There comes a point in every authors (or fanfiction authors) career that they get bored with whatever story they've devoted their time to, and they need that tiny break from it.

Well, my friends, that time has come. There hasn't been an update for HWHGLAM for a little bit for two reasons:

Because I'm in college and have deadlines (also I'm a music student so I have to practice singing and guitar playing and everything)

I know exactly where I want to go with it, I just haven't felt like writing it down because its my baby and I want you guys to suffer a lil bit

So: I'm restarting No Time Left, that zombie story I had started a long ass time ago, had the best intentions for, but ultimately was shit at because I was sophomore in high school and generally sucked at everything back then.

I'm three years older now so I think that I'm ready for it.

AND THIS TIME IM NOT PUTTING MYSELF IN IT LIKE A CHEAP LITTLE SHIT

"Alright, D. I gotta go home." Tucker sighed to me, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses. I laughed, and looked to Sam who was shaking her head.

"Tucker its 10. We planned on catching Danny up until like, midnight." Sam said.

"It may even take longer than that, knowing the way my brain works." I told him. He nodded, and crossed his arms.

"Sorry, buddy. Ya boys gotta eat, sleep, and repeat. Catchya tomorrow." Tucker stated, throwing up finger guns and exiting my room.

Sam and I looked at each other and laughed at our friend's antics. Sam let out a large gust of air and looked at me with a smile. "I guess I should get going too… now that I know for a fact you were about to look at me with those puppy dog eyes and get me to cancel the study session."

I laughed and grabbed her hand, nodding. "Yes, I was about to do that." I said, pulling her to me and pressing my lips delicately against hers. She sighed, and brought her hands to my neck, pulling me impossibly closer.

"This may be a new development, but I am kind of loving having you all to myself." I whispered, against her lips.

"If that is true, which I know it is, why aren't we telling anyone." She pulled back with a smirk on her lips.

I winced. I had known the question was coming.

"Oh…I just want people to know we are dating because we like each other, not because everyone just wanted us to be together. I want to make sure that…"

"We are doing this for us, and not for anyone else. I get it. I do." She smiled, pulling me back against her for another lingering kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow, Danny." She smiled.

I was shaken away with hushed whispers, my cousins dirty face coming into my view as my dream faded into my memories.

My eyes burned with tears of what I lost that night.

The night the world burned.

Two hours and fifteen minutes after Sam left my house that night, the last night I was happy, is when it started.

The Government had been keeping it to themselves for months. Corpses coming back to life, feeding on the other corpses that hadn't reanimated. The first place it was spotted was in an unknown battlefield. Fallen soldiers coming back to life and taking down other soldiers from both sides.

The military tried to harness this disease, and make it a weapon. Biochemical warfare.

Instead of curing it at the source, it was blown out of proportion until twelve thirty, September 23rd, a Sunday night before school…the corpses made their way to the first town they would hit the hardest.

Amity Park.

The town was panicking, loved ones falling down in the streets, watching their friends being slaughtered by the undead, rotting skin showing off muscles and bones.

I had run with my family, unable to transform to help the city, my mother's death grip on my shoulder a lifeline in this time of panic. I don't think I could've done anything even if I was in my own mind.

We met at the school, Sam looking panicked, so I went over and took her hand. Tucker wasn't far behind, his gaze not even going to our interlocking hands, comforting us by hugging us close to him. Dash and his family were next, followed by Valerie.

Soon, half the class of juniors were assembled in the parking lot, getting on a yellow school bus, prepared to leave the town behind and find a safe place.

Until they swarmed the bus as soon as it started. Everyone was screaming and crying. Dash, in his moment of glory, decided that the scrawny, thin Danny Fenton wasn't worthy of life, and promptly threw open the back door of the bus and threw me into the fold.

Even in my panic, my half ghost instincts made me flee before they could bite me, but the bus was gone, and with it, my entire family.

I stayed in town for a while, gathering what I could…saving people that I could. But ultimately, I failed. I let my town down because I sat in the living room of my house for a day and half, watching as the world burned.

I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, and I didn't move. I was too damn terrified. After the second night, I got off my ass and started to scavange, making sure I searched everywhere for any sign of life.

Any sign that she was still alive.

Finding nothing, I came back to Fenton works, stockpiled on enough food and weapons to keep me safe. I had rigged the ghost shield to keep out any and all corpses and I survived.

I didn't live. But I survived.

Danielle came back to me about three months in, seeking refuge. Her friends she had made around the world were all infected, and all chased her away. She came to me, her only family left.

Now…here we are, packing bags because Amity Park was no longer safe, the hordes becoming too strong for the ghost shield to even pick up the fact that the corpses were even corpses.

Danielle and I decided to travel south, try to find anyone who could help us. Backpacks on our backs, we transformed, and watched as my child home became invaded with swarms of the undead.

And I could do nothing.

Sam's POV

2 years after the epidemic.

"Wake up, Manson." Dash's sneer woke me from my dream. The only time I could see him anymore.

"What is it, Baxter?" I asked, my voice cold. He sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "We are packing up. Can you get the bus loaded? Tucker can't do it…He hasn't gotten used to his…prosthesis."

I rolled my eyes. "It was your decision that made him lose his hand in the first place." I snapped. "Look, partner, I made a mistake, and it almost cost me a life."

"Dash, look. I know you are trying to right your wrongs. But you don't give a shit about anyone's lives. Only yours. I may be the only one who is still deeply upset about what you did to-. What you-"

"Sam. I'm sorry. I made a mistake in a moment of panic, and if I could go back—" I cut him off with the wave of my hand.

"But you can't. And Danny's dead." I said, walking past him to my dresser, stripping off my sleep shirt and putting on the black t-shirt, faux leather pants, lacing up my combat boots and strapping my gun to my thigh.

"Hey Mrs. Fenton." I called out, waving to her from across the yard. She waved, looking like she had aged more than the two years we had been gone from Amity Park.

"Sam!" Tuckers voice called out to me, his arm in a sling as he frantically waved his other hand. I sighed with a loving smile and jogged over to me.

"So, I've been modifying the GPS." He said. I shook my head with a grin. "What is it this time."

"…The scientists wanted to go somewhere where there was the most presence of the disease, so I've been modifying it to trace that." He said, running a hand through the hair on his head, his other hidden within the sling.

I watched as he pressed a couple buttons on the computer keyboard in front of him. The satellite view switched onto the name of a town I hadn't had a good thought about in years.

"Amity." I nodded, my lips pressed into a thin line. "They want to take us to Amity."

Tucker nodded. "I've already tried, t-to tell them it wasn't a good place. Sam, I don't want to see him like that." Tucker said, his voice cracking.

I drew him in for a hug, my eyes burning as well. "I don't either, Tucker." I whispered.

"Boss." Someone said behind me. I turned, Tucker immediately composing himself. "Walkers are on the way. We need to move now. The scientists want to know if there is a destination."

"Amity Park." I told them, and swiftly turned around and walked away, knowing that everyone was watching me as I said those words.

"Sammykins." My mother called out. "Not now. Get the buses loaded. We have a long drive home." I called out, going into my tent and getting out the photo frame.

The last photo I had of him…wasn't current. It was old, and dated. Back when he was still 5"2' and lanky, awkwardly a superhero.

But he was smiling in the picture. I would give anything to see those blue eyes again.

"General Manson. We are ready." Someone called. I abandoned my tent, the photo securely placed in my pocket.

"Let's go home, Tuck." I said to him, taking his hand.

"And if we find him?" Tucker asked.

"We…put him out of his misery." I stated, walking away, finalizing my words.

Danny's POV

2 years after the epidemic.

"Danny, we really need to go on a supply run. If we plan on staying in Amity Park, then."

"I know, Danielle." I said, rubbing my face. I was looking over plans for a water cyclo and irrigation when she had walked in, Mikey Sullivan and Lester Hamiltion having already left my office.

"Danny…maybe we took on too much. We should've left when we had the chance." She said, putting down papers onto my desk with a sigh. "And left all of these people to die?" I asked. She looked away from my demanding eyes with defeat.

"I couldn't do that to them. They needed us. We did them a service." I told her. She nodded. "Staying in Amity Park though…still a mistake." Danielle finally concluded.

"…I don't disagree with you. I just…what if they come back?" I asked. She growled under her breath.

"What if they're dead?" She spat. Danielle and I had been at each others throats lately about how to handle our group and whether or not to relocate. So far, we had schedules that we ran by, times the hordes came through, and where to settle. The rooves have been the only safe places left in Amity Park.

"Don't say that. Sam would've survived." I told her. Danielle sighed. "Danny, I hope they are alive too, but in times like these we need to look after ourselves, and the people that depend on us…or you'll have one less Phantom in the future." She said, giving me a final glance before she left the shelter.

I sighed, running my hands through my shaggy hair. I looked over to the picture frame I had taken from my house in agony.

"Sam…come back to me." I whispered to her smiling face, before getting up to talk with Anderson.

Anderson was actually Star Anderson, and one of my most trusted people in the entire group. She was gardening in the garden plots we had set up when I walked up.

"Hey D." She said, wiping her hands up on her jeans and standing up. "What's up?" She asked. I sighed. "Danielle thinks we should leave."

Anderson nodded. "It's not a bad idea. Getting out in the open country where there is less populations to worry about."

I shook my head. "You don't understand."

Anderson sighed and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Look, Danny. We are closer now…I know your demons and you know mine. Even if they were alive, they'd be here by now. They'd be home."

She looked me in the eyes before bringing me down for a kiss, one that I accepted.

…I found comfort in Star, but she was no Sam.

I pulled away, and looked at her with grateful eyes. "Face it Danny…We are all we have left. Kwan, Tucker, and Sam…they are gone." She said, resting her hands on my shoulders. I sighed, pulling a strand of hair away from her face in defeat.

"Of course. I'll start making preparations. We need a new settlement."

She smiled, kissing me on last time, lingering on my lips a few moments longer. "That's my boy."

I let go of her, feeling guilty and liberated at the same time. I nodded to myself, going into my shelter and grabbing the picture of Sam and I…and placing her face down on the cabinet.

"She's probably gone." I whispered, not knowing what would await me in the future.

And so they new 'No Time Left' is about Sam and Danny. Danny was left behind like the first story, but this time, he stayed in Amity Park, never met me like who tf puts themselves in their own story.

Anyways Sam is the leader of the Amity Regugees, and Danny is the leader of the Amity Survivors. Danny and Star have a thing for comfort purposes and Sam kinda has a mutually benefitall thing with someone who you'll find out is who very soon ;)

Hope you liked it!