Warm Bodies

Movie directed by Jonathan Levine and produced by David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman, Bruna Papandrea.

This version of Warm Bodies is by DuoXKouga and I would like to say one thing about the movie~ it was beautiful!

Characters:

Gamzee Makara as R the zombie

Karkat Vantas as Julie Grigio

John Egbert as Perry Kelvin, Julie's EX boyfriend

Tavros Nitram as M or Marcus the zombie friend of R

Sollux Captor as Nora friend of Julie

Sufferer as Colonel Grigio the father of Julie Grigio

This story will have appearences by other characters.

Summary: Gamzee is not your typical zombie. He's searching for something that he's been missing since the "Z" virus first caused the apolocalypse 8 years ago. Enter Karkat Vantas, the son of a Colonel who wants to save those who can be saved from the "Z" virus. Will a meeting between these two completely change everything they ever thought about? Or is this an ill fated meeting that will end in only tragedy and heartbreak?

Pairings (Seme/Uke): Karkat/Gamzee, Sollux/Tavros, hinted Sufferer/GHB and onesided Caliborn/Gamzee.

Warnings: language, violence, yaoi/slash, future smut, sexual assault, drugs, mentions of alcohol, and character death.

DuoXKouga: hello everyone. I bring you another Karkat/Gamzee fic! This time is full of zombies and love. I really loved the movie warm bodies and these two just kind of clicked for the characters. That's why I'm here. So enjoy!

Hint warning: Gamzee and Tavros will be referred to as "G" for Gamzee and "T" for tavros like R and M/Marcus are in the actual movie. This will take place in a fictional town somewhere in New York.

Thoughts / /

Speech ""

Italics: thoughts

Bold: What the charactr is doing

Prologue

Derse, New York: 8 years after the infection of the virus "Z"

G's POV

/What am I doing with my life?/ I thought as I staggered along the corridor occasionally bumping into a fellow corpse. /I'm too pale, I should get out more. I need to eat better. My posture is terrible. I should stand up straighter. People would respect me more if I stood up straighter. What's wrong with me? I just want to connect. Why can't I connect with people? Oh, right. It's because I'm dead. I shouldn't be so hard on myself. We're all dead./

I let out a sigh, but it came out as a grunt as I looked around the currently filfthy airport.

/That guy is dead. She's dead./ I looked at the people who walk towards me with a plain look on my pale face before I scan over by the luggage area seeing a body of a man laying face down. /That guy is difinetely dead./

I keep walking along with my slow paced walking. Everyone walks slower when they're dead, you know. I can't recall my name. I think it started with a G, but that's all I can recall. I can't remember my name, my parents, or my job. By the looks of my jacket, I would say I was unemployed.

Here I am just trying to piece together what little of my life that I can remember so I have some idea of where I came from or who I was before this whole Infection broke out. All I have of my past life is the letter G. I wear this worn out blackish hoodie that's left unzipped (zombie fingers, man. I can't even feel them, so I couldn't zip anything worth my dead life.). Underneath the hoodie is a faded purple t shirt that says "F-U-C-K-T-H-E-W-O-R-L-D" in white letters. I have some sort of necklace on with a little lock on it, but I always forget it's there.

Looking down at my legs slightly, I can see a pair of black skinny jeans cover my legs. They're torn on one knee and I can see the grayish skin peek out everytime my knee bends. I have a pair of purplish sneakers that have some holes in them. I have no idea where they came from. After a while, you lose track about almost everything.

I'm about 6'1'' with what appears to be shaggy black hair and grayish eyes. My cheeks are sort of hollowed out and black veins crawl up my neck towards my ears. I have some metal things pierced through my ear all over the place.

I wouldn't go as far to say I'm a weirdo, I'm just a little different from everybody else.

I grunt again and look around the new area with slight awe.

I'm lost.

No, seriously. I'm lost. I've never been in this part of the airport before. Great, I just had to start thinking again. This always happens when I start to think. I end up not paying attention to where I motherfucking go.

I hear two growls before my eyes make contact with a black hole that looks back at me. Boneys: the last stage of no return. Once you lose all hope, you turn into one of them. They're vicious and will eat anything with a heartbeat.

I simply stare at it before it tears a chunk out of the body below it and starts chewing it like a savage. Boneys are fast and they usually keep to themselves.

I look at my reflection wondering if this is all I have to look forward in my dead life. I wish I could say more, but I think my track of mind is going to eventually fade. I hope one day, I will be more than just a zombie.

End of the Prologue

Note: Thanks fro reading this first chapter! Please Read and Review. I hope you enjoyed the Prologue because more is to come! See you in chapter 1!