Left 4 Dead and Left 4 Dead 2 have most definitely taken over my life! It's so sad:( But it does in fact spark my creativity for a story:) So I suppose you see where this is going and what my story is going to hold for you all!:)And If not, ZOMBIES!:) Don't you just love them?

Summary: The air had a sense of death in it. Jump City, along with the rest of the world seemed to be so empty. This is because of a zombie apocalypse. Only a few have survived due to being immune to the disease, but still have to survive without being killed. They're only five left and they all are separated and don't know who each other or for the case where they are. All they care about is getting out of the city, hoping to find a safe place. AU.

Characters: [Some will be a little OC. Like Starfire, I'm gonna make her English more slang and a little more assertive and you see how that's going there. And Raven, she'll show more emotion then she does in the show because I mean I would if I had a chance of dying everyday.]

Beastboy: Garfield Logan

Cyborg: Victor Stone

Raven: Rachel Roth

Robin: Dick Grayson

Starfire: Kory Anders

[More characters might appear and couples will come also.]

Disclaimer: I do no own The Titans. But I do own the zombies...they're cool, but not Teen Titans cool:(

~Chapter One~

~With Kory in her POV~

The window that overlooked a street was barely visible due to the bloody handprints that stained it. The air smelled of dust,decay, and blood. I turned from the window and looked around the musty room. It was bare with the exception of an old wooden desk and a severed arm and leg that lie on the floor. I grimaced at them as they looked plastered on the murky blue rug. My emerald green eyes house black bags under them that were now starting to show due to the lack of sleep I have been deprived of for the last three weeks. My hair was like a rat's nest, so I had it shoved up into a messy bun of red locks. My hair used to be a ruby, vibrant red, but now it was a rusty red. My skin was almost as pale as the snow that draped the city. I had a forest green top that clung tightly to me and a black jacket that was zipped up half-way to keep me warm from the winter air that seeped through the cracks from the windows. I smoothed out my black skinny jeans over my ragged old purple tennis shoes. I shifted the weight of the Uzi that was adorned on a black leather strapped that wrapped around me. I unbuttoned my gun holders that my pistols were in so that in case of an ambush, I would be ready. Not that zombies were that smart, but I'm sure they would eventually find me.

I glanced over to my purple backpack that laid on the desk. I had shoved the many supplies I had gathered from vacant markets when the disease started taking over. It contained many canned foods that wouldn't expire, several bottles of water, an extra shirt though I had packed two but lost my yellow one, extra ammo, a pocket tool, and a walkie talkie that I used everyday to try to contact anyone who may be alive, but my hopes were starting to crash. No one had answered from day one and they still wouldn't answer. I remember when all of this started happening.

~Flashback~

I set on my round bed in my room, watching the first snow of winter sprinkle down onto my balcony. I loved the snow. It was so pure, so white. I sighed and set back and grabbed my remote and turned on my television. The usual Law and Order show that I like watching was overtaken by the news.

'Breaking news! A virus is spreading like wild-fire around the world. Many people have died from this disease, but reports show that there have been sightings of the un dead coming back to life. We're not sure, but we shall keep you updated. There are no cures or treatments at the time, but scientist are working on it.' The news slowly faded away and the show cam back on. I raised an eyebrow. A virus? It seemed so unreal. I groaned as I stood up and walked out of my room. I walked downstairs and my mom stood with my dad and two siblings. Ryan, my brother and Koma, my sister had looks of dismay while my mother scolded them over going to the doctor.

'Kory, come on. We're going to the doctor to check on the virus spreading.' My father said and we made our way to the car, but I was surprised that the virus was such a big deal. I thought it was just something random away from here, but I guess not. The car ride was silent and the doctor took us immediately. My parents came out together with frowns. My sister and brother did the same as they returned. I went in last and was met with a white room with several doctor degrees on the wall. I glanced around and found my doctor. He was an older man, probably around is sixties and he grinned at me under his white mustache.

'Kory, have a seat. I'm going to draw some blood and run it under our new machine and see how things are going to be for you.' He said calmly. I looked away as he drew my red liquid and watched him nervously as he tested it. I heard him mutter something like, oh my gosh! It scared me, something must be wrong. He turned to me and looked at me.

'Kory, you have a gene in you that has made you immune to the disease.' He said. I looked blankly at him and raised an eyebrow.

'So, I can not be infected?' I whispered. He nodded. As good as it sounded, it frightened my more. I wouldn't die of the disease with my family. I would have to live among the un dead and risk my life everyday. I it wouldn't hit Jump City. I made my way out and told my parents of what I had been told and my mother cried.

'I hope nothing happens to us.' She said with tears and it made me cry too. We eventually made it home and I had dinner with my family and went to my room. I locked my door and fell back onto my bed and closed my eyes. I soon fell into a deep sleep.

Sometime around three am I woke to a growling noise. I felt suspicious and decided to ignore my instincts that told me to lay back down and not speak, but I denied them and went to the door. I slowly unlocked it and barely opened it to peak out and I saw the darkness of the hallway. Nothing. I raised my red eyebrows as my ruby locks fell over my shoulders. I heard the growling again, except louder and it cam from my left, where my family's rooms resided. I put my head out more and saw something come into the dim moonlight from a window. It was shorter. It's skin was a yellow tint as it was bathed in the moonlight. It had eerie green eyes that looked sickly. It had droopy black bags under its eyes and it moved slowly. But the one thing that I noticed was the cropped red hair that fell right above its eyes. Ryan! I realized it was my younger brother. I gasped and backed-up slightly. I saw the rest of my family with yellow skin and eerie green eyes. They had turned into zombies. I walked backwards and nailed my desk and squeaked. The zombies' heads flipped up and showed their razor teeth and took off at me. Super fast. They must be hybrids. I quickly shut my door and locked it. I heard the scratching and banging and knew the door wouldn't last long. I ran loudly to the balcony door and slipped out. I saw the way led to my parents room and quietly made my way to their door. I peeked and saw no one said I walked in. I carefully closed the door and locked it. I began to search for my dad wide variety of guns. I stumbled across his Uzi and pistols and the holder and snatched them up. I caught sight of my old purple bag from grade school and grabbed it. I settled up everything and ran back onto the balcony and found the ladder and jumped down. I ran and ran till I found an old warehouse and snuck in. I searched to make sure no one else was there and I hid, hoping not to be found as I cried myself to sleep.

~Flashback over~

I turned back to the window. I had matured a lot over the three weeks. I had learned to finally defend for myself. I sighed and turned back to my bag and rummaged through it till I found the walkie talkie. Taking one last shot for the night to find someone, anyone that could help me. I turned it on and was answered by static. I switched to each station, trying everyone of them. I made it to last one, my hopes already crushed. I knew no one would answer, but I would try again.

"Hello? Anyone? My name is Kory and I am a survivor. Is there anyone there?" I called to it. I was answered by static. I felt tears drip into my eyes as I turned to the side, but to my surprise, a voice of a teenager called over the talkie.

"Copy that over. I am a survivor as well and I can help."

~Chapter One Over~

There is the first chapter. The others are coming soon. But what do you think? Review please:)