Hey! =) I thought I'd go all fan-girl and do a self-insert fic. I know not everybody likes them but I just want to try it out. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 – Holy Shit

"Amy! You're gonna be late if you don't get up now!"

"Mmm…In a minute…" I groaned.

"It's eight o'clock! Lecturers don't go to work for you to roll in an hour late!"

"Alright, alright! I'm getting up!"

It was Monday morning and as usual I'd "forgot" to set my alarm hoping that my Mam would sleep in too and I'd get to stay in bed…But no, there she was bellowing my name up the stairs as usual. I rolled outta bed and stumbled out of my room and walked along the landing to the bathroom, turned the shower on and stepped inside. The water felt so nice that I just stood there for about ten minutes not even attempting to move, after a few more screams of my name I decided to get my arse into gear and get ready properly. After my shower I did my hair, chucked a bit of mascara on and got to picking out some clothes. I looked out the window, it was a nice day; sunny and no wind which was always a bonus, so I decided on a black vest top, faded blue skinny jeans and my favourite shoes in the whole wide world; my black and white hi-top converse . Half an hour later I arrived downstairs all dressed and ready to go. I grabbed my toast and my bag on the way out of the door and jogged to my car.

I drove as far as the corner before I realised I'd left my phone at home. "Shit! Now I'm definitely never gonna make it on time." I turned round and sped back home and charged through the door, grabbed my phone, said goodbye to my Mam and off I went…Again!

I glanced at my watch whilst driving and realised it was ten to nine. "Fuck." I pushed down harder on the accelerator and started speeding. It only took twenty-five minutes to get into town and after parking up I practically sprinted towards the School of Health and Social Care building, hoping that my lecturer was in a good mood this morning…"Not likely." I thought to myself. I was running past the library when I suddenly realised something. "That's odd, where is everyone? There were cars in the car park but there are no people…oh well, they must already be I there. Run faster!" I got to the front doors and barged in, dropping my phone during the process, I bent down to pick it up and jogged straight to my lecture theatre door, not bothering to look around. I walked in; half expecting to be sent back out for being half an hour late, but there was no one there. I noticed a few books on the desks but that was it.

"What the..?" "Where is everyone?" "Hello?"…no reply.

I walked over to the timetable on the wall and saw that my class hadn't been changed, so people should be here. "Must be on a break" I thought. I decided to go take a seat and wait for them to return. As I walked past the front desk I saw the register; everyone except me had signed it so they must've been here somewhere. I plonked myself down on the front row and glanced around, I hadn't noticed when I'd walked in but papers were scattered everywhere, people's bags were left unattended and then I noticed there was a strange smell in the air. "Urgh, smells like someone's dropped one! Think they need their stomach seeing to, that smells rotten!" I decided to go get some air whilst I waited for the people to come back so I stood up and walked to the door, stepping outside I gasped.

I looked around the foyer and couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was blood EVERYWHERE, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed this when I walked in just a few moments before. Although I knew the blood shouldn't have been there, it wasn't the blood that particularly shocked me; what with me studying to be a nurse and all, it was the severed arms and guts I could see strewn about. There were bloody handprints streaked across the white walls and shoes lying about; some with feet still attached to them, the blood looked fresh. By this point the smell was repulsive and I covered my mouth with my hand to try and keep my toast down. I don't know how long I stood there in shock but I was snapped out of it by someone grabbing my shoulder, the sudden contact made me jump and spin around. It was my lecturer, except half of his mouth had been ripped off, he had an ear missing and various chunks of his body and clothes were torn away, his ankle was bent at such an angle it just had to be broken. I screamed and yanked my shoulder from his grip then backed off as fast as I could, never taking my eyes off him. A strange sound was emitting from his mouth, like a gurgling groan. Now I'm no expert but I've seen enough horror films and games to know what was lumbering towards me with his arms outstretched and his guts hanging out. A zombie.

As this thought ran through my head I completely freaked out. As a child my only fear was zombies, heck as an adult my only fear was zombies! Call it an after effect of being babysat by my older brother from an early age and watching him play games like Resident Evil and watching films like Dawn of the Dead. Scarred me for life. Even though now they were my favourite kind of film and game, I still found myself to this day sprinting across my room to my bed after turning the light off just in case a zombie grabbed me, I would never sleep with my arm or leg hanging off the bed in case something decided to take a chunk out of it, and every time I entered a room I'd glance at the ceiling to check for Lickers. But I never actually thought it would come true!

I was snapped back to reality when "Simon"; or should I say "Ex-Simon", was getting uncomfortably close to me.

"Shit, I need a weapon." I told myself.

I quickly glanced around and spotted the canteen. "There'll be knives in the canteen surely."

I started sprinting towards the kitchens, dodging various body parts as I went, also keeping my eye out for any more of those things; there were bound to be more around, those arms, legs and guts obviously belonged to someone. I quickly but quietly snuck through the door to the canteen, there was food all over the floor mixed in with blood. I looked away starting to feel slightly nauseated by the smell of what I now knew was rotting flesh and blood. I knew Simon would have followed me to the canteen so I had to act quickly, my eyes darted around the room trying to find a decent weapon. Just as I spotted a butcher's knife hanging on the wall I heard the door creak open and that all too familiar sound of shuffling feet. I turned around and spotted Simon stumbling into the kitchen.

"Shit! Amy pull yourself together!" I told myself.

I grabbed the nearest thing to me and lobbed it at his head; it just so happens a lettuce isn't a very effective weapon against a flesh-eating zombie.

"Fuck! Shit! Bastard!" I started reeling off a load of swear words as I started to panic. I dodged myself around dead Simon and ran over to the butcher's knife; I picked it up and turned back to Simon to deal with him when I almost dropped the knife in shock. In the seconds it took me to get to the knife three more zombies had ambled their way into the kitchen; probably from overhearing my little outburst. "Note to self: Do not start shouting and attracting attention to yourself whilst in a zombie apocalypse." Now I really was panicking, I knew I couldn't handle four zombies with only a knife so I had to think of something else and fast. That's when I spotted the food counter shutters open, I moved as fast as I could and leapt over it and off the other safe from the four zombies…and right into the path of about another thirty.

"Oh shit."