AN: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a long time, but it's because of school! I thought I would eventually get used to all the essays but I guess not. Anyways, this is a new story and a new fandom. Read on :)

*This entire chapter is flashbacks/memories spanning back from the present day where Beca is about 20-21 years old

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UNTIL THE MORNING SUN

PROLOGUE

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Sarang: The feeling of wanting to be with someone until death.

(1 year earlier)

A woman about the age of 20 dashed through an alley in a panicked manner. She quickly rounded the corner out of view and a horde of flesh eating zombies followed.

As she called them, biters.

The biters rapidly began to gain on the chocolate haired girl, hoping they would have an easy lunch from her.

The girl, Beca, turned another corner faintly feeling her hair fly wildly around her. She glanced around this alley's contents.

After gazing around for a handful of moments, She finally spotted a possible escape. It was in the form of an old and moldy bright green colored door that didn't blend well with the building's brick exterior.

She quickly glanced behind her to see that the biters hadn't turned the corner yet and yanked the door open and quietly shut it behind her. She put her ear to the door, listening as the loud thumps got closer and then passed her as they left chasing the ghost of the girl.

"That was a close one Beca," she murmured to herself.

She quietly breathed out a sigh of relief and turned to begin clearing the building to make sure it was safe to stay in for the night.

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(4 months earlier)

A barely 21 year old Beca sat in a meadow filled with grass and dandelions that had the occasional overgrown patch. She had cleared out a small area of said grass to set up a fire if needed. As she began to lay out the branches and sticks in a hut formation that she had learnt from her mother, she heard a twig snap. Immediately she froze and let her hand hover over space where the pile of gathered materials occupied.

She focused on listening to her surroundings. Yes although it was a location visited frequently by animals and there were always sounds around her, they were never this loud or obvious.

She instinctively backed into an overgrown patch and flattened herself against the foliage. Just how her mother had taught her. Her thoughts briefly switched to her mother. Beca and her had traveled and survived together when the news first started showing evidence of the biters and began to be filled with headlines like 'Lab outbreak, zombie virus viral.'

Beca had been awoken by her mother shaking her awake, explaining to her that they had been surrounded by a horde of biters.

They had chosen to sleep on a secluded hill the previous night and had taken turns on watch duty. But due to the fact that the day before they hadn't had time to stop and sleep, Beca had fallen asleep on her shift. She eventually had been separated from her mother after they had tried to run to safety.

There was no doubt that her mother was dead now, it was very unlikely that she had survived the swarm of zoms.

But the worst part? Her mother didn't even blame her, even as Beca saw her being surrounded by the biters. There had only been sadness in her eyes, most likely from the realization that Beca would be all by herself for a while and had yelled at Beca to flee.'

Beca heard another twig snap and the shuffling of feet draw closer. She began to slowly creep further back into the coverage of the greenery.

The shuffling was practically on top of Beca now, and she began to panic internally. Her instincts screamed at her to get up and run as fast as she could away, but knowing it would only result in her death, Beca simply held herself down.

She peered through the thick green and yellow freckled grass. She watched as legs consumed with disgusting decomposing flesh dragged past her and deeper into the dead forest, safely passing her.

Beca waited and waited, laying there in the cushioning of the grass.

She stayed in that grass until she was sure the biters were long gone and after an hour she began to slowly get up, her intent was to gather her scattered supplies and move camp. Or at least relocate into a tree.

After Beca fully stood up, she picked up her stuff and scraped dirt into the little pit she'd originally intended for the fire, erasing any evidence that someone had occupied the space.

She found a tree sturdy and tall enough to support her and dropped her stuff into a group of bushes nearby to pick up when she awoke, hoping that she wouldn't have to look hard to find it again.

Beca climbed the tree, and after finding an outcropping of large branches that formed a 'V', she tied a rope around her middle and began to sleep.

*The following morning*

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Beca awoke to the irrating ear-piercing screeches and chirps of birds.

"Why are they so cheerful? I mean it's morning, so how can anyone be cheerful at this time of day?"

She groaned out loud to herself, her voice gravelly and hoarse from disuse.

Opening her eyes regrettably, she scanned her surroundings quickly and attempted to determine the time.

The sun was barely up, casting orange and yellow rays into the sky. It's light shone onto the tree Beca was residing on, casting a large shadow on the ground.

Beca checked around the base of the tree for biters and into the foliage around her general vicinity from her perch in the tree.

"Well," Beca whispered to herself, "Better safe than sorry."

She quietly pried a large piece of bark off of the tree with a knife from her pocket and snapped it back onto her belt loop when she was finished, and gripped the ample sized chunk of bark between her glove clad fingers.

Beca stood carefully after untying the rope from herself and slung it around her shoulders. Wrapping her arm loosely around a nearby branch, she cocked her arm that contained the tree's dead shell and hurled it with all her might at a neighboring tree.

It impacted the wood with a loud 'crack' and then promptly fell down to the earth below.

Beca stood there motionless for a few moments, ears peeled for any irregular sounds.

After hearing nothing but the continued chirping of birds and occasional gust of wind Beca began to carefully climb back down to the forest floor.

As she reached the ground she brushed her fingers off onto her worn and dirty jeans, making her way towards a patch of bushes where she thought she had left her supplies.

After gathering her stuff and confirming that she didn't leave a trace of herself behind, Beca glanced down at the map loosely clutched in her fingers and began to head to a nearby road.

She walked around for a short while, finally stumbling her way across a sign pointing in the direction of said road, and immediately began to follow the pathway, carefully peering at the passing scenery for danger.

Beca followed the gravel covered pathway for a few moments, until she finally reached the cracked asphalt of the road she was searching for.

She followed the road for some time, watching as the houses began to grow closer and closer together and stores began to appear.

Beca finally stopped at the city's downtown area (after encountering a couple biters), and realized that it was filled mostly with two or three story granite buildings, which was a sturdy material that lasted a while and kept out majority of nature.

She cautiously checked her rear for the third time in the past minute, feeling like something was off and she was being followed.

Beca stopped. It was quiet, too quiet. She didn't even hear birds. There had always been birds, wherever she had gone; even in subways (which were death wishes).

She shrugged to herself and walked a few yards to a department store in hopes to find new clothes or food. She wiggled the door handle a little, and after determining it was locked, grabbed her lock picking kit and began to try and pick it.

"...why would they lock this door," the stormy eyed girl asked herself, "I mean they probably knew it was going to get broken into anyways..."

Again she shrugged to herself and focusing at her task as hand, a muted noise of victory erupting from her throat when she finally popped the lock.

Grabbing a flashlight and carefully swinging the door open to the Marshall's entrance to a mall, mentally preparing herself for the worst and sighed in relief as only empty space greeted her on the other side of the door, and slowly shuffled her way into the broken down store.

She glanced around at the department store's interior, taking in its walls painted with faded blue paint, peeling and chipped around doorways and gingerly closed the metal door behind her, anxiously checking the hallway in front of her, and began to make her way to the next doorway and passed through, and after glancing at a labeled sign, began to make her way towards the food court watching her surroundings.

Beca reached it with only a few encounters with biters, and hid herself in the shadows when they drew near.

She headed towards an absently lighted neon sign that mentioned fresh vegetables, hoping to find at least some unopened and packaged foods, and after exploring the storage unit in the back of the old pizzeria and discovering a couple of water bottles and a box of canned foods, began to make her way back out to the roadway.

As Beca began to open the main entry door, she was filled with a bad feeling and immediately reached for her knife that had been attached to her belt loop and held it out in front of her.

One of the many things her mother had taught her, was to always trust her instincts, because they were most likely correct.

She slowly and cautiously pried the door open and her eyes widened with fear at what was presented to her on the other side, the street that she had been traveling along not a half hour ago, was now crawling with biters.

"Oh god," Beca whispered to herself.

"I'm dead. I'm so dead."

Beca began to back up, intending to close the door and wait the horde out. But to her horror, a thump sounded behind her. Turning around, there were three zoms, and all were gigantic ally sized (because of her luck), and walking towards her.

She had two choices; try to take down the three insanely tall biters, or run out and try her luck on the street, which was overloaded with zoms.

Beca made the split second decision, and reached behind herself with her hand, and grabbed the doorknob. She swung it open and hurled herself out of the building, yanking it shut behind her. She couldn't help but feel as if she had made the wrong decision, but staying and trying to overpower the big biters would be suicide and she would fail quickly.

As the door slammed shut behind her, Beca immediately had the full attention of the decent sized horde of zoms.

She began to run the instant the door shut, filled with a feeling of Deja vu, and headed towards an alleyway near her.

Of course she had been chased by the zoms a many, many, times, but only once before had she been pursued by a horde this size.

A quick glance Beca that the alleyway she had turned into was long and filled with trash, and had metal exterior walls on both sides of her that had the occasional side door.

Glancing over her shoulder, she attempted to check if there were any runners in the group, but she instantly knew she had made a mistake when her foot caught on something lodged in the ground and tripped.

She winced as pain flared up from her ankle to mid calf, and her abdomen ached due to landing on the hard ground, but she pushed herself up shakily with her hands as quick as she could manage, scrunching up her face in pain as she jostled her injuries.

She ran as fast as her injured state could handle, knowing that she had to find an escape soon, because there was no way she could possibly keep this up for long.

With every step the pain grew worse and she began to slow, almost spent. She could hear the biters behind her, tripping over discarded trash, and at least one runner in the group growing nearer.

Beca glanced around at her current surroundings, scanning for a door she could access or an exit to the alley, and grinned to herself as she spotted an slightly propped open metallic door.

Picking up her pace, she used the last of her energy to speed into building, running down the main hallway of it and searched desperately for the front entrance, and after glancing at a couple signs, began heading towards her only way out.

Beca's legs had long been burning, and her injuries were white hot flashes of pain, but the adrenaline thankfully was currently dulling the effects.

Rushing out the building entry, she did a quick assessment of her current street, and began to speed towards an old red brick building, entering once she reached the door and shutting it after herself, effectively sealing herself in, and the biters out.

She turned around and nodded with satisfaction when she didn't see any unwanted visitors, listening to the door being pounded on by the many decomposing fists, but the door had luckily been a thick metal one. So it'd hopefully hold?

She began pushing a nearby chest in front of the door, ignoring the pain of her injuries just a moment longer. Knowing that the wooden appliance wouldn't do much, but it was still something.

She finally took in the building fully, noting that it was an office of some sort, filled with filing cabinets.

Beca began limping around the relatively small building, looking for a place to rest, and immediately felt the full brunt of her wounds, causing her to fall against the wall, her knees shaking from exertion.

She didn't think they would be too major, just a sprained ankle at most and maybe some bruised ribs? But knowing her luck, she probably had broken something.

And she honestly didn't know, because she never had paid attention in Health class, never seeing the importance of it (and was now regretting her decision).

Making her way to a supply closet, she closed the door and fell back against it, beginning to slide down.

Beca slowly forced herself back up to push a couple boxes in front of the door, hoping it would be enough to think of a quick plan if anyone discovered where she was.

She pulled out a pistol, which she had never even thought about touching unless things were serious enough and laid it down on her thigh, her other hand reaching into her pocket to pull out a picture of her and her mother, gripping it tightly.

She heard the telltale signs of a clang, and thudding of feet. Fear flooding through her when she realized that they had broken through. She would have looked at the picture she was holding, if not for the very dim lighting.

Feeling the pain begin to flare up even more now that the adrenaline was wearing off pulling Beca closer and closer to unconsciousness and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible on stone floor.

She admitted to herself that maybe saying that her wounds were slight was an understatement, a really large understatement.

Hearing the thudding grow closer, she tried to make herself smaller by burrowing into the wall, listening as the zoms searched for the girl they had thought they'd have an easy snack on. She finally found the most comfortable position she was offered, Her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and her head began drooping against her chest.

The last thing Beca noticed before exhaustion took over and she passed out, was the bottom of a door, cleverly blended into the rest of the wall.

AN: Finished! Yes this will be a Beca + Kommissar pairing, I just found this ship and I'm excited! If you have any questions I'll try to answer them and if I had any major spelling errors let me know. Follow, Favorite.

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