his intellect.

"You know, if I spend much more time in the sun, I'm going to turn completely black," Vivian said. She had light brown, café au lait-coloured skin, with tightly curled dark hair that fell in sheets to her shoulders. Her eyes, too, were dark, but filled more with enthusiasm than emotions. She sported a tight fitting red tank-top with jean Capri's. Vivian was that one person who could always cheer you up, whether it was something as simple as making a joke about her half-blackness, or something as difficult as texting you until three in the morning, repeatedly coming up with a slur of encouraging words and hilarious innuendos. Without Vivian and her humour, many people would admit to having cracked. She could win over almost anybody if they managed to break her out of her shell, for Vivian tended to be almost invisible to people who weren't paying attention. She spoke softly when she felt intimidated, and so, she could pretty much get away with saying anything.

"Oh my," a second girl said. She flipped her bangs out of her eyes and raised an eyebrow. Jocelyn had long gold-coloured hair that floated to the small of her back, like a smooth curtain of every shade of brown and blonde imaginable. Her hair was always covering her right eye, but not in a gothic manner, rather, in a way that was just very Jocelyn. Jocelyn was a very quiet girl who currently donned purple and white plaid shorts and a plain t-shirt with a beach at sunrise stitched into the front. She was quiet and logical, grounded and fun at the same time. Jocelyn was intuitive and inventive and exciting but reserved; a blend few people were gifted enough to see.

It was December 21st in Lamanai, Belize, and several people were currently partaking in a tour of the ruined Mayan city at 10 in the morning.

"When does this tour end?" Matt frowned. Matt too, was a high school senior, who had agreed to the trip to the ruins that their school had put together. (Thirty individuals had been chosen, and then split into groups of six to explore the Mayan ruins on the alleged doomsday.) He had thick hair that he had dyed black during his second year of high school and was wearing jeans and a loose black t-shirt, advertising some band. He had at one point been kind of a loser, but Vivian had begun taking a shine to him approximately three years ago, and now, he was a close friend of the group. Matt was fun to be around, he had stories and several hidden talents that were just plain interesting, like origami, the ancient Japanese art of paper folding. Was it useful? Not really. But was it entertaining? Most definitely. He wasn't extremely smart or organized, but he had managed to boost his grades enough to slide through to senior year with the rest of them.

"That sign said at 11 ..." a third girl said. "And it's, like ..." She glanced at the bright yellow watch on her arm, "11 ..." She nodded. Daphne had blonde hair with pale white skin, not as pale as Jocelyn's, but still fairly light. She was wearing yellow and orange plaid booty shorts and a tight hot pink tank-top, the hot weather much different than the normal Canadian chill that she was used to. Her eyes were a blue that seemed to pierce you, but it was really the aesthetic perfectionism of her that got to you; light, flawless skin; soulful eyes; blonde, shoulder-length hair; long legs and full lips. She was every guys dream, but her emotions tended to run wild, and so, she was usually single: they all were, except for Aaron and Vivian who had been dating for three years, three months and twenty-eight days, as he had quickly calculated when she asked him that morning. They had spent all night in her hotel room last night, for his birthday.

"Thank you very much for participating in Mayan Tours, please follow the signs to the exit. Please do not leave the path." As the tour group moved off, Jocelyn moved to follow but Jasper pulled her back to where he and Daphne were. The others paused.

"So ... we're obviously going to leave it right?" The last guy in their group spoke arrogantly. He had curly hair dyed blue and pasty white skin. This was Jasper, he had transferred from Transylvania two years ago. Jasper wasn't really much a part of their group, he was more of an enigma actually, he had simply been bunched with them when they couldn't find a sixth person. Daphne seemed to have taken a shine to him though. "Oh yeah, for sure!" Daphne readily agreed with him, as she had been doing since they arrived.

"I don't know ..." Jocelyn frowned.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun." Matt clapped her on the back and moved to stand where Jasper had wrapped his arm around Daphne.

"But what if we get caught? It says trespassers will be shot." Aaron pointed to a metal sign screwed into a fence post nearby.

"We could say we got separated from the tour."

"I kind of want to go ..." Vivian said nervously.

"Fine," Aaron agreed.

"Fine." Jocelyn waved her arms above her head in defeat.

11:04

"All right. Where are we?" Aaron rounded on Jasper.

"Who cares?" Jasper shot back.

"Me! I thought when you suggested going off on our own that you had a destination!"

"Well, what fun is that? Who cares?" He repeated.

"Obviously me!"

"Boys!" Daphne shoved them apart, as they argued they had stepped closer and chances are Jasper would've thrown the first punch shortly thereafter. Aaron and Jasper hadn't gotten along well since they arrived.

"He's just jealous that I could totally grind his coffee-cup whenever I wanted," Jasper sneered. Vivian looked taken aback.

"And that," Aaron pointed out, "is exactly why I hate you!"

"Because I could totally do your girlfriend?"

"Because you think you could totally do my girlfriend!"

"Which you couldn't." Vivian pointed out, looking offended.

"Oh please, you totally want some o' this." He gestured to his crotch and Vivian smiled and stepped forwards, passing Aaron and Daphne and slowly stroking Jasper's cheek. She smiled sweetly.

"You know Jasper. I do want you to do one thing for me." She flashed him a blinding smile. Jasper smirked and locked eyes with Aaron before licking his lips and nodding.

"Anything baby."

Vivian's smile suddenly vanished and she slapped him across the face. Hard. Then the smile was back. "Feel pain." She walked away but Daphne blocked her.

"You apologize to him!" she shrieked.

"Why should I? He's a cocky jerk."

"He's just confident." She grimaced. "Now apologize."

"No."

"I'm bigger than you," she threatened.

"I'm tougher than you," Vivian retorted.

"I won't hold her back," Aaron admitted.

"I won't either," Jasper flared and stepped up to Aaron.

"I'm scared," Jocelyn whispered to Matt, wide eyed.

"I think I'll go help Aaron," Matt then all hell broke loose.

Daphne slapped Vivian and smiled rudely, but then Vivian punched her in the mouth, splitting her lip open. Daphne shrieked and charged at her, knocking her down between where Jasper and Aaron were standing. Aaron turned to look at Jocelyn who shrugged and Jasper took this time to punch him in the side of the head. Matt came up behind Jasper and elbowed his gut. As Jasper doubled over, Matt helped Aaron to his feat.

Vivian twisted her body until she was on top and started slapping Daphne repeatedly, whilst Daphne frantically tried to twist away. Jocelyn raced over and grabbed Vivian off of Daphne and then held them apart. "We shouldn't be fighting," she said and both girls appeared to calm. "Good," she said, taking a step back. Then Daphne charged again, but Vivian sidestepped and swung her hand into Daphne's nose. It started to gush blood and she swung at Vivian, hitting her in the chest.

"You hit my boob!" Vivian gasped and lunged at Daphne, sidestepping Matt, who had been hit to the ground by Jasper. Aaron ducked a blow and leaped to the side as Jasper tried to hit him too, tripping him up with his left foot. Jasper fell to the ground and Matt pounced, kicking him repeatedly. Jocelyn watched nervously.

And then came the first gun-shot. All of the action stopped.

"I told you!" Aaron yelled. "They don't even have to ask questions! We're not a tour group, they can just shoot!"

"Run!" Jocelyn yelled and took off in one direction. Daphne ran in the other. Jasper followed her. The other's followed Jocelyn.

11:09

"We got shot at ..." Vivian said nervously. She, Aaron, Jocelyn and Matt had found a rather homey feeling cave, dodging bullets as they whizzed by. There appeared to be only one shooter, and he alternated between their group, and Daphne's.

"You mustn't be here!" a voice called out from farther in the cave. Aaron shivered.

"All right, let's leave." Vivian grabbed Jocelyn's arm and hurried to exit immediately. Aaron didn't follow.

"Wait! Stay!" the voice called again.

Jocelyn stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Could you, like, make up your mind?"

"Stay, stay," the voice said again, and then a figure appeared. The woman before then was old and obese, but amazingly beautiful. She had black, coal coloured skin that was pure and clean looking all over, covered with woven burlap dressings. What looked like nothing but underwear, but still managed to ooze grace and wisdom and beauty. Her voice was silky and smooth and husky, yet pure. Her hair was a single sheath of black silk that fell to the floor, topped with a tiara made from brittle twigs and stone. Vivian looked at Aaron oddly. Matt too wasn't moving. They just stared at her. She looked like an Amazonian princess.

"What's wrong with them?" Jocelyn asked nervously.

The woman chuckled, a tinkling, pleasant sound. Matt and Aaron sighed simultaneously. "They are smitten with me."

"What?" Vivian said angrily. She slapped Aaron's chest, but he didn't move.

"I have been gifted by the Mayan gods, with immense health and beauty. They can't help but adore me. This is why I chose to live in these caves, for though all men loved me, as I so wished, none were capable of speech or actually loving, struck dumb were they by my appearance." The old woman was at once contrite, but breathed a shuttering breath and stared at a formation of rocks at the entrance to the cave. "11:10. There is no time!" She rushed to the back of the cave and grabbed a clay bowl of purple-green potion. "Drink! Drink!" She pressed the bowl into Vivian's hands and disappeared back into the cave.

"Should I?"

"She's pretty ..." Matt breathed once the woman was out of sight, her spell having a weaker effect on him now. "What's that?" He pointed at the jar.

"Umm ... juice?" Jocelyn said awkwardly, then motioned for Vivian to pass him the bowl. He took it and drank.

"That tasted great." He passed it to Aaron as he shook out of his stupor. He too drank.

"Yum." He licked his lips. "Want some?" He passed it back to the girls. They shrugged and each took a drink. The woman returned then and Aaron and Matt returned to their state of dumbness. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. In her arms were sturdy looking contraptions.

"Use these for protection." She thrust them into Jocelyn's arms and then nodded to them. "I must leave you know. But remember me as I am now, the beautiful Wise Woman Forsyth." And then she disappeared.

"Bows and arrows?" Aaron asked. "When did you build them?"

"I didn't," Vivian said stubbornly. "You were too busy drooling over that woman to notice what she was doing at all! She brought these out for us to protect ourselves ..."

"Protect ourselves from what though?" Jocelyn asked, taking a bow from the pile she had dropped on the ground. It was sturdy and wooden she grabbed an arrow and pulled back on the bowstring. She took aim farther back in the cave to test the weapon when a shriek rang out and a figure sprang out of the shadows. Jocelyn screamed and lost her grip on the arrow-head, sending it flying into the head of the oncoming humanoid. "Oh, my God!" she gasped and backed up. Aaron, Vivian and Matt all grabbed a weapon quickly.

"What was that?" Vivian asked nervously. Aaron inched forwards nervously and stared down into the figure's face. The arrow markings, the red eyes and the bleeding, toothless mouth couldn't totally mar the beauty that once was.

"Oh, my God," Jocelyn gasped once again. "It's Wise Woman Forsyth. What happened?" She dropped to her knees and started to tear up.

"She's a zombie," Vivian said certainly. "Left 4 Dead, remember? The video game? Its creators were Mayan worshipers, I read about it online. This is what they meant; the Mayan's knew that science would eventually ruin evolution. There was a plan that started long ago, a formula for agelessness. Nobody would ever have to die, at least not of old-age. There were flaws in the plan, but I'm guessing the scientists were too involved to even consider backing out. Over the years, the idea has evolved and evolved and finally, we had the resources to make it work. The Mayan's mapped out when exactly this would happen and discovered that it fell on this day, at this time. It wasn't spiritual at all, it was mathematical and scientific. The formula must not have been finished and then was released, turning the people into a state of living-death instead."

"How did you know all that?" Matt asked. Aaron and Jocelyn stared at her dumbfounded. Vivian blushed.

"I was bored on Google one day ..." she admitted.

"So why aren't we zombies?" Aaron asked.

"I'm guessing that Wise Woman Forsyth was a scientist and that potion we drank was an antidote."

"Immunization?"

"What?"

"An antidote would heal you, an immunization would prevent you from getting sick." Aaron explained.

Vivian sighed. "Whatever."

"Well aren't some people naturally immune to stuff though?" Jocelyn pointed out.

"Yeah, there must be a few hundred people that won't become zombies," Vivian said.

"You're assuming your theory is correct, we don't know if most people on Earth suddenly became un-dead." Aaron tried to reason. Jocelyn nodded.

"Yeah, we should go into town, if everybody is a zombie, we'll high-jack a car and get to the airport, then fly back to Canada to find living people there to help us. If everybody is alive, we'll say that there is some sort of disease out here in the caves and a woman was infected by it that needs looking into."

"Thank God you're you." Aaron mock bowed. "I honestly didn't have a plan." Just then a shadow passed in front of the cave opening. Vivian ducked behind a boulder. Aaron followed her, both of them leaving their weapons behind. Matt grabbed his bow and hid in a corner while Jocelyn ran for her arrow, leaving her in plain sight. A flash of blue hair passed by the cave entrance and Jocelyn turned around.

"Jasper?"

"Jocelyn!" Vivian yelled and a long winding tongue lurched in and curled around her. Jocelyn screamed as she was dragged from the cave.

"No!" Aaron yelled and hurdled the boulder. Matt was already gone, racing ahead with his bow at the ready. Aaron forgetfully left his behind, but Vivian grabbed hers and was gone, leaving the cave as empty as it had been, not ten minutes before. Bursting out, the group found that the sunlight was now hidden behind dark clouds, casting an ominous grey light upon their surroundings. And then the rain started.

Matt sprinted faster than he'd ever sprinted before, his shoes sloshing in the already mucky sand, he knew that Aaron could easily catch up with them, but he didn't have a weapon and probably wouldn't leave Vivian all alone in a mass of crumbling ruins if he did. He knew she couldn't catch him, so it was all on his shoulders to save Jocelyn. He could hear her screaming farther up and somehow managed to double his already fast pace until he knew he was gaining on the sounds.

"Help me, please!" Jocelyn shrieked from somewhere close by and Matt leapt over another rocky outcropping, bow in hand, landing directly on the shoulders of Jasper. Or at least, what remained of Jasper.

His previously pale skin was now purplish and bulbous looking. His eyes had turned from green to red and his posture was slouched backwards, so that his chest stuck out in front of him. But the one detail that was the most apparent was his tongue. It was long and sticky and currently wrapped tightly around Jocelyn, her cheeks were turning blue as she fought for breath. He was beating against her with his decaying fists like a butcher attempting to tenderize a piece of meat.

"Save me ..." Jocelyn wheezed and Matt jumped back, off of Jasper. The zombie turned and glared at him angrily.

"Aaron! Viv!" he called, before pulling his arrow from the bow. He jumped and stabbed it through the fiend's still extended tongue. It recoiled and jumped backwards a short distance.

"Aw, hell. You were a bitch before you turned and you're a bitch again!" Aaron spat as he hurtled the outcropping.

"Jasper's a Smoker," Vivian said matter-of-factly as she climbed after him. "The Wise Woman was a Hunter." She paused. "Where's Daphne?" She didn't receive her answer, however, as Jasper's tongue, which had unravelled from Jocelyn, was now snaking around her and dragging her away. Vivian screamed, dropping her bow, and hooked her arms around a rock, stopping Jasper in his tracks.

Aaron grabbed a broken chunk of stone and ran at him. "This is going to feel so good." He winked at Vivian as he passed. Jasper was trying frantically to pull her off of the rock, but she held strong and soon Aaron was upon him, rock in hand. He brought it down, wincing slightly as it connected with his swollen face. Blood splattered up, but Aaron jumped awkwardly out of the way. And then started coughing hard as he was enveloped in a cloud of fumes. He waved his hands in front of his mouth to blow away the smoke. Vivian, now free from her bindings, grabbed his arm and pulled him away. "Thanks," He wheezed.

"My hero." She mocked and he stuck out his tongue, but immediately tasted the grimy coating that layered his lips. "Ugh! Gross!" He started clawing at his tongue whilst Vivian laughed. They went back to rejoin the others.

"Y'okay, JL?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah, if it makes you feel any better, Aaron turned into a chimney pipe!" His girlfriend giggled and he shoved her playfully.

"You hush."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little short of breath. Did you get him?" Jocelyn cocked her head. Aaron nodded. "You didn't kill Jasper, you know. That thing was not Jasper. Just like, wherever she is, Daphne is not Daphne, and we will have to kill her." There was a moment of silence in which nobody spoke.

"How though?" Matt bit his lip. "How are we supposed to fight anything with just these?" He gestured to the wood in his hands.

"I killed that Smoker with a rock." Aaron pointed back in the direction of the execution.

"Well, we can't just keep using whatever we find. We need something we can rely on, and Jocelyn left her weapon back with yours," Matt pointed out. "And Vivian and I can't fight off a bunch of zombies with one arrow a piece using a weapon we've never used before."

"Infected," Vivian said.

"What?"

"In the game, they're called infected."

"Oh. Cool." Matt turned and pointed into the near distance. "Jasper led us here by accident, but I like to think he wanted to do something nice for us before he completely lost his mind." Matt was pointing at the massive gun-tower nearby. There was a figure moving around at the top, and one half-way down, clearly visible through the window slots, but besides that, everything was still. The plan was unspoken, they needed guns to survive, that station had guns. There was no other option.

And then a shrill roar filled the air. The look of horror on Vivian's face was immediate. "Run!" A pause "It's a hoard!" Vivian screamed and raced forwards, Aaron swore and grabbed her hand, causing her to run even faster, with him pulling her farther ahead every time both of her feat were off the ground. Jocelyn and Matt took off after them, with Jocelyn putting forth a surprising amount of speed.

"What's a hoard?" Matt yelled up and Vivian turned her head slightly to respond, but he only caught bits and pieces of her words, like, "Tons ... infected ... Boomers ... Tank ... kill ... just run."

A thin black line rose steadily on the horizon, a low rumble with it. Three lone shapes bounded immense distances and then they were upon them.

Aaron heard the whistling in his ear and skidded to the ground, pulling Vivian with him as a Hunter sprang overhead, missing them by inches. The Hunter landed and jumped again almost immediately, Aaron pulled his legs in and launched the zombie into the air as it connected with them, uncoiling like a spring. It flailed slightly, but righted itself shortly thereafter and landed idly by on a rock. Aaron lost his grip on Vivian's hand and she disappeared from his line of vision. The Hunter jumped again and Aaron rolled out of the way, barely making the escape. He then found himself backed against a pillar of ruin. He cringed, but a jean clad leg stepped in front of him and her caramel arm swung the club simultaneously as the Hunter tensed its legs and jumped, its head exploded upon contact.

"They're getting closer, we have to get to the tower!" Vivian yelled, but a thick tongue snaked out from the steadily gaining crowd and grabbed her ankle. She yelped and hit the sand hard, face first. Aaron bounced up, sparing no words, and grabbed the club from where Vivian had dropped it, racing after them, towards the zombie onslaught.

Matt turned around as the ear-splitting shriek hit him, only to be shoved forcefully to the ground by a hunter. It balled its hands and slashed at him repeatedly as he tried to cover his face. "Help me! Help me!" he yelled, and then he was free. Jocelyn stood above him, foot still lowering from where she had dropkicked the hunter into the nearby cave. The hunter caught itself before it fell completed and leaped back out into the bleak grey sunlight. Jocelyn grabbed the bow from Matt's outstretched hand and swung it, cracking it hard against the fiend's mass, not enough to do any real damage, but the creature did stumble and fall short of its target. Matt took his arrow and stabbed it straight into the zombie's eye socket. It screamed loudly in defeat.

"We need to help Viv!" Jocelyn grabbed Matt's arm, helping him up from where he still lay on the ground.

"No, we need to get to the tower." He pulled her the other way. She followed but turned to look back at where the new struggle had ensued.

The third Hunter was toying with Aaron, he knew, jumping one way, arm outstretched to smack him on the way past, and then the other. His foot was clamped down hard on the Smoker's tongue, not allowing it to move any farther, but he had nothing sharp enough to cut it.

"Let me go Aaron! Get to the tower!" Vivian yelled, but he refused. The Hunter jerked past again and he felt his lip split open. Vivian swore and continued to search the ground. Aaron growled and held his arms out in front of him, cloths-lining the Hunter, who spun once and then fell to the ground, dazed. Aaron bent down, free from attack and held out his hand. His nails had always grown fast, a fact that his girlfriend loathed, but now would come in handy. He bent his index finger and drew a sharp line across the Smoker's tongue, not enough to break through, but enough to reveal a thick, red line of blood. It screeched loudly from where it stood, far behind, routed to the spot by pain. Vivian cried out in surprise as her fingers brushed her arrow that had been half buried in the sand and jabbed it through the recovering Hunter's chest, causing him to scream in death. She pulled it out then and jabbed it through the Smoker's tongue. Aaron stepped off and flicked through it once more, freeing Vivian from her bindings. He picked her up and sprinted as hard as he could, with her in his arms to the gun tower.

"They're coming! They're coming!" Matt yelled excitedly, holding the door open wide. He turned to look at Jocelyn, whose face turned almost immediately to horror as the meek sunlight was blocked by a grotesque, round beast. Matt turned and yelped. This creature was obese and made continuous gurgling noises. Its stomach was covered in expanding welts. It roared before spewing bile through the doorway and straight into Matt's face. He yelped and tried to wipe his eyes clean of the greenish sludge as Jocelyn retreated farther into the complex.

Jocelyn jumped into the nearest room as a more humanoid looking zombie bounded down the stairs. She suspected it was one of the two they had spotted from the ground. She looked around nervously, and found, to her joy, that she was in the supply room. She grabbed a flashlight and slipped it into her pocket and started searching the drawers for weapons. She brought out a long, glinting butcher's knife and smiled sadistically.

"Jocelyn!" Matt yelled as he backed away blindly, straight into another being. It pushed him to the ground and started clawing at his chest. He managed to punch it in the face and knock it away, but before he could rise, the balloon creature had spewed more vomit onto his person. He could feel it wasting him away.

"Hold on!" Jocelyn yelled as she re-entered the room, throwing her butcher's knife from where she stood at the vomiting beast. It collided with his stomach and she screamed as it exploded, sending a final wave of throw-up across the room, missing her completely as she ducked back out. Matt sat up, but the zombie was on him again, he swung his fists, hitting it in the head, conveniently knocking it into a pipe and busting it's head open.

"A Boomer. And a common infected." Vivian labelled as Aaron dropped her to the ground. He turned and slammed the door shut.

"How much time do we have?" he asked, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"Plenty, as long as a tank doesn't come. That door is iron. But the Boomer attacked here, so this is where they'll be drawn to." Vivian said. But she bit her lip. "The Boomer, it was outside?"

"Yup, then it came inside and did this." Matt gestured around as Jocelyn stepped awkwardly back into the room, daintily reaching down and picking up her blood-soaked butcher's knife.

"But we saw two things in here," she continued. Jocelyn nodded. "Oh no."

"What?"

"Only one thing came down after the Boomer got you?" She directed the question at Matt.

"Mhmm, and then I killed it."

"Hardly," Aaron teased.

"There's a witch in the building."

"Aw, hell," Aaron whined. "A witch?"

"What?"

"A witch is the strongest zombie I know of. We've got to be careful," Vivian advised and the other's nodded.

"But first things first. We need to find the weaponry," Aaron said. "Priorities for us are backpacks, first aid kits, guns, ammo, flashlights, pipe bombs and Molotov cocktails. Remember, just because we only saw two doesn't mean that there were only two. Anything that was blocked by a heavy door could not have gotten to the Boomer bile."

"Yeah, cause they've got Molotov cocktails in a guard tower," Vivian said dryly. Aaron stuck out his tongue at her and she rolled her eyes. A steady pounding started against the door and Aaron jumped away from it.

"Whatever, I think we should split up, from what I can tell, there are four levels. There are four of us. There's one witch. Avoid any weird sounds, if she's here, she's probably wandering around because we managed to spot her through the window. I'm guessing that any rooms in here connect to the main stairwell room," Aaron dictated. "I'll check out the actual guard tower part, the top floor. Viv, you stay down here and explore. Matt, the second floor. JL, the third floor. Let's go." He took off, jumping up the iron staircase two at a time. The others stared at one another.

"Who made him king?" Vivian joked but started towards the adjoining room. Jocelyn and Matt took off up the stairs, going at a much slower pace.

Aaron reached the top floor fairly quickly, but was panting anyways. The room was wide and had only two adjoining rooms. He first scoured the room he was in. There was a large, black gun lying discarded at the foot of a window where the guard on duty had no doubt shot at them. He picked it up testily, and held it firmly in his hands. The assault rifle was light in his arms and he held it to his eye testing it, He glanced to the side as a steady croaking sound filled the room.

Jocelyn tightened her hold on the butcher knife as she entered the third floor lobby. There were no windows, but the light had been left on by the now-un-dead-then-alive soldier that now lay in two parts, two floors below. There was only one room leading off from the lobby, but it looked big. She pushed the door open and a steady sobbing noise filled the room. "Hello?" She asked tentatively, reaching over for the light switch. She flipped it once, but the light was burnt out or broken. She reached for the flashlight in her pocket, aimed into the darkness and turned it on.

Matt closed the door behind him as he entered the infirmary. The first room on the second level had been filled with pre-packaged or canned foods, they could be useful, but they had nothing to carry them in. Matt spotted first aid kits in a glass case in the far corner and walked over to it. Unbeknown to Matt, another creature was crawling across the floor towards him. The creature's long arms and massive claws leading its smaller lower half silently. Its torn jaw smiling menacingly. Its curved spine, curving even more as it prepared to jump.

Vivian took the metal chair she had found and wedged it against the door handle, she hadn't heard the cry of the tank yet, but that didn't mean it wasn't out there, waiting, watching. She entered the first of four rooms on the bottom level, and found herself wedged into an over-stuffed walk-in closet. She walked awkwardly to the far end and grabbed four army fatigue backpacks from a shelf, weaving between over-stuffed winter jackets and overturned war-style veterans boots. She shouldered a pack and threw the others' near the staircase before moving off into the second room. She didn't notice the blood seeping out from beneath the fourth doorway.

Okay, so there you have it, you've met Aaron, Vivian, Jocelyn, Matt, Daphne, Jasper and Wise Woman Forsyth. I don't want to give anything away, but I will say that just because you think somebody doesn't have any more to do with the story, doesn't mean they don't. Please review, I'll update after my exam tomorrow. Wish me luck! It's Sciences Humaines :( Sucky.