None of the Glee characters are mine.
The zombies I used came from High school of the Dead, also they aren't mine.
Umm...Yeah, so it's my first fic. Just thought I'd try writing out little ideas that always pop in my head.
Please review, and maybe give me some advice on writing. I'd love to learn.
Anyways, for now it'll be a SantanaXOC fic, but I'm playing with the idea of my oc character getting with Quinn towards the middle or so and having Brittana go on because Brittana is my OTP.
Not suuuurrreee yet though.
So this first chapter is just a test run. I want to see what people think before I decide to write more.
No one knew how it happened or where it started. All they knew was that outbreaks first started happening in bigger cities. New York went down first, then San Francisco, and then goes Los Angeles. That was just the first day. After two days, outbreaks were happening everywhere. Many people died, but they came back to life. Only they weren't "alive". They weren't humans anymore. What was left was the shell of their human counter parts. What controlled the dead bodies, no one knows. The only thing anyone knew was that they were always hungry. Their hunger, the driving force to kill, guided them towards the smaller surrounding cities, seeking for fresh meat and new recruits. Enzo never though zombies could ever exist, but now, he won't be too quick to judge the impossible.
Enzo's parents had perished when a huge group of those blasted walking corpse came from San Francisco, Fremont and San Jose. Milpitas was stuck right between Fremont and San Jose, and San Francisco sat up north. It was inevitable, and staying was a mistake he wish he had corrected. Just maybe, had he told his parents to run away into the mountainside, they'd still be with him.
In the early outbreaks that happened, many people died from the lack of information and in all the confusion, they were left defenseless. With so many people, came many more of the dead. Once a person gets infected, by bite or deep scratch or any kind of fluid exchange, the only way to get out of it was to die. There was no known cure. There wasn't enough time to find one. Whatever it was that caused people to become one of the dead, and for the already dead to come back to life, well, it worked damn fast. The transformation takes just 15 minutes after being bitten. Scratch takes longer. If one were to die while being eaten alive, then it takes only 5 to turn into one of them.
The fact that his city contained a smaller population let the people living there deal with the problem easier; unfortunately, the dead from other cities started making their way in Milpitas. First there were trickles of them, nothing that a huge group of people can't handle. A week of fighting with them taught the people how to defend themselves. They learned to barrack properly, and that the only way to survive is to destroy the brain, rendering the dead incapacitated. Gradually, that trickle became a strong stream. People started panicking; their emotions started clouding their judgment, thus causing them to make more mistakes. People stopped being cooperative and it became harder to defend their small haven. The dead were easier to deal with when there were a few, but when that stream became a raging river, Enzo found himself and his parents fighting for their lives.
They had somehow surprised them; a huge group suddenly surrounded the city over night. That one night that everyone had their guard down. That one night when all the familiar faces died. That one blasted night when his parents sacrificed themselves to save his.
His parents had used themselves as bait to give Enzo enough time to escape. They showed him nothing but love and determination, not even a hint of fear to their only son before they turned around and fought off the incoming zombies. Enzo ran and didn't look back. It was not his desire to watch his parents die, or hear their screams while they get ripped apart eaten. He ran as fast as he could, knowing full well that if he had stayed long enough, the echoes of their cries would reach his ears. In that moment, a new side of him developed. He vowed to live for as long as he can. The death of his parents would not go down in vain, and he'd damn himself if he lets himself give up. Tears poured down his face as he ran, dodging the zombies, making sure not to breathe to loud when one gets too near. They may not be able to see or feel, but they sure as hell can hear. It's how they even manage to locate their prey. Their stupid sense of hearing.
You see, once one figures out that there's something there, they start moaning loudly. In turn, the zombies in the surrounding areas would start moving towards the moaning sound, like a cowbell signaling that it's meal time, and if a person is unfortunate enough to get surrounded, then that was it. Game over. It was to live or become one of them. Enzo was determined to be one of the living 'til the very end.
