AN: Alright guys, I decided to take a break from 500 days and try something a little...different. I don't know where I came up with this, I guess it just showed up. Anyway, I'll update this soon.
I was a Freshman in high school when I first heard about it. When the first "breakout" really happened. They say it started on accident, someone had a leak with some chemical and got the disease, but Elsa must've had something to do with it.
After all, she was the one to find the cure. The chemical leak was in her lab, too. I called her to see if she was okay, but as always, there was no response. She must have it, I thought. She'll be dead by tomorrow morning, if she isn't already. It didn't really matter to me- it was as if she was already dead. She never called any of us.
It finally came to our area when I was a Senior. Attendance at the school was dropping, and I figured that was why. People were scared of the plague, the "zombie apocalypse" as some called it.
My parents bought some guns and stuff, they made me carry a knife in my backpack too. By March of senior year, if you weren't carrying some sort of weapon around, you were probably doomed to die.
They weren't here yet- but they were close. The day they came- April 7th- was weird. I could almost sense something different when I was driving to school. The streets were silent, and there was a nasty reek of rotting bodies.
School was pointless, too, but I had nothing better to do. There weren't any specific classes- you just went to whatever classes you wanted to. And there weren't a ton of teachers, either, just a bunch of seniors trying to teach survival skills for the day they did come. Sciences, too, for the cure.
Phone lines were iffy. Local calls usually went through, but long-distance calls were hard. I tried getting ahold of Elsa a few times, but she never picked up.
When I walk into my "first period" class (most kids have a habit of going to the same class), two of the eight people that are usually there are here.
Brittany Weaver, ex-cheerleader, who's now crazy and incredibly skinny. And Hans Isles, my friend (with benefits, I guess). We sort of agreed that a relationship was a bad idea, since either one of us could die at any time. But we still see each other.
We don't really know each other, but I bet if we make it out alive we'll probably end up getting married or something. Just to keep the population going. I think the running count of living, non infected humans is at 5 billion. We lose more than a million every day. It's harsh.
Some of them aren't dead- just infected. The "zombies" are the ones that have either one of two things: a dissolved cerebrum (due to the plague) or have been infected by another zombie and have had it eaten out.
Yeah, zombies like brains.
Scientists say the people with some resemblance of a cerebrum are curable, but the other ones are goners. Gotta shoot 'em in the head.
So if we have to kill all of those, plus the ones that are already dead, our populations going to go way down. I figure the more reproducing couples, the better, right?
And Hans isn't that bad.
"Hey Anna!" he calls to me, patting the seat next to him. As I sit down, he pecks me on the lips. "Bad news- the news reports says they were about 50 miles away from here."
I nod, unaffected by this. They're going to come, eventually, and we just have to be prepared.
"Good morning, class!" Our teacher, a random student who has decided to teach us about tying knots, has walked in. He has three bundles of ropes, which he tosses at Brittany, Hans and I, and keeps one for himself.
He begins to tell us about tying the knots.
As Hans and I are tying, he leans into me.
"We should go." His warm breath tickles my neck, and I feel a tingle go up my spine. Now? He's usually suggestive, but not this pushy.
"Hans, I don't feel like it. Not today, sorry."
"No, I mean leave. Escape. Survive." I think about it. It would be smart, leave with a nice strong man to have a family with. I'm only 18, and so is he, but back in the old days they started much younger. But then again, I still have my family: my mom, my dad, possibly my sister.
"I don't know, Hans." And then he kisses me, slowly, his tongue venturing slowly into my mouth and mine into his.
It's moments like this when I wish the zombies were gone. And I could just live a lovely life with Hans.
"Ahem," the teacher breaks us from our spell. I smirk at Hans and he smirks back.
"I'll think about it," I whisper and he nods, grabbing my leg under the table. We begin tying knots again.
And then the first one comes crashing through the door.
He's much cleaner than I would've expected, he's only drooling with some ripped clothes and a blood stain here and there. No pools of blood or anything.
Brittany screams and runs to the corner of the room, only drawing more attention to herself. Quickly, I reach down and grab my backpack, unzipping it and grabbing the knife out.
The thing starts hobbling fast toward us, but before it can get too close I hurl my knife at it. The knife hits him square in the head, thanks to all my training in knife classes. I want to keep my knife in case there are more, which there probably are, since they travel in packs.
I run out the door and see a stampede of them stumbling toward me, moaning and dripping in sweat and blood.
"Hans, you're right. We've got to go."
I rip my knife out of the zombie's forehead and grab the rope from our table. Not sure how it's going to help, but if he was teaching us to use it it's got to help somehow, right?
"Your parents have guns at your house? We can grab those and take your car. We'll drive it to the middle of nowhere." While he's explaining this to me, I've managed to untangle the rope and it's probably about 20 feet, at the least. It's a long rope.
Brittany's huddled in the corner, not budging at all to stop the zombies, so I grab her rope and tie it to mine. Our teacher is gone, probably ran away and dead already.
"Hans, you grab this and tie it to your wrist. You can use it to strangle them and this way we can find our way back to each other if we get lost in the mob. Send a wave if you need help. Do you have a weapon?" He holds up his knife. I nod, and make my way out into the small mob of zombies. There's only about ten of them, but without proper training they'll take us down easily.
I decide the best strategy is to take down the bigger ones first, that way at the end when I'm tired I'll have the little ones. So the first one I grab is about 6 foot and walking much, much faster than the rest.
I wrap my rope around it's neck and it's reaching for me as we tumble to the ground. I end up on top and stab my knife into its head, hopefully killing it. I have to look away from the thing while I stab it because it's just too gruesome.
Another zombie grabs me from behind and pushes me over, so I can't reach my knife. I tug the rope to send Hans a help message and try to push it off me, but it's just too strong. It's actually a girl, one of the smaller ones, and she has my arms pushed down and his biting at me. I feel a few tight tugs at my wrist and realize that Hans is in trouble.
Well- this is it. We tried. I'm going to die. I stop resisting from the zombie and let it kill me.
But then I feel it fall onto me, limp. I push it off of me and see none other than the Brittany standing above me.
"Thanks Br-" Before I can finish, one of them pummels her to the ground, ripping inside of her neck and into her brain. I don't know how they do it- and all I can do is stand there and watch in awe.
But I snap back to my senses and see Hans, struggling with a bigger zombie. I grab the knife Brittany killed the zombie attacking me and the one I killed the other zombie with.
I race over to Hans, who is now on the bottom of the zombie just as I was. Before it can get him, I take both knifes and stab them into the sides of the zombie's head. I rip them out before it tumbles to the side of Hans.
I'm now in an awkward, straddle like position on top of Hans.
"We should do this more often," he says, sitting up and grabbing my face to give me a nice kiss.
After he breaks away, I shove one of the knives into his hand.
"Let's get this finished." There are 5 left, which means we each have got to get at least 2.
I run over to the first and simply stab it straight between the eyes, right where you have to in order to kill it. I have to pull my knife out, which is the worst part.
Some other kids are running around now, trying to kill the zombies. It's successful, so I grab Hans and we run down the stairs and out the doors to my car.
Unfortunately, several of them are surrounding the cars and so we push our way through, kicking and punching, making sure we're okay.
I make it to the car, but I don't see Hans.
"Hans?" Nothing. "Hans!" I hear a yelp.
It's halfway across the parking lot and there's nothing I can do.
"Hans!" There's about 7 on top of him and a few headed towards me. "No!"
"Anna, you go!" I should've stayed with him. I could've saved him. But it's too late now- he's gone. Too far for me to help.
I wipe the tears from my face and run to my car. I've got to stop by home before I can start my trek to wherever the hell I'm going.
That's yet another thing I've got to figure out.
AN: This story will most likely be written in 2 POVs: Anna 1st and Kristoff 1st. Maybe Kristoff next chapter but probably not. Note: Hans was supposed to be nice, he's not evil or anything. Just dead. This stories going to follow the main Frozen plot just with zombies and instead of ice powers she has the sciencey stuff. And more PG-13 rating. Maybe R. We'll see.
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