"Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen! FIFTEEN! Double kill!"

The sound of a girl whooping in self congratulations drowned out the other constant noise of gun fire and moaning zombies.

"No way!" Another girl called at the other in annoyance. "You've got to be cheating or something."

"There's no cheating this game, babe," The first girl grinned over at her friend. "I'm just talented like that." She winked at her before blowing off the skull of a stumbling zombie. "Headshot!"

Sounds like a video game, right?

Nope. This is a walk to the grocery store.

Welcome to Zombieland.

Population: Dying.

"Hey Tulsa! Move your ass along." The leader in kills, a short tanned skinned girl with a mountain of blonde dreadlocks adoring her head called back to her friend."We haven't got all day."

"Right behind ya!" Tulsa yelled, narrowly avoiding a zombie's grabbing hands. She quickly turned blasting it away with a sawed off shotgun then jumped over a fallen stop sign to catch up with her partner, Vegas.

"I thought you said you knew a short cut." Tulsa glowered as the two finally slowed to catch their breaths. It seemed that the streets were zombie free for now.

"I do! But I thought the scenic route would be more fun." Vegas smiled widely slinging the strap of the AK-47, her most prized possession, over her shoulder. "Cheer up, Tulsa. The stores just another block."

The two girls seemed an unlikely duo. Vegas was a tornado of glitter and rampaging bullets. While Tulsa, although normally cheerful, was the anchor of sensibility. She was constantly watching out for Vegas while the other girl chose to storm the streets headfirst and shooting.

Still when it came to Zombieland if you found someone you could trust you stuck with them. It was harder seven months into the initial outbreak to find people who wouldn't turn on you either in greed or paranoia.

While Tulsa had been travelling alone for most of her time, Vegas had bounced from group to group for a while before meeting Tulsa somewhere along the New Mexico border. She had just been in California the week before heading towards the rumored "zombie free" amusement park Pacific Playland. It had been a bust though. Apparently some people had turned on the park attracting massive hoards of zombies that never quite left.

Idiots. Although their list of rules they passed on did come in handy.

Tulsa and Vegas, however quickly became acquainted with one another. Somehow enjoying the polar opposite company. The two had traveled all the way to the east coast and were now headed back the other way, camping down somewhere in Kentucky, where the undead population wasn't too bad.

"See." Vegas said waving her hand at the rundown grocery store that finally came into view, "that wasn't so bad."

There were a couple of zombies lingering outside who hadn't noticed that two girls heading their way. Tulsa took the opportunity to up her score for the day. Before Vegas could pull out her gun, that redhead had already managed to mow them down, doing a few double taps just to be sure.

"Cheater." Vegas mumbled stepping through the broken glass doors of the building her gun under her arm.

"Nope. Just talented." Tulsa mocked grinning for the first time that day. She turned her attention though back to the store. It looked like it had already been ransacked quite a few times but there was enough to get them through the next week or so. Until they decided to move on anyway.

It was never a good idea to stay in one place for too long. Eventually resources ran out and you were practically zombie bait.

"Small town people's idea of food is starting to get questionable." Vegas said as she held up some kind of pickled vegetable.

"Watch it." Tulsa said in a teasing manner, "I'm actually from a small town and I can tell you that I've never seen something edible that color in my entire life."

Vegas only rolled her eyes muttering a retort under her breath before rounding the corner leaving Tulsa alone to sort through the near empty aisle. The redhead started picking up boxes and jars, inspecting each item. At this point in their travels they could still choose to be a little bit picky. Only once were they stuck living off of stale bread and cans of vegetables they weren't even able to open.

But that was when they were stuck in "middle of nowhere Ohio." Since then the two had stayed close to suburbs and small towns. While some of the bigger cities were mostly zombie free they were still thriving with survivors. Which sometimes proved to be more dangerous. Zombieland had driven a lot of people close to insanity, bringing out the worst in the human race. Greed for the most part.

Tulsa was inspecting the expiration date of a box of crackers when she heard a loud thud from the aisle over. She quickly threw the box in her grey pack and drew out her gun.

"Vegas?" She whisper-yelled, taking a quick step towards the end of her aisle, peeking her head around. It was clear, only empty boxes and packages scattered across the floor. Tulsa never liked scary movies. And she especially hated those drawn out moments of suspense. Characters creeping through deserted buildings, practically waiting for the monsters to attack. That was her life now though. One big clichéd horror flick.

She turned again, standing at the end of the aisle Vegas had disappeared to. Her eyes raked over the rows lined up side by side but found nothing. Like the rest of the store now it seemed to be empty. Great. Just what she needed.

A small shuffling sound from behind caught her attention though. Tulsa quickly whipped around her hand going to the trigger of her gun. Her nerves were rigid at this point as she crept back the way she came feeling the first pricks of cold sweat gathering on her temple.

"Tulsa behind you!" Vegas cried from the other end of the aisle.

Before she could even think Tulsa snapped her body around her finger quickly pulling trigger. The gun was pointed up however, blowing a large hole in the ceiling above them. The area around her was suddenly full of a white powdery dust, chunks of debris falling to the floor.

"Oh great. I'm sure that attracted every zombie within a five mile radius." An unfamiliar voice grumbled. It was obviously male and from the tone he was clearly annoyed.

Tulsa squinted through the dust her gun still raised as she tried to make out the figure. Suddenly though, just as it was all clearing she noticed Vegas creeping up behind the boy, baseball bat in hand.

"HI-YAH!" Vegas gave some kind of war cry bringing the bat down onto the boys head with sickening thud. Before he could even react, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he dropped the gun he was carrying, crashing to the floor.

"Uhm. Tulsa paused staring down at the unconscious person than back up at Vegas. "What the hell was that?"