Hey guys I'm back! Recently I've gotten into The Walking Dead and decided a zombie fan fiction needed to happen so here it is! Enjoy.

Adam and Lizzy ducked under the blast remains of an old bar before they were spotted. Lizzy reloaded her pistol while Adam checked his sawed off shotgun and Bowie Knife.

"Jesus, how many of them are there?" Adam panted beneath breathes.

"Three walkers right outside the door. They look pretty fresh." Lizzy replied

"And hungry."

"Wanna pull the old bait and knife?" asked Ha iley.

"Sure. Avenged Sevenfold or Three Days Grace?"

"3DG by far."

So Lizzy pulled the rusty iHome from her backpack, cranked "Never Too Late", and placed it on the bar.

The first walker intelligent enough to hear the music was a middle aged woman who looked as though she may have been two Twinkies away from exploding before the infection left holes in her stomach and balded her hair. She stumbled over some bar stools and broken glass before she reached the iHome where she was welcomed by the cold steel of Adam's Bowie knife through e eye.

The other two walkers, who appeared to have been the first one's sister, took notice of the disturbance and shambled into the bar.

Adam leapt over the bar and ducked down to hack at the lead walker's legs, and as it went down he quickly stabbed the walker in the head. This was immediately followed by the cough of Lizzy's silenced pistol and the thud of the dead walker.

Lizzy rushed from the bar and hugged Adam, and they quickly looted the bodies.

"These things get less valuable by the minute." Lizzy said.

"Yeah. Remember the panic when the first outbreak occurred? All the looters and thieves. Hell, I got my shotgun from the panic." Alex replied as they began walking back up 34th Street.

"Yeah but remember when New York wasn't a hell hole? Before the infection?"

"Yeah… when our incident happened…" Alex replied.

"Yeah. Hey lets go to the Empire State Building!" said Lizzy.

"Why? That sounds dumb." Alex replied.

"C'mon! It would be beautiful from the top! Besides, you promised me a romantic evening on night this week." She said as she held Adam's hand.

"Yeah, well 98 flights of stairs doesn't sit too well in my mind as 'romantic'."

"C'mon! Please!" Lizzy said as she reached for their supplies inside a black Ford F150, three buildings down for "Trap City Bar". During the initial outbreak, the Army had bombed a large portion of New York where the majority of the zombies were hiding, leaving 34th Street in shambles.

Adam watched Lizzy, who was pretty tall for her age. She was 5'6, with long blonde hair and the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. She was wearing ripped skinny jean, a blue North Face coat, and a black Black Veil Bride tank top underneath.

"Here, let me help." Adam said s Lizzy began to struggle with the heavier items. While Adam unpacked the bags, Lizzy stared at Adam, who was quite tall for his age, about 6 feet tall and only 14 years old, the same age as Lizzy. He was fairly muscular, but also a bit on the lanky side. He wore a pair of jeans, a black flannel shirt, and a red Three Days Grace T-Shirt underneath.

As Lizzy pushed Adam aside and reached for the largest backpack, a rotting zombie, with flesh and puss hanging out of its mouth, grabbed her from behind. She let out a yelp and sent a kick to its abdomen, only causing the zombie to regurgitate what remained of its organs on her coat, and she quickly turned and kicked it way.

As soon as she did, Adam yelled, "Duck!" Just as she hit the dirty street, the Bowie knife found a comfy spot right on the bridge of the walker's nose.

Adam rushed to help Lizzy up, and as soon as he pulled her up he was greeted by a warm kiss. They embraced and held it out to make it last, and as she pulled away she whispered in his ear, "Thank you."

"Don't worry. Now, how about the view from the Empire State Building?" Alex said as they walked hand and hand down 34th Street.