I sucked air in through my teeth, creating a whistle that was carried away by the wind. I listened to the cracked sound of the music emitting from my MP3. My boots hitting the ground, creating muffled echoes that rang throughout the empty streets. The world was quite, beautiful, peaceful. To an outsider this would be picture perfect. Over grown grass, vines climbing the sides of glass skyscrapers, Rabbits, Tigers, Elephants and Tasmanian devils' running around in harmony. Not to mention that since they broke out of the Zoo I've never missed a meal. I would love to say I continued on my serene walk around the deserted city and continued on with my life but no. This is the apocalypse baby, shit happens.

A scream tore through the air, fuck they defiantly heard that. I turned around and ran towards the sound of the screams, my feet barely touching the ground. Once I skidded around the corner of a high-rise office building I saw five different boys backed into a corner being surrounded by… zombies.

Yuck, how clique, zombies, like seriously? I mean really, couldn't have I been more original and called them, I dunno, the Venoms or the Crawlers? But I guess we're stuck with this shitty name, I'm sure the rest of the survivors have named them this too.

The zombies were limping and throwing themselves at the boys, their grey skin dripping off the bones to reveal chalk white skulls beneath. The growls that they let out would turn your blood to ice. I headed towards them, silently cocking my gun, one of the boys was fighting furiously with a splintered bat and another two were pushing them back with javelins. They were doing well but the amount of Zombies outnumbered them. "Come on Khal just kill it already or we're all gonna fucking die!" one of the boys screamed, he was cowering behind a thin boy in a green jacket and red hair who seemed thoroughly pissed.

"Shut the fuck up, Fatass!" He yelled back, his face contorted into a grimace as his spear slid through the empty eye socket of one of the monsters.

A small blond quaked on the ground clutching his hair. "Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!"

Another blond in an orange parka who was swinging the bat back and forth was bellowing at the zombies. "GO TO FUCKING HELL YOU PIECES OF SHIT!"

"OH MY GOD!" another screeched, "STOP FUCKING SWEARING!"

I sighed, as fun as it was to watch them squabble in a literally life threatening situation, I would have to eventually start to save them, y'know…for moral.

Bang, bang, bang. Shot after shot I fired. One down. Two down. Three down. Four down. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. And ten. Their bodies littered the ground. The five boys looked up at me slowly, then down at the bodies and then back at me. Silence. Then one of the boys threw his head back and laughed loud and fiercely. "Ha! Take that you un-dead pieces of shit! How d'ya like being dead now?" He kicked at one of the bodies laughing hysterically as it rolled on its side lifelessly. The red head, Khal, stepped forward.

"Uh, don't mind Kenny he's not a big Zombie fan." He stuck out his hand, "Kyle, (ohhhhhh) I thank you greatly for saving our lives." I nodded stiffly.

"Mn, No problem." We stared at each other awkwardly.

"And your name is…?"

"Mn, Craig Tucker, Zombie killer at your service."

"I LIKE THIS GUY!" Kenny, who was doing the chicken dance over the dead un-dead bodies, called out. We lapsed back into silence the wind blowing around us.

"Well, um, thanks again for saving us, we'll just be, on our way…" Kyle trailed off. "Come on guys lets go, not much further." My hand shot out at the speed of light, grabbing Kyle by the back of his collar.

"Don't bother. You're heading to the safe zone right?" Kyle gulped.

"Y-yeah…"

"It was broken into two years ago. No one got out. And it's obvious you're all useless at fighting- I mean he's pretty good," I gestured towards Kenny who was now reciting the national anthem, one leg on top of a Zombies head and one hand over his heart, his eyes closed. "But the rest of you need help, you're comin' with me."

"Are you sure?" He earned a short jab in the ribs from a tall black haired boy, Kyle rolled his eyes and continued, "We're not the fastest runners all we'll do is slow you down."

"If you don't talk to me then we're cool. Also,"- I strapped my gun on to my back, and dusting down my jacket-"I give the orders, what I say goes." Kenny jumped of the Zombie (not before repetitively jumping on its face) ran up to my side, spread his legs into the at-ease position and saluted.

"Yessir."