A/N: So, I'm aware that I've used Rikki before, but I feel she is my most developed character at this point of my sad writing hobby. I'll just treat it like she already knew what happened to her in my other story; Love Bites...which will be completed soon...just after my head gets over the whole zombie apocalypse thing that it's really into right now. I only own my own characters; I have no right to the Misfits song title and no rights to the characters from the radical game; Left 4 Dead 2.

I hope you like it! :)

ASTRO ZOMBIES

Chapter One: Dressed to Kill

"Hey get up Rikki! Get up! GET UP!" Bandit spouted; it was four-thirty in the afternoon and Rikki was still asleep. "It's Gavin's birthday! Jude wanted us over right away!"

I hopped out of bed and slapped on a pair of jeans and a different shirt. While I was combing my hair, I heard my mom's footsteps coming down the hall and the door creaked open.

"Hey, Rikki...oh dear...Are you really going to a birthday party dressed like that?" She frowned slightly at my attire. She quickly examined my closet and pulled out a dress she had given me that was hers in the 80's. It was an acid-washed denim corset with a lace-ridden skirt that was pretty short, but it looked good nonetheless...if you were going to a club, maybe...not a twelve year olds birthday party. "There, that's better."

"Mom, why are you wearing my dress?" I was utterly confused; my silk black dress I bought for a birthday party a few years back was flowing gently behind her legs as she stepped around the room, re-organizing my organized room. I flicked on the T.V so there would be noise instead of dead silence. The news was playing vaguely while my mother chose to talk over the 'Breaking News' bit. Something about some government secret in the States, nothing new that would affect Canada, since the boarders were more secured than ever and the States were on lockdown. I didn't really know what to make of it since my mom's voice was overpowering the report.

"Well, I'm going to this birthday party too, you know it is a social event and I can't have my adult daughter strut around in unsuitable clothing." Mom waved her hand in a dismissive matter. I didn't see how dressing like...well this...was any better than plain jeans and t-shirt. Well, okay, maybe the jeans had holes in them and my shirt was an Iron Maiden one with Eddie's face sprawled across it over the words 'Aces High'. But dressing like I was ready to hit the night life wasn't suitable for a kid's birthday party. I shrugged; I didn't feel like arguing over things my mom disagreed with. I suddenly cringed knowing that I was legally an adult by Canadian laws. It was strange though...my mom never cared about social events or what have you; she said just be yourself and have fun. That was always her motto. Maybe she wasn't feeling well or something. I flicked off the T.V after seeing no one was interested, even if the corner was labelled as 'Emergency Broadcast'.

I stepped outside and waited by the navy blue Ford Focus my parents had acquired under my name for grad. After I made the next payment, it would be officially mine. I sat there fiddling with the mirrors and listening to a Runaways song and tapping the steering wheel in beat until my parents filed out and a grumpy looking Bandit shadowed making a face at the back of my mother's head. She was dressed up in her black dress that had a fuchsia satin top part that was pleated in the middle and had four black buttons arranged in a square. It looked nice, but knowing my sister, she was just as unhappy in a dress as I was. My dad was wearing black dress pants with a plain white dress shirt and a navy clip-on tie. I felt a pang of jealousy; guys didn't have to dress up as much as girls, they just threw on fancier clothing and shinier shoes and they were good to go. Shrugging it off, I started the engine and drove towards Jude's house.

I noticed something strange; there were a LOT of kids dressed up and walking around into different houses. How many birthdays were there? I looked at Bandit in the rear view mirror; she looked just as confused as I did. We pulled up at the small duplex that had the little family of 'Pirates' living space. There were people filing into the place dressed fancy; Jude was at the door, seemingly waiting for us. She looked miserable in a green floral dress that was puffy from the tulle petticoat, with a pink ribbon at the waist that divided the top part that was white and ruffled like a little girls dress; the hem line was quite short.

"Hey guys..." Jude sighed in a tone of defeat, "My mom made me wear this...the last time I fucking wore it was when I was eight dudes! Eight! Anyways...the party's down here."

Jude led us down into a crowd of overly dressed people holding champagne and wine. Shaking my head absentmindedly, I wandered over to the punch table and scooped out some of the alcoholic one. Smiling that my parents couldn't say much about it; I saw some people on the road below the window pass in dresses or tuxes looking around in a daze. I couldn't quite think of what to think; all the adults were acting strange...sure some of them were normal by their standards, but my parents and numerous others were acting out of place.

"Glad you all could make it, it's time for cake." Suzie smiled graciously at everybody in the room. I looked at all the people, there were a lot that I didn't recognize, and Gavin didn't even look like he recognized any of them. She pointed to Gavin to sit in front of the neatly decorated cake while the strangers sang a chorus of 'Happy Birthday'. Sighing, Bandit and Jude signalled me to go with them. I just nodded and followed them up the stairs with a prepared lighter and joint in my bra, since I had no pockets. Before we got to leave the house entirely, my mom opened the door with a blank look on her face.

"Where are you going?" She asked in a creepily monotone voice. "Are you going to smoke pot? No, you're not. Now get back inside."

"Mom, honestly, there is too many people down there, it's stuffy and cramped. I'm not going back inside." I tilted my head indifferently towards her. She was either going to make a scene here or when we got home; I wasn't in the mood for either.

"You're grounded. Go home right now and I'll deal with you later." She gave a cold stare and went back down the stairs. Turning to Jude and Bandit, I shrugged and hopped in my car with the two sharing the backseat. As the car turned on, I found myself wondering if I was fit to drive having dipped into the alcoholic punch. I shrugged and turned to the two.

"I guess she forgot I'm nineteen already. It's hard to ground an adult." I winked at the two with a small smile. "So, where are we going?"

"I dunno the mall or something?" Jude looked bored, so I pulled out my last joint and some money for more. "Duuude!"

"Well, I'm in trouble anyways..." I shrugged, holding a lighter to the joint that was now hanging out of my mouth. I started the car as I passed the joint to the back seat. "Let's go...get a couple more joints? Jeremy's at some party...probably puking his guts up by now."

I checked the clock and nodded to confirm my theory. It was nine thirty-four, how we withstood hanging around and smiling plastically for four or so hours was beyond me. As we drove, there were a series of cop cars speeding by, not sparing a glance at the three of us smoking a very noticeable joint.

"Hey! We should get Kay! It'll be funny!" Bandit snickered to herself. I just nodded, knowing she had something planned for her, "Who knows...maybe she'll stop acting 'fat' for a day and take a break from her zombie apocalypse!"

"Haha, she's so weird, dude." I commented aimlessly; Kay had taken a liking for acting out every bit of her favourite character. "I mean, how obsessed could you be over a game?"

"I guess you can be very obsessed, dude." Jude laughed lightly, "Hey, can we go to the park or something? Maybe go to Moresby Creek or something?"

"Sure dude. But let's get Kay first." I said even though we were in front of Kay's house by then, it was just easier to state what the vague plans were. "Bandit, you go get her or something..."

"Okay, be right back!" Bandit smiled and bolted out of the car to the front door. She came running back as Kay emerged from her house, with her favourite t-shirt that read 'Bull Shifters'; leave it to Kay to be so odd.

"HI!" Kay spurted happily.

"Oh, hello Kay!" I smiled politely; sometimes, Kay could be too much, but she'd always been that way. My smile slightly deflated as I realized that all of the people I was hanging out with were two years younger than me and couldn't go into a bar or anything. Feeling older than I was, I started the car and drove off towards Moresby creek. While music played vaguely, the girls screamed along to their favourite song by My Chemical Romance; Blood. I couldn't help but join them. When we pulled to a stop by the trail entrance, I realized we were still in dresses and made a mental note to drive home and change at some point.

We made our way down the trail and came to a halt when we saw a mass of people in fancy clothing standing in a haze. Everyone had a joint or pipe of some sort. Smiling slightly, I turned to the three girls behind me and nodded towards the crowd of people, hinting that we should join. It was a little strange seeing people I recognized dress so formally; like my grad class was having a redo of prom outside. Kay looked unsure while passing through and almost flipped out when someone stuck a lit joint in her mouth; up until that point, Kay had never tried any drug besides Tylenol for headaches. She smiled however, even when she started coughing.

"That a girl, Kay." Bandit playfully slapped her friend on the back, "You're officially a man now!"

"Yay!" Kay smiled red faced. "Hey, how long are we staying here?"

"Until you're too fried to function!" Jude laughed as she stuck another joint in Kay's mouth; I guess people were just giving some away if someone didn't have anything lit.

"Duuude! Josh has a portable vape over there!" Bandit stumbled over, clearly dazed from however much she had. She waved Kay over to her and led her back to where ever she was a few moments before.

"Hey Rikki!" A guy I knew as Ed stumbled over, "You going to Frank's soon?"

"Um, probably; I have to get some stuff from Jeremy anyways." I smiled politely; I didn't quite like Jeremy's friends too much...they were awkwardly friendly to me when they were drunk and Jeremy wasn't looking.

"Cool, cool. So wanna smoke with me?" He held out a few joints which looked mighty tempting, but I was more interested in getting away from him.

"Uh, in a bit, I gotta find Bandit and shit." I smirked lopsidedly at Ed and disappeared in the large group. I found Jude first, sitting on the ground staring at the sky that had turned a reddish colour. "Whoa."

"Yeah I know...like what the fuck?" Jude was spaced out before she registered me standing there. "Hey, where's Bandit?"

"Somewhere in there." I pointed in the last place I saw her. "We should go soon, before cops come or what not."

Nodding, Jude pulled herself to her feet and shook off the dirt. She heard Kay somewhere yelling at people to shut up and listen to her.

"OI! We should like...run around like zombies and scare the piss outta anyone walking by and shit!" Kay was hopping in excitement, holding a metal paintball gun I didn't notice she had on her. "Come on dudes! It's perfect! There are like...LOADS of us! It'll be fun!"

There was a murmur of baked agreement and a few heads nodding; mostly, everyone shrugged as if to say; "Ah, what the hell."

Within a moment or so, everyone rushed back up the trail after the four of us; everyone was moaning and groaning or growling. Some people dashed off after random people they saw, but stopped if they got too far away. It was more boring than I thought it would be, since I couldn't really hit anyone, and I didn't have a paintball gun like Kay did; she was shooting red paintballs at people. Suddenly, there was a scream that didn't sound like it was out of sheer surprise, but that of fear.

There was a really loud guttural noise as something leapt on a girl from one of my math classes in a black hoodie. At first, I thought it might've been some creep trying to rape her, but when she stopped moving and blood pooled everywhere around her, I knew differently.

"HOLY SHIT DUDE!" Bandit screamed, which caused the mass of people around us to scatter. There was a lot of screaming that took place after the first attack. Then came the gunshots. It was all too surreal. Just one fucked up surreal blur. A big horde of people somewhere off in the distance were moving at a slow pace at first, but when they saw our group of people, it immediately sped up and started bolting towards us. As they got closer, I could see the blood dripping from their mouths, the chunks of skin missing on their faces, the lifelessness in their movements. Paralyzed in fear or disbelief, I felt a tug on my arm.

"FUCKING ZOMBIES!" Jude bolted down the street and up a small trail that led to Frank's house. "C'MON DUDES! WE GOTTA GO!"

"Shit." I turned and sped after them, regretting that I had parked on the opposite side of the trail we emerged from and hearing the useless clinks of my keys that were attached to my bracelet. I closed my eyes as I tried to process what was happening.

Once we were at the back door of Franks, we knew it was too late. The sliding door was shattered and screams could be heard from inside. I saw my best friend in there; I told Zee I was going to be at Franks after I hung out with Jude and Bandit. It didn't feel real to be staring at her wide eyes as life left them while the zombies gnawed at her. Tears started to form then fell when I saw what I was really dreading; Jeremy emerged from the broken slide door, covered in blood and making low noises with a wild look in his eyes. Once the eye contact was made, all I could do was run.

"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, seeing that Jude, Bandit and Kay were long gone. When the visible zombies were preoccupied with some people, I turned in confused circles, searching the scene for any of the girls. I spotted Bandit swinging an axe and chopping off limbs, while screaming at the top of her lungs a vast amount of obscenities. Jude was whacking zombies out of her way with a baseball bat she'd found somewhere, and Kay was holding a handgun she acquired after watching someone get overwhelmed by the hordes that just kept appearing. "COME ON! LET'S GO!"

Hearing my voice, the three girls made their way by chopping and shoving the dead-ish people aside. A crow bar was thrown and I caught it with mild confusion. I saw the smirking face of Kay who was clearly half enjoying herself. "Kill all sunsa bitches."

We hid behind a dumpster, just out of sight of everything and tried to come up with a sensible plan.

"Where the fuck do we go? What the fuck do we do?" My voice came out surprisingly calm, which seemed to calm the others down a little.

"Fuck man, I don't know." Jude choked out, taking a deep breath she spoke more calmly, "Wait...school's a week away...maybe there'll be a janitor or something cleaning and shit at a school!"

"DUDE! That's brilliant...but which one?" Kay pondered, she was baked, and half happy that zombies actually existed.

"How about Pineridge? It's pretty clo-" I was cut off as I felt a gooey constrictor wrap around my throat and arms. I could barely choke out my next words as I felt my weight get pulled backwards. "GET- THE- TONGUE! SHIIT!"

"FUCK!" Bandit ran over with her axe with a frantic look in her eyes and slashed at the tongue of what could only be described as a 'smoker'. Gasping for air, I fell to my knees and looked up.

"Now, let's go NOW!" I stood up as I regained some composure and grabbed the crowbar from where it had dropped.

As we passed hordes of zombies that were invading homes and sending people running about, we tried to yell to them to follow along, but each person we caught the attention of got jumped by either a 'hunter' or a 'jockey', or a mix of some sort of attack. After seeing so much blood in the past forty minutes, it didn't faze me as much when I took a katana that had been sharpened by the dead dude who was half holding it; he must've used it as a makeshift weapon; it was a decoration but, now that it was sharp, it felt more comforting than a crowbar.

The school was in sight, but no zombies were. It felt too good to be true, and proved so when a loud screechy growl was present and I felt myself fall flat on my face and warm sharp pains shooting through my back as I kicked to try get a presumable Hunter off of me. I heard muffled yells and screams as my hearing was starting to drown out. Suddenly it stopped and I found myself surprised to be on my feet again, and not some ghost or some shit staring at my own dead body. Though, the shit was beaten right out of me and I was bleeding from each limb of my body and I was dizzy from that much blood loss, I was still alive.

A couple of gunshots from Kay's gun fired to clear the last few zombies from the doorway and we ran as fast as we could towards the door. There was an old man in there, looking surprised that we were banging on the door. He quickly unlocked whatever locks he just locked and let us fall inside, closing the door behind us.

"What in the hell?" the man tilted his head and lifted us up one by one. "The library, it's barricaded."

I nodded, knowing the school from way back in grade two I found it quite easily. It looked a lot different from when I was six however; a metal door with bars on the window, and once inside the library, there was metal sheets where windows should've been and couches that were probably from the teachers' lounge, and mats from the Gym. There were also people.

"Aw hell, Ro, hand me them first-aid kits there; they's bin beat up pree' bad." We all knew it was Ellis, but not a one of us could speak for the umpteenth time that hour. Right in shitty little Prince Rupert, Canada were the four survivors from our favourite game ever.

A/N: I don't know how well I did for the first chapter, but reviewing might be nice. :3