My first attempt at the horror/supernatural genre so please be kind :P

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

It's funny how in two weeks things can go from normality to absolute shit. Two weeks ago, Chloe Beale was a perfectly typical college student. She had a love of coffee, alcohol, pizza and sleeping 'till noon. She always got good grades, received attention from both boys and girls and was about to become the co-captain of her a cappella group, the Barden Bellas. And to top it off she was doing all this with her best friend Aubrey. Life was great for Chloe then. Now? Well, now was a different story. Now everything really had gone to hell. She was lying on the ground, trying desperately to staunch the flow of blood from a gash in her leg. Aubrey was walking towards her. Or what used to be Aubrey. Her best friends emerald eyes were now jet black. Her blonde hair matted with blood and a gaping hole in the side of her face showed off her gnashing teeth, her own thick black blood spilling from her mouth. Chloe's eyes filled with tears and she whimpered almost pathetically as Aubrey came closer, one leg dragging behind the other, the shin bone sticking through the skin from when Chloe had tried in vain to fight her off.

"Aubrey, please." Chloe cried, praying that there was something of her friend left to hear her. A low, rasping growl was Chloe's response. As Chloe prepared herself for the end, a single shot rang out, hitting Aubrey directly in the middle of her forehead. Aubrey crumpled on the spot and hit the ground, black blood pooling around her head. Chloe screamed before a hand clamped around her mouth.

"Shh." The voice said, softly. "Don't make a sound." Chloe nodded her head and the person removed their hand. Seconds later another zombie came stumbling into view, drawn there by the sound of the gun. In two swift strides, the person stepped in front of Chloe and swung a metal baseball bat, smashing it against the zombie's head with a sickening crunch. With a growl, it hit the ground and the stranger raised their bat again and brought it down on its head, splattering its skull. Chloe took in the stranger's appearance in awe. It was a woman, probably around her age if not younger. She was small, tiny in fact, with lightly curled brown hair that fell past her shoulders now she had removed her hood. She was wearing a leather jacket which was duct-taped in places, and a pair of sturdy Doc Martens. Chloe found that she could have stared at the girl for hours but was starting to get light headed from the blood loss. Satisfied that no more zombies would show up the girl crouched in front of her, snapping her fingers in front of Chloe's face. "Hey. What's your name?"

"Chloe." Chloe replied, wincing as the girl inspected the wound on her leg.

"I'm Beca." The brunette responded. She unzipped her jacket and pulled out a roll of bandages from one of her inside pockets. "I need you to stay with me, okay Chloe? I need you to watch my back. Can you do that?" Chloe nodded, biting down on her lip as she was hit with another wave of nausea. "You're gonna be fine." Beca said, wrapping the bandage tightly around her leg. "So how old are you Chloe?" She asked, desperate to keep the girl talking.

"21," Chloe replied, "how about you?" Chloe watched, fascinated as the brunette lifted the leg of her own jeans, revealing a knife strapped to her leg. She pulled it out and cut the bandage, putting what was left back in her pocket. She tied the end of the bandage as tight as she could before returning the knife to the sheath on her leg.

"18." Beca said, zipping up her jacket and pulling up her hood. "This is as best as I can for now." She stood up before pulling Chloe to her feet, draping an arm over her shoulder so she could help the redhead walk. "I'm going to take you back to my place. I'll be able to sort your leg out there, okay?"

"Yes. Thank you." Chloe said, gritting her teeth, trying to ignore the pain. A few minutes later and they had reached Beca's car. She did a quick sweep of it, checking the back seat, before helping Chloe into the passenger side. She was incredibly pale now and Beca's stomach sank as she saw the bandage was already soaked through with blood.

"We'll be back real soon, just hold on." Beca climbed into her seat and floored the car, speeding down the road that was littered with debris and zombie corpses.

20 minutes later and Beca pulled into her drive. Before helping Chloe out she popped the bonnet of her car, and tinkered slightly with the engine. She came back to her seat and tried starting the car. It whirred slightly before it spluttered and died. Chloe was surprised to see the girl smile.

"I want people to think the car doesn't work. Then they won't steal it." Beca said by way of explanation. Chloe nodded in response before she finally gave into the urge to close her eyes. "Shit." Beca said, quickly leaning over to unplug Chloe's seatbelt before rushing around to the passenger side and lifting Chloe over her shoulder. She did a silent thank you for every weight she had ever lifted at the gym as she walked as fast as she could through her house. It was a complete and utter wreck, every inch of it was destroyed. However, behind a false wall, installed by her old best friend Jesse, was the door to the basement. Beca climbed down, flicking the light switch as she went, and dropped Chloe as gently as she could onto the mattress that served as her bed. She hurried up the stairs and replaced the false wall and shut the basement door behind her, sliding the lock across. Chloe was just coming round as Beca was unravelling the bloodied bandage. "How are you feeling?" Beca asked, as she pulled away the last of it. She was relieved to see the wound was no longer bleeding.

"Grateful." Chloe said, smiling at the younger girl. Beca smiled but raised her eyebrows at the redhead. "And sick." She said, laughing slightly. Beca stood up and retrieved two bottles of water from an enormous stock of it and candy bar. She handed one of the bottles and the candy over to Chloe.

"Make sure you eat all of that. You need to build your sugar back up." She said before opening her own bottle and taking a few gulps. The rest of it she used cleaning the blood from Chloe's leg.

"You shouldn't waste it on that." Chloe said, watching Beca meticulously clean up her leg.

"What's the point in not dying of thirst if you're going to die from infection?" Beca said, not looking up. She stood up and grabbed a glass bottle of something along with a new bandage roll. "This is going to sting a bit." She said, splashing the clear liquid from the glass bottle onto her leg. Chloe breathed in sharply, squeezing her eyes shut as what she now knew was vodka hit the gash on her leg. Beca gave her an apologetic smile before she dried off her leg and wrapped the new bandage round, this time securing it with Band-Aids. "There you go. Good as new." Beca said sitting back with relief. She took a large drink of water.

"Thank you so much." Chloe said, smiling at Beca in such a genuine way that it made her heart skip slightly. "Why did you do all this?" She asked, pretending she hadn't seen Beca blush.

"Because being a good person is the only thing that stands between us and them." She said, her jaw clenched and her eyes suddenly hard. And Chloe knew then that, like her, Beca had probably already lost everything to these monsters.