(A/N: Hello! Meet Jennifer... newest survivor of Zombieland. Enjoy!)

Chapter 1

"Mother F-" Jennifer groaned, whipping out her rifle, and shooting the head clear off of a zombie. The zombie crumpled, leaving Jennifer alone to her thoughts again. This was the life she was left to. A lonely, uninterrupted life, void of any human communication, had replaced Jennifer's once happy, social and albeit popular life style. All she had left was her pet ferret, Rocky. Rocky was a black footed ferret that Jennifer had rescued from the zoo soon after the zombie outbreak occurred. She was a sucker for animals, and the thought of starving animals left alone in their cages to die had pulled directly at her heart. She released most of the animals that she believed could fend for themselves, and indulged by adopting the adorable, loving little ferret. He was the only ferret in that zoo and she had always had a strong connection to ferrets. She stole a nice little cage for him and plenty bags of ferret food and stashed him comfortably in her Land Rover. Rocky was the only type of interaction she ever had with anybody living. As she entered her car again, checking on Rocky first, she was bit with a sudden flashback to her terrifying first encounter with zombies.

Jennifer Harrison was looking in front of the mirror at her strait chocolate colored hair. It glinted in the bathroom light and shone brightly. Suddenly, her phone sang loudly and Jennifer rushed to grab it. Using one hand to apply lip gloss, and the other to hold up her scratch free cell phone to her ear, she answered casually.

"Hey," Jennifer said coolly to the voice that was about to speak.

"Jenny! Where are you! Are you ever going to make it to this party?" barked her increasingly annoying friend, Natalie.

"Yes, chill. Just getting ready. Is Robby there?" Jennifer asked, inspecting her outfit. She was dressed in a bright blue neon tank top and skinny jeans that accentuated her curves that she earned from a lifetime of cross country. She smiled at herself, and went back to the conversation on the phone.

"Yes, he most defiantly is," Natalie giggled. Almost instantly, a scream echoed through her phone and it went silent.

"Weird," Jennifer said, looking at her phone as if it could explain. She knew Natalie was dramatic and Jennifer took this event with a grain of salt. Finishing her outfit choice, she pulled out a pair of dangly diamond earrings. She had gotten them for her 15th birthday, from her parents. It seemed as though Jennifer had a perfect life, but really her parents did not give a crap about her. They would rather go off to Paris for a week then sit through one of her races. She was used to it, and no longer cared anymore. This night, she was alone in her grand house, her parents being off in Rome for some reason or another. The only other occupant of this lonely home was her brother, only two years older than her, at the age of 18. He stuck around and hadn't gone to college yet because he was trying to make it as a guitarist. He wasn't successful yet. Go figure.

"Bye, going to a party!" Jennifer called to him. In response he raised the volume on his depressing song belting from his speakers. Jennifer sighed and walked out the door. She clicked the locked open on her white Land Rover that was her only true best friend.

As she slid into the butter soft seats of her welcoming safe haven, she noticed slightly that something seemed a bit off. The night air felt strange and violating. Jennifer couldn't describe it at all. After the car had been started, she pulled out of the long driveway. She drove down the street casually, blasting out to some mix tape her ex boyfriend made her. The night ahead of her shone and swam with possibilities. Then in one sweeping motion, this entire fantasy had been erased as easily as water on sand.

Jennifer was shocked back into reality as she drove easily on the comforting roads near Ocean City, Maryland. The warm, salty beach air ruffled her hair through the windows as she tested speed limits that were most defiantly not important anymore. One of the biggest things she missed, was going to the beach. Not necessarily the beach, but the whole general concept of being worry free.

"No. Effing. Way," Jennifer said, in complete shock. She had seen a zombie. This wasn't impressive, but the identity of the zombie was sufficient to shock her. The zombie quickly turned to her, looking incredibly stupid. "Ms. Tyra Banks! I love your show! America's Next Top Model! Oh, you left the show? What a pity! Oh, I see you got a role in a new Alfred Hitchcock movie. Gotcha!" Jennifer laughed to herself. Sighing, she grabbed another gun from her backseat. She really didn't know what it was called, because she really didn't know guns. All she knew was which shot better, long distance, quicker, easier to reload, the usual. Jennifer braked and held the car at a standstill. Tyra Banks glared at the car, then came running at it with incredible speed.

"I only have two pictures in my hand. Yours is not one of them. Go home and pack your bags! Allison should have totally won cycle 12," Jennifer bellowed as she shot Tyra clear through her head. Tyra Banks fell to the ground, never to model again. "Sorry!" Jennifer yelled as she sped back up. By now, Zombieland had basically forced her to distance herself from the brutal, savage act of shooting the brains out of the undead creatures.

"Rocky! Did you see how beast that was?" Jennifer asked her silent friend. She looked back and saw Rocky pick up his head and look at her curiously. She laughed openly and continued driving alone the friendly coast. She drove house to house, checking inside briefly, to make sure there weren't any dogs left unattended. She had released around 457 dogs since the beginning of Zombieland. She knew that she would never be able to save them all, but to each dog, it counted for everything. Rescuing these dogs was her only real goal. There was nothing else for her to do, being completely alone in the lonely land. Before she released the dogs, back towards the beginning of Zombieland, she had checked to make sure they could survive amongst zombies, and surprisingly, the zombies completely ignored the dogs, and every other animal. Human meat was really all that zombies cared for. Entering an open beach house, Jennifer was faced with three zombies. She shot them all very easily and they dropped to the floor, dead. There was a high pitched barking from down the hall, and lo and behold there was a cute little Pomeranian dog, held back by a cage, looking scared and frightened.

"Don't worry, babe, I'm here for you," Jennifer cooed, as she opened up the cage. The little dog sprinted towards her and licked her hand affectionately. She pulled out of her pocket a little can of dog food and fed the hungry creature. The dog ate quickly and when Jennifer went to leave the house, the dog followed her. It barked happily and bolted down the street to a world of possibilities as most freed animals usually did.

This was her routine. She did this every day, every hour that she could. Rocky by her side, she felt unstoppable. It was a good way to spend the rest of her zombie full days. Luckily, most dogs had something to eat and could survive at least a few more weeks, and Jennifer hadn't found any dead ones, luckily. She knew though that it wouldn't last forever, and continued to feel that pulling at her heart. Saving as many animals as possible was defiantly a preferred way to continue life in Zombieland. She shook her head and continued driving. Jennifer had reached a stretch of country, and there weren't any houses for a long while. Distractedly, she shifted through her CD's and found one that was good upbeat music. She popped it in and 'California Gurls' by Katy Perry blasted through her speakers.

"Hmm," Jennifer thought to herself, "I've never been to Cali, and nothing's holding me back is it, Rocky?" Smiling, Jennifer consulted her map, and headed in the direction of the welcoming west coast.

(A/N: R&R? ) :)