That's right, I'm starting a random Lollipop Chainsaw story! This came to me while I was bored on my birthday on Monday, and after I finished thinking of my own original character for the game, I figured, why not put her in a storyline surrounding the events of the game? So lo and behold, here's the result!
This story is gonna move kind of fast, so bear with me a little, okay?
Enjoy!

I only own my character, Samantha "Sam" Falgoust.

When Juliet Starling woke up the morning of her birthday, she didn't think her whole school would be overrun with zombies and that she'd have to cut off her boyfriend's head in order to save him from turning into one of them himself.

Now, she was in the cafeteria, faced with a gigantic cake… or, what seemed like a cake. It was made of TNT… right in front of her. To make matters worse, numerous zombies that had been set on fire were pouring into the room, dead set on lighting the towers of explosives.

Some birthday.

Luckily, she was able to slice the last fire-covered zombie in half and spare herself the trouble of bolting out of the room to save herself from being blown to bits. It was then that she heard a voice from up on the balcony.

"Hey, Juliet! Up here!"

Her gaze drifting upward, the blonde cheerleader smiled broadly at the sight of a tall, brunette girl dressed in all black holding a spiked flail on a chain in her right hand.

"Sam! You're okay!" Juliet chirped happily.

The girl in mention flashed a smirk, then vaulted down to the floor where the other girl was standing with her trusty chainsaw. "Course I am," she replied, "You didn't think I'd become one of those freaks with this much zombie-hunting under my belt, would ya?"

It was then that Sam noticed the head dangling from Juliet's belt wrapped around her skirt. "So, Jules," she started, calling her best friend by the nickname she had given her, "who's the head?"

The cheerleader giggled a little before turning around to let Sam get a better look. "This is actually my boyfriend, Nick." she explained. "He, uh… got bit, so I had to do this to him."

"I see," the brunette pondered. She knelt down slightly and gave the head a smile. "Nice to finally meet you, Nick," she would've stuck out her hand to shake, but seeing how he didn't have any arms… "I'm Sam Falgoust."

The boyfriend head stared the taller girl down. Her straight, dark brown hair was rather long, reaching about to her waist, and her bangs were slightly choppy. Her outfit consisted of a black tank top with a grey skull on it, baggy black pants with multiple pockets and a chain on the rim, a bullet belt, lace-up combat boots, and studded gauntlet armbands. Her bright green eyes twinkled with a spark of mischievousness.

He had a strange feeling he wanted to ask her a- probably- weird question, just to clear something up. "So, uh, Sam. What kind of music are you in to?"

The brunette grinned once more. "Death metal," she winked.

He figured as much.

"Oh, yeah, almost forgot!" she spoke up suddenly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a decent-sized white box with a black ribbon. "May not be much, but I hope it does you some good. Happy birthday, Jules."

Juliet took the box, beaming, but Sam leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Don't open it until you really have to use it, though, kay?"

Immediately after the blonde nodded, a group of zombies with bombs strapped to their bodies were rolled into the cafeteria on wheelbarrows, flailing around like headless chickens. There was no doubt that they would explode in a matter of seconds.

Sam turned to Juliet. "Whaddya say we high-tail our asses out of here?"

She gave her best friend a nod, following her out the double doors as the "cake" exploded to bits behind them. Now, they just had to find the sick bastard who started this whole thing.

And more than likely, he was waiting outside.