A/N: I haven't seriously written a story for other to read, aside from my best friend and myself, therefore this might not be the best. But I'm doing it anyway. Warning: my grammar isn't the best, but I try my best to fix all my mistakes (and lucky for me Google chrome tells me when I spell something wrong). Lastly, I did read up on the characters on their Wiki, but I'm not going to memorize it and use every little detail. This is my story, so some things will be different than what they are supposed to be like, i.e., Francis' girlfriend is not Sandra, she is Christy, and he was not in jail.

I got the idea for this story while reading two others and the little creativity that is in my mind.

Enjoy.

"Christy, are you ready yet?" the impatient man yelled up to his girlfriend of almost three years. "We're going to be late." He was now walking up the stairs to their shared room inside their shared house.

The door opened as he reached the top step and out walked Christine, or better known to her boyfriend, Christy. She was wearing her favourite white cut-off tank top underneath her leather jacket, and a a pair of black skinny jeans.

"Damn, you're hot." Her boyfriend scooped her in his arms and placed a kiss on her lips.

She laughed as he put her down, then glared at him, looking at him up and down.

"What?"

"Are you seriously going to wear that?" She asked, looking at his old and worn-out leather vest.

"Of course, you know I love my vest," he smirked. "But if we don't leave soon, we're going to be late."

"Late for what? We're just doing our usual Friday night routine of going to the bar and playing some pool." Christy laughed as they made their way down stairs and out to their motorcycle. "Francis, what are you doing?" she asked when she noticed he wasn't outside yet.

"Just grabbing the keys, babe." He jogged out to her, jumping on his bike, Christy being right behind him. He checked his pocket, feeling the red velvet box containing the diamond ring he planned on placing on her left finger later that night. Smiling, he started the bike and they made their way to their usual Biker bar.

Parking next to a familiar bike, they made their way inside, sitting at the bar.

"Francis, Christy, my two favourite people!" The bartender yelled from the other side of the counter. "How are you two doing tonight? Shall I get you the usual?"

"Hey, Rick. We're doing pretty good. Yeah, you know what we like." Francis replied, checking with Christy to make sure she wanted her usual rum and coke.

Rick poured the two drinks, handing them over. Rick was Francis best friend for the past ten years and knew what he was planning for later that night. He looked at Francis with a questioningly look to see if he was still planning it. Francis responded with a slight nod.

"Hey, Christy?" The waitress, Sophie, came over to her new found friend in the city after she had moved her from New Jersey.

"Hey, Soph. How's the new house?" Christy asked, catching up.

Francis noticed the two girls talking and took advantage of it, walking over to talk with Rick.

"So, after tonight you're going to be engaged. How's it feel, lover boy?" Rick asked as he say Francis coming over, making fun of his buddy.

"I am, and I don't care how much you laugh at me. I love Christy. Nothing can stop me tonight. Nothing could go wrong." Francis smiled.

"Alright, well don't get too mushy with me, you know I hate all this love bullshit."

"That's because you're too afraid to ask Sophie out." Francis poked fun. "Come on, wuss."

"Oh, shut up, and go propose to your lover." He shoved Francis back so he could finish with his other customers.

Francis made his way back to his seat, seeing Christy ordering her food. "I'll take the usual, Sophie." he said sitting down.

She nodded, taking their menus and heading to the back where the cook was.

"So, how's Sophie doing these days? Enjoying the city after her big move?" Francis asked, taking a sip of his Bud.

"She's good, but she was telling me about this outbreak of zombie-like people, their like infected with some disease, I guess it's like the flu, and they just start to transform in to zombies."

"I heard about that on the news. Some bullshit they're coming up with now-a-days, huh?" He chuckled at the thought of a zombie outbreak.

"No, she said it's true. She saw one earlier. They're telling everyone to stay safe and away from anyone with it until it's all figured out."

"She probably saw someone over-dosing, happens all the time downtown."

"Francis," she snapped.

"What, you know it's true." He laughed. "Plus, if anything were to happen, you've got me. I'm invincible, remember?"

Christy rolled her eyes. "Alright, Mr. Invincible. But if I die, I'm haunting you." She laughed.

They continued to joke about the outbreak not knowing what was coming their way.

"Everyone, run for your life, they're coming!" A man yelled, running into the bar.

Everyone looked at him with blank, confused eyes.

"The zombies, they're real, and they're coming for us!" He yelled again. "Run for your life!" He ran out the back door, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

"Well that was random," Rick said as everyone went back to what they were doing.

"You're telling me." Francis laughed, noticing Christy stiffened against his side, gripping his hand. "What's wrong?"

"I hear something." She whispered, trying to listen to outside the bar.

"It's all your imagination, there's no zombies coming our way." He held her hand in his, kissing her cheek. "Believe me."

She sighed and kissed him back.

"Hey, I've got a question for you." Francis stood up, his hand in his pocket. He decided against his original decision of asking her after dinner and instead he was going to ask her now. He was about to get on one knee when a pounding on the door made everyone, including him, look over.

Soon, the door broke down and in came about five very sick-looking people. Pale skin, and blood and dirt covering their clothes. Some people put two and two together and ran out the back door, while others looked at the sick people confused. That is until they started attacking.

The five sickly-looking humans went after the first people they saw, those being the group playing pool by the front door.

*Bang*

A gun shot was heard from behind the counter.

Rick shot his pistol up in the air, hoping it would scare off the things attacking the people trying to play pool. It didn't work and cause three of the five zombies to run his way. Those playing pool were trying to shove them off with their pool sticks.

"What do we do?" Someone asked.

"Kill 'em!" Another yelled back.

"No, they're people, what if they can be healed?" People were now either running, or shoving zombies off of them, confused on whether to kill them or not.

"They can't be healed. They're infected now. It's either kill or be killed." Sophie said, grabbing the second gun under the counter and shooting one in the head, watching it slowly fall the ground.

Everyone stopped and looked at her.

"Kill or be killed" rick said, shooting another.

The sound of gunshots attracted more and more infected people to the open bar.

By this time, Francis had dropped the ring without knowing, and grabbed the bat hanging over the bar, smashing in the zombies heads as they ran towards him and Christy.

"Francis, let's go." Christy said, standing up.

"No, I have to help them. Stay here." He kissed her before running to the door, smashing more as they came in. He noticed a cloud of smoke next to the window, and an infected looking person, with tumors covering his face and neck, was dragging Rick over to him with his extremely long tongue. Francis stopped in his tracks confused, but then ran over, smashing the infected's head in, killing him and letting and rather large amount of smoke fill the room.

"FRANCIS!" He heard Christy yell from the back of the room. He quickly ran over to see a zombie on her, bite marks covering her arms. He kicked the zombie away from her, hitting it with the bloody baseball bat. It fell to the floor dead. He helped Christy up. "Francis, we have to go." She said, brushing her self off. He clothes were ripped to shreds and she could hardly stand. Noticing blood coming from the bite and scratch marks on her arms and face, Francis took her to the bathroom to clean the cuts.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"We need to leave. I don't feel good." She said, gripping her stomach. She quickly turned to the toilet and puked. "Francis, I'm scar-" she cut herself off by puking again. She fell to the floor and a fit of tears. She wasn't sure if she was scared that she was dying or that she was becoming one of them, but she felt it herself slowly losing the energy and life inside her.

"Fight it, Christy. You're going to be okay." He said. He helped her up and walked back out to the counter. He noticed only a few zombies were left, but Sophie was lying on the floor, blood surrounding her, and Rick was puking. He also noticed no one was left in the bar, but some of the zombies had on the same clothes they did. either they became infected, or they can change really quickly. He decided the first option was more likely and took Sophies gun and shot them all.

Rick slowly walked over to him, just as pale as the other, and like the one emitting smoke from earlier, he had tumors all down his face and neck. He shot his long tongue at Francis, but Francis ducked before it could grab him.

"No, Rick. Don't tell me you're infected?" He was answered by Rick going to attack him. Francis kept shoving him off, refusing to shoot his best friend. "I can't kill you man, fight it. Don't become one of them!"

It was too late for Rick, he was fully changed, and all Rick wanted to do was kill and eat Francis.

Having no choice but this, he picked up the gun again and shot his now lost best friend in the head. "I'm sorry." He muttered, shaking his head. Francis was a tough man, but killing his best friend hit him hard. He was about to lose it when he remembered Christy. In the fight against his old buddy, he didn't notice his own girlfriend on the floor coughing up blood. He ran to her side, holding her in his arms. "Fight it, baby." He yelled to her.

She couldn't talk, she only coughed more.

He knew it was the end. There was nothing he could do. His girlfriend of three years was becoming a zombie. He couldn't kill her, no matter what. He knew he had to, but he could't.

He stood up, standing over her, watching her rock back and forth as she cried. He picked up the diamond ring that fell earlier and placed it next to her. As he got closer, she started to growl at him.

He knew he lost her. He grabbed the two pistols and left the bar, heading home on foot.

This night went from the best night ever to the worst night of his life. He killed his best friend and his girlfriend was becoming one of the monsters.

"Nothing could go wrong...yeah, fuck that." He said as he continued his walk home. "I hate zombies."