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A/N: Hey guys, sooo I had an idea about an endverse!AU and surprise - wrote it.
And to cut a long story short, I hope you like it and I look forward to your reviews.

PS: English is not my native language, so if you find any mistakes, feel free to point them out to me.

Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1 – The Beginnings

I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse

Imagine Dragons – Radioactive

Birds. Freaking birds chirping. Functioning like a clockwork. What's a rooster, when you can have jovial birds at five in the morning to wake you up! Groaning and slowly blinking the sleep from my eyes, I looked around the small tent. My body ached from the workload yesterday, washing the dirty and sometimes blood crusted shirts of the men and women in the camp. I hated that task, but what can one professional librarian do in the face of a zombie apocalypse, without a library? Not much, I would say…

Well, technically the zombies are referred to as 'croats' around here. But after reading hundreds of fictional books about zombies you are inclined to call humans with no emotions and the need to kill and eat your flesh – zombies.

To be honest, I don't really know how I ended up in a real life zombie movie though. Nobody in their right mind would have imagined what went down. It started about three years ago. First the government (you can't trust politicians) tried to talk it down. They said it was only a small misconception and the leading physicians were doing their best to find a fast antidote. Truth was, there were no leading physicians and there was no antidote. They were all out of their depths and the world went into a state of emergency. City after city went down.

I was lucky that I had spent my holidays at my aunt's house out in the country, with miles of land around us and no civilisation in sight. We heard the news over the radio and I immediately tried to phone my parents, but I never reached them and they never called. I didn't want to believe it, I couldn't believe it, but deep down I knew they fell victim to the virus. My aunt was my saving grace, because with certainty if I had been alone I wouldn't be alive anymore.

We camped out at her house for a few days and tried to wait for instructions from the government or the army to come through. The television went down after two days, the radio station lasted for another four. After that it was only static – no signs of humanity.

I cried for two days.

I really thought my life would end right at that moment, because I couldn't comprehend all that or rather I didn't want to. Either way, my aunt took matters into her own hands. She slapped me across the face, told me to get my bearings together or I was no relative of her – she always was more on the rough side.

Her husband was a ranger once, he died of lung cancer many years ago, but left an arsenal of weapons behind. She collected them all: shotguns, handguns, knives, machetes. She also packed all of her canned food and water, clothes to wear and a handful of old photos. She howled me out of the house and into the jeep and off we went.

We spent days on the road trying to find survivors before the car broke down. There was nothing left in the tank, so we had to move by foot. After day two and a quick nap at a rundown and really disgusting motel, we ran into the first croats. My heart had hammered in my chest I was sure they could hear it, that's how loud it was. I was absolutely terrified! There was this brutal cold hunger in their eyes, no traces of humanity left. They were like animals, wild animals. I will never forget the feeling that overcame me, that feeling of utter hopelessness and the fundamental need to scream.

But before a single sound left my throat and any further gory thoughts invaded my mind, a gunshot nearly tore my right eardrum apart. "Run!" was the first thing I registered after that and surprisingly my body reacted faster than my brain, because next thing I knew, I was running down the narrow alleyway, my aunt hot on my heels – smoking shotgun in hand.

After several turns we leaped into an empty building, or rather we thought it was empty. It was an old pharmacy, which seemed to be raided, but there were still a few antibiotics and other medicine packages of value on the shelfs. As my eyes drifted further to the counter, I was rooted to the spot, behind it stood two man both pointing guns at my aunt's and my head with a steady grip. Never in my life was I happier than in that moment.

So that would be the tale of how we joined Camp Chitaqua. It was a large space deep in the forest outside of the ruins of Kansas City, with old hunting cabins and makeshift military tents for the big number of people who inhabited the camp. Every day I was dreaming about living in one of the log cabins, but you had to be freaking lucky or you had to be of great use for the community to get in one of those.

The tents were okay, but they weren't that comfortable, for apparent reasons. Not far from them, there was this huge place where they dumped all of the junk (and when I say all of the junk, I mean all of the junk!). It reeked terrible, but they said, it helped to hide us from the zombies – as if! The real protection was a chainlink fence topped with barbed wire which surrounded the entire camp and the patrols who guarded the fence day in and day out. They looked grim and never smiled, and what bothered me the most – they didn't talk. Nevertheless I still greeted every time I saw one of them, because I was aware of what they did for us.

The rustling of fabric at my tent's entry informed me of company. I rolled out of bed and stretched my limbs.

"Hey Maddison!" The young redheaded girl popped through the cracks of the tent and waved hello. She was a little red faced – it clashed horrible with her hair. She reminded me a bit of Ginny Weasley with a spoonful of Ron personality and probably a handful of bitchy Cho Chang mixed into. I liked her a lot!

"Brynn what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in school." I tried to reprimand her, but she just rolled her eyes at me and made a dismissive hand gesture. I gave her a stern look.

"Oh come on that is so boring. I want to learn how to fight and not how to freaking milk a cow. That is so 1965." She whined and plopped down on the opposite end of my bed.

"Wow, could you be less Taylor Swift and more like a teenager in a zombie apocalypse?" My commentary earned me what she called 'bitchface number 7', another eye-roll and a mumbled "Duh no, 'cause there is no fun in that." And before I could say anything else, she moved on.

"Anyway I heard from Carl that there is another supply run, like right now, they are loading everything they need on the jeeps. Please Maddie, come with me, I want to watch when they leave!" Brynn grabbed my hand and pulled - urgently. I stumbled from my sitting position on the bed to a standing one – she must have trained, there was no way a seventeen-year-old girl was stronger than a thirty-two year old, and no I was not looking for an excuse for my lack of muscle tissue.

"Come on Maddie!" Brynn tugged again and I barely had time to slip into my shoes and put on a grey cardigan from the lonesome stool standing in the corner, before I was pulled from the warmth of the tent into the cold crisped air of winter.

"It's going to be a huge one. They want to go near the city and clear out an old warehouse. They say there's lots of canned food and toilet paper!" The Redhead informed me and I grunted unintelligently. I knew we needed supplies badly, but I hated the idea of a few men going out and risking their lives for the likes of me – or generally the people in this camp. I should be able to take care of myself, I was a freaking adult, but the truth said otherwise. There was a bigger chance for the little seventeen-year-old to handle this situation better than I ever would.

I sighed. "You could've let me change at least. It's freezing and I'm standing here in my ridiculous pyjama." I earned another eye-roll – the third today. You know, if I didn't love her like a sister, I would have totally slapped her upside the head right then and there. She could be an annoying little pickle sometimes.

We stopped near the market place in the middle of the camp. There were two jeeps, four men and two women loading weapons onto them. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but despite how many times I would watch it unfold, it would just never feel right.

"Look, look – there he is. He's soo cute." Brynn exclaimed und jumped slightly on the spot and successfully diverting me from the dark places in my brain. I suppressed a chuckle. "Who?"

"Chuck!" She pointed to a short man with a beard and dark slightly curly hair. He had a clipboard in hand and was talking to a blonde man standing next to him. Chuck 'No Last Name' was the guy who kept track of our stock. I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't he like… too old for you? He's like ancient."

"Oh wow way to insult yourself Maddie," came the sarcastic retort from Brynn. "He is like, only a few years older than you."

"Well, you're only seventeen, so that's not even legal." I countered.

"As you like to say, we're living in a freaking zombie apocalypse. There is no such thing as legal or not legal," Brynn shrugged and grinned. "Besides, I'm not the one who has a crush on a fictional character," she grinned and continued changing her voice into a higher pitch. "Oh Sirius Black is such a cutie-pie. I wish I could meet him. He's literally so hot. Why didn't she write a book about the Marauder? What a shame!"

Brynn broke off and cackled, I crossed my arms and glared at her. "I don't talk like that! And I do not have a crush on Sirius Black!" I pointed out and huffed. "And there are rules, Brynn."

"Spoilsport." She muttered half smirking and turned back to the events around us. The group had packed everything into the cars and was now ready to depart. I shivered and hopped from one foot to the other.

"Can I go back now? They are leaving. I want to change and I think you, young lady, have to go to your classes!" Okay, now I was sounding like a seventy-year-old.

Brynn shrugged with her shoulders and began to dismiss my comment about school, but stopped herself and got that specific gleam in her eyes which I really really really didn't like – at all.

"What?" I asked carefully.

"Sooo, you and Steve – did you make up again after your yelling session last Tuesday?" Brynn grinned dirty and made 'kissy faces'. My face grew hot and I turned away. Nope, I would not talk about Steve and I, because there was nothing to talk about ever again. That man was one of the worst representatives of the male species.

"Go to school Brynn." I said instead of answering her question, turned on my heels and trotted away from her, ignoring her 'Maddie, where are you going? What's going on?' shouts.

I had to fight back some tears and truth be told, suddenly I didn't want to go back to the part of the camp where the tents stood. So I chose the path through the rows of old wooden cabins, where dry leaves rested on the small stairs leading to the doors. I inhaled the fresh air and rubbed my cold hands together. I really hoped that I wouldn't get a cold. During these days a cold could be fatal.

After a few silent minutes, I stopped dead in my steps as I heard a small commotion coming from one of the nearest cabins. My eyes zoomed in on the cabin without a door – Castiel's cabin. The 'stoner' of the camp, who grew marijuana in plant pots, and held orgies with different women every other week. And no, I was never part of that.

I looked left and right, but there wasn't another person to witness the very vocal fight that broke out in the cabin. I should have kept moving, but I couldn't stop myself from listening. I was so going to regret this.