A/N: Not every place in this story will be real.

July 4, 2016.

Location: New York, New York.

A guy wearing a white helmet with a red visor, a go-pro stuck to the side of it, parachute on his back, white leather jacket, white gloves with red on the palms, white jeans, and red shoes was driving down the main street on his KTM 450 SX-F. Behind him were a group of zombies. He turned and looked at them chasing him, he shook his head, and turned his head back towards the front, weaving around wrecked cars, and zombies trying to grab him.

"Fuck. fuck, fuck…" He mumbled to himself as he turned onto a side street and started driving down it.

He came to an immediate halt, seeing a horde of them on the street in front of him.

"Motherfucker, the least these fuckers can do is walk on the sidewalk...I mean come ooon…" He grumbled as he turned around and drove back onto the main street. "A week later and everything is chaos."

June 27, 2016.

Location: New York, New York.

The same guy was wearing the same outfit, riding the same dirt bike, driving past the college he goes to.

"Nice day to be riding around on the streets of New York, New York. Right?" The guy said aloud as he was driving around for fun. "Fine day indeed, clear blue sky today. Assholes in front of me don't know how to drive, swerving around everywhere, almost hit another vehicle."

He checked his rear view mirror to see a police officer riding behind him. He smiled behind his visor, waved at the cop, who waved back, then he pointed to the car in front of him as the vehicle started swerving around the lane, almost hitting another car. The cop hit his lights so the guy moved over so the cop could pass, The driver slowed down and pulled to the side of the road with the cop car. He drove past them and waved at both the officer and the driver.

"I don't know what you were doing, but serves you right." He spoke to himself.

He turned on E 82nd Street and drove up it. He came to an immediate halt as someone ran right in front of him. He held his hands up and flicked his visor up.

"What the hell dude?! This isn't a crosswalk! Why are you running out into traffic?!" He yelled at him.

Then he saw the blood oozing down the pedestrians mouth as he turned and looked at him. Shocked the guy got off his bike and started to run over towards the guy.

"Oh shit dude are you alright? What happened to you?" He asked him as he pulled out his cellphone.

The guy just groaned and made weird hissing noises and he lunged at the biker. The biker backed away.

"Whoa there dude, what are you doing? Quit that!" He yelled at him.

The guy kept lunging at him, now trying to bite him. The guy punched him away, the punch caused the guys head to bend to far back. The guy was shocked, but he was even more shock when the guy brought his head back up and lunged at him again. The guy took out a crowbar that he kept on the back of his dirt bike and smashed the guys face in.

"What the hell was that?!" He screamed as he looked around.

He saw people running for their lives as some were on the ground with others on them, tearing through their skin as the living were screaming in pain. He immediately ran for his bike, turning it on and sped off.

Back to current time.

"Even the military lost against them." He looked at the broken down tank in front of him.

He he jumped a ramp to get across the small barricade of burning cars. He managed to run over a zombie's head in the process. On the other side of the barricade he continued to drive forward onto E 84th Street.

"Fucking...Damn zombies." He kicked one away from him.

He proceeded to drive around on his bike, He loved riding on his bike, he didn't give a damn about these stupid zombies. They weren't going to stop him from driving around.

"HELP!" He heard a cry for help as he looked around quickly.

The yell for help sounded like it was from a girl. He turned onto a different street and saw a girl behind a closed in gate, zombies all around her. She had tan and white hair, and brown eyes, B breasts, she looked 5'4, and she was a bit skinny. She was wearing a red shirt, blue jeans, had black leather jacket, grey shoes, and had a black backpack on her back. The zombies can't see, feel, or smell but they sure as hell can hear. He started revving his engine as he was trying to get the zombies attention. He started yelling.

"HEY! OVER HERE YOU STUPID SONS OF BITCHES!" He yelled at them as he kept revving his bike.

The zombies turned and started coming towards him as he was doing this, the girl sighed in relief, but she was now worried about the stranger that just saved her. He waited until they got close before he spun his bike around making smoke appear in the process as he sped off, doing a wheelie. The zombies started running, limping, and crawling after him. Once he knew he got them pretty far away, he spun around and sped towards them, jumping on top of cars and hopping over them. He quickly made his way over towards the girl, who was getting out of the cage.

"No time, hop on." He demanded her.

She didn't hesitate, she got on, and he sped off just in time as the running zombies made it to that spot. He felt her holding on for dear life as he started weaving past oncoming destroyed cars and dead zombies. He told her to hang on as they might be making jumps every now and then. About five minutes passed and they were clear from zombies for now as he slowed down. She was still holding on for dear life.

"So how'd you end up in that predicament?" He asked her with curiosity.

"I was looking for supplies..I caused some racket while doing so and there they came running at me…" She told him.

"If you would've stayed quiet, they would've never noticed you." He told her as he ran over a crawling zombie.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked him.

"They can only hear you. They can't smell, see, or feel anything. All you have to do is stay quiet." He told her as he turned towards a building and drove in it.

"How do you know this?" She asked him.

"I was getting gas one day, the only thing that drew them to me was noise." He told her.

"...Oh. Oh and thank you…" She told him with a sigh.

"No problem, what's your name?" He asked her.

"My name's Kate…" She told him. "And you are?"

"Name's Humphrey." He told her.

They drove out this building and towards another.

"Well thank you for saving me Humphrey." She thanked him.

"Nothing to it. Where's your family?" He asked her.

"Oh they're in Alaska visiting some other relatives." She told him.

"...Why are you down here?" He asked her curiously.

"College." She told him.

"Aaaah..you as well?" He asked her.

"Yeah, though the name doesn't matter anymore…" She sighed. "Where are we going?"

"Well it's getting late so I was taking us to where I camp at." He told her as they entered a building that had thirty two floors. "And we so happen to have to climb these stairs."

"...With this bike?" She asked him.
"I can do it with two people, but you can climb up if you want, it's not that hard." He told her.

"I think I can climb…" She told him as they came to a stop.

He looked around the building and saw that nothing was here so he started hopping up the barricaded stairs on his bike. She watched in amazement as he was doing this. She soon started climbing up the stairs after him and soon they got to the rooftop. The rooftop had three small metal shacks on it and a wooden ramp that face towards the edge of the ramp. One shack was storing food as the other had some small plants growing in it, the other looked like the sleeping quarters.

He parked his bike near the exit and whistled inside his helmet.. A nine month old German shepherd came running out, smiling as it barked at him, wagging it's tail.

"Hey girl, everything okay here?" He asked her while petting her head.

It barked at him and then looked at Kate, tilting her head.

"We have a new friend." He told her as he stood back up. "Kate, this is Ocean."
"You have a dog?" She asked him.

"Yeah. She guards the hideout while I'm out riding, though no one really comes around here anyway, usually to many zombies." He told her.

"...Are you sure we're safe up here?" She asked him.

"Yeah, they can't climb, and the only way to get up here is by bike, or climbing." He told her with a smile.

"...Okay." She sighed in relief as she walked over and pet Ocean on the head.

"You hungry?" He asked her.

"...K-Kinda…" She sighed as she sat on the ground, taking her backpack off.

"I'll make you something to eat." He told her as he walked into one of the shacks and brought out some cereal and milk.

"It's the only thing that doesn't require a fire." He told her as he handed her the bowl.

"Anything is fine…" She told him as she started eating.

Now that she calmed down and started observing her savior, he looked familiar, well the outfit did at least.

June 27, 2016.

Location: New York, New York.

Kate was wearing a blue shirt, grey jeans, and white shoes, her short hair was down as she was carrying some books, walking on the sidewalk near the college she was attending. She watched a guy on a dirt bike zip by, he was wearing the same outfit that Humphrey was wearing, even on the same bike and everything.

July 4th, 2016

She remembers who he is now. He's the crazy stunt rider that's supposed to be going to the same college as her, he takes the morning classes so he can get it over with and get back on his bike. He's also famous on YouTube with everything that he does on his bike. He jumps off buildings with parachutes, he jumps on top of cars, he does wheelies down the highway, he stands on the handlebars while he's doing a wheelie, he's pretty much carefree and does what he wants.

June 27, 2016.

As she watched him disappear onto a different street, she started walking back towards the college. When she was walking on school campus she heard screaming and students running past her. She was confused so she looked in front of her and saw someone eating another person, except the one feeding on the person had no arms. She was terrified so she took off running, soon running into groups of them. She didn't stop running. She had to get somewhere safe.

July 4th, 2016.

"I know you…" She looked at him.

"Oh?" He asked her as he sat down and started making a fire in a metal barrel.

"Yeah...you're a famous stunt driver…" She told him.
"Yep." He made a fire and put a small racket over the fire and put some chicken on top of it. "Dinner will be done shortly, hope you like chicken." He told her.