Hello everyone!

This is an alternate universe to the books. It started in my head watching walking dead thinking to myself what if Eric and Sookie lived in Zombieland? The story is based on the books for characters (and their personalities, I will respect it as much as I can), locations and basic type of supernatural. That is it. The main characters will be Eric and Sookie. It will be told at the third person but shifting from following Eric to Sookie.

The outbreak happened BEFORE vampires came out of the coffin maybe a couple of weeks before True Blood was introduced. The story takes place years later.

I love reviews and sometimes I tend to judge the success of my stories based on it. So when I don't get a lot of reviews for a chapter, I tend to think its because it was garbage and I get depressed and don't write for a while. Moral of this story? Please review, it takes us hours to write stories but only takes you minutes to review. If you like someone's work, why not tell them?

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p.s As this is my second language please be nice.

A Better Tomorrow

Chapter 1 - Wake

The empty streets of Shreveport were in complete darkness having long lost electricity or the need for it. Most buildings were still standing tall but nature was taking over. Broken glass, broken doors, broken everything littered the ground. Several people were walking slowly moaning for food; a food supply that was long gone, disrupted by a deadly virus that ravaged the human population years ago.

It happened so quickly. No one knew where it originated, where ground zero was located. Sure scientists, politicians, every day people all had a theory but no one knew why, at that precise moment the outbreak occurred.

It started small, at JFK airport (wink to the book The strain). A plane landed from India. Everything seemed normal until it skewed to a halt while landing. Everyone aboard had died within two moments of touchdown. It didn't take long for the passengers to jerk back into motion but unfortunately, they weren't alive. There was no heartbeat, just a driving need, a need to feed on human flesh.

At first, the military and any available organization the United States could mobilize blocked off Long Island and Manhattan but it wasn't enough and soon the virus swept over the country, the continent, the planet.

Humans were terrified by these walking corpses and turned to each other to survive but soon found out that not everyone they knew was actually human.

Shifters and fairies united with the humans to kill the deadly virus before it was too late but the virus won by numbers and soon not only brought the human population from billions to millions scattered around the globe but almost annihilated both shifters and fairies.

The human population wasn't aware of a third group of magical creatures, vampires, who lived their entire existence in the shadows. Vampires were well organized and very resourceful but the plague had showed them there was nothing they could do to secure their food supply while in direct competition with the living corpses. So it was decided by the vampire authorities to go to ground; to bury themselves with the promise of a better tomorrow.

A small group of vampire scientists were tasked to develop a cure and the rest went to sleep letting their bodies desiccate over time because of the lack of blood.

Two of the zombies shambling along the street were attracted by noises coming out of one small building. They could hear or maybe feel something living was moving in the brown rectangular box that was once a bar.

Inside, three humans were whispering to each other to be quiet. One of them reached in his bag and took out a mason jar filled with what looked like blood. He walked over to the broken bar where all alcohol bottles were either smashed or long gone. There was a trap behind it and as the man walked around and tried to open it, he cursed as it was locked.

The dark skinned, dark haired woman was growing impatient and impulsively kicked at the door. That thump drew the attention the living corpses on the street.

The other two men stared at her, slack jawed that she would do something so stupid. In a panic she grabbed the mason jar and threw it at the latch which caused it to smash. The three humans skittered out the back door to escape the corpses that were now lurching in the front.

The blood on the door trickled down to fill the space between the bottom of the door and the frame. In time, that space overflowed and the still fluid blood trembled on the lip of the sill before lazily dripping on to a coffin. It took only moments before one drop worked its way through the lid of the wooden coffin and reached the lips of Eric Northman, once owner of the bar. The blood slipped into his mouth giving him a taste of something he hadn't had in years. The sound of his tough leather skin moving rasped through the door. The corpses, intrigued, walked over and tried to shoulder it open.

Eric opened his eyes and took what would have been a breath if he was alive. He opened his mouth and tried to get more of the blood which was now a small stream. The blood woke his body up slowly but surely although it was taking longer than usual. The blood didn't taste exactly like blood. No, it tasted like synthetic blood.

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