Hola!

So, this is my newest fic! I've never EVER written a story like this before. It's weird & kind of nerve-wracking.

Anyway, WARNING: This story does contain deaths! Death of anyone important? No. Death of cannibalistic zombies? Yes. If you can't handle zombie slaying, I highly recommend you do not read this story.

Another WARNING: Like I said above, this story is NOTHING like anything I have ever written. It is not sunshine & rainbows. It's actually sort of sad, though it will contain Puckabrina. I mean c'mon, do you expect a story about zombie slaying to be joyous and happy?

Finally, this story is based off of the book/movie I Am Legend. But I'll tell you now- the ending is different! In this story, the protagonist (Sabrina) does not die!

I don't know what you guys are going to think of this, but I guess I'll find out soon! Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own I am Legend, or The Sisters Grimm. Though, I kinda own the zombies…

~Chapter 1

Sabrina Grimm covered her eyes with her hand, trying to block out the blinding rays of the sun. It was a hot August day, about noon. That was the best time of day to come out of hiding.

Sabrina cocked her gun, slowly peering into the abandoned grocery store. It was dark, and she could just make out a group- maybe five or six of them, huddled together in a circle. That's what they always did during the day. She could easily take them.

She carefully made her way into the grocery store, making sure not to step on anything that would alert them of her presence. The fact that she was wearing black clothing helped- she blended right into the darkness perfectly.

She stood stock still behind the first aisle she came across. Most of the food had been grabbed and ripped apart, though a few boxes of cereal still stood on the shelves. After getting used to the darkness, Sabrina shuffled quietly to the next aisle. She would have made it too- if she hadn't knocked over a box of cereal. To Sabrina's ears, the noise seemed to be deafeningly loud. Complete silence filled the supermarket.

So they had found her.

She held her gun out, hands steady. That was the most important thing to do during a zombie attack: stay calm. If you freaked out, they would get you. Sabrina had seen it happen to others with her own eyes.

"I'm over here you freaks!" Sabrina called out. "Come and get me!" Her voice echoed of the walls of the store. It was just her and the zombies. If she was going to kill them, she might as well speed up the process. There was no point in waiting five minutes for them to search through every aisle and find her.

The sound of their labored breathing and heavy footsteps could be heard heading towards her. Sabrina smirked- she was ready.

The first zombie emerged, tall and skinny. From the greasy strands of long hair that emerged from its head, Sabrina assumed it was a girl. Though it was dark, she could still see the black and purple discoloration that covered the zombie's skin. It was actually quite disgusting- even though she had witnessed zombies many, many times before. The zombie roared, baring its teeth like an animal. Then it charged towards Sabrina.

Sabrina stayed calm, not bothering to move. If the zombie was willing to come towards her, then so be it. She swiftly shot the zombie right between its eyes. Next came two others, coming from both sides of the aisle. She was trapped in the middle. She shot one in the stomach twice, and one in the throat.

"Don't look at the blood." Sabrina warned herself. "Do not look at the blood."

The last two zombies came and went easily. They were dead before they hit the ground. Stepping over their bodies, Sabrina headed to the "canned goods" aisle, grabbing all non-perishable foods, bottles of water, and vinegar, shoving them into a paper bag. She hadn't had milk or cheese in six months, and finding fruits was becoming more and more rare each day. It's not like there were any farmers to milk the cows- if there were any cows left. If Sabrina wanted fruit, she would have to go somewhere and pick it herself. For all she knew, she was the last surviving human on the planet. She really hoped she wasn't though- that would suck.

Sabrina squinted as she emerged from the grocery store, and was greeted once again by the blinding sun. She put her gun away in the holster at her hip- it's not like she would need it. Zombies never came out during the day. If they did, they would burn to a crisp, and their ashes would evaporate. That's what it looked like to her, anyway.

She walked down the empty street. Overgrown grass covered every lawn. Empty cars were "parked" variously in the street, the doors hanging wide open. People had been in a hurry to get away six months ago. But they hadn't known it was too late.

Sabrina walked through a crossway, not bothering to look both ways. There was no need to. Everyone who had owned a car was gone. Everyone who could drive was gone. In fact, everyone was gone. She didn't know where her family was, or if they were still alive. For all she knew, her entire family could be cannibalistic zombies, just like everyone else in the world. But she couldn't think about that now.

As soon as she reached home, Sabrina took the tub of vinegar and covered the front steps with it. That was the ritual: every time she left home, she had to cover her steps with the smelly liquid. It masked her scent, so the zombies couldn't track her down when they came out at night.

As soon as the steps had been thoroughly drenched in vinegar, Sabrina headed into her house. It wasn't exactly her house; it had actually belonged to a family of five. But the keys had been in the door when she came across it, so Sabrina had soon adopted the home as hers. Walking inside, she discovered her lazy cat, which was incredibly fat with orange fur and bright, green eyes. The cat had come with the house too. The name on the golden tag around his neck said Francis.

After locking the door and making sure all the window blinds were closed, she flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV, tossing her black boots to the side. No new shows had been broadcasted for a long time, so reruns were constantly playing. Still, TV was entertainment, and entertainment was the closest thing Sabrina had to fun.

Five o'clock was when Sabrina turned out all the lights in the house, because six o'clock was when the zombies came out. Making sure all the doors and windows were locked, Sabrina grabbed a riffle and Francis the cat, before retreating upstairs to the second floor of the house. She locked herself in the bathroom and sat in the bathtub. Though it seemed strange, that's what she did to survive.

At night, hundreds among thousands of zombies came out. They paraded down the streets, breaking into homes and ruining property, in search of humans or animals. They did this from 6 at night until 3 in the morning. When the sun came up, they would go right back into hiding. Everyday they did the same thing.

It wasn't long before Sabrina heard the sound of slams and breaking glass, and she knew the zombies had come out for the night. Among the many things Sabrina had taught herself over the past six months, one of the most useful was to ignore the noise the zombies made at night. She had trained herself to sleep through it.

And without another word, that's exactly what Sabrina did.

How was it? It took me two hours to write this, so hopefully it's good. A lot will be explained next chapter, so if you're confused, good. You should be.

QotD: How do you think the humans turned into zombies? Wow. That's the weirdest thing I've ever asked you guys.

Anyways, review!

~Anastasia