AN: One of my first delusions that i never got to perfecting. it now has a great plotline and decent grammar!

I own none of the characters!

grammar and stuff helped by:

Lilah(otherwise known as FlyingSolo something something something. go bother her.)

HERES THE STORY! WARNING FOR SCENES AND LANGUAGE! RATED T FOR A REASON!

Chapter one: Message

"Percy! Percy,wake up!" hissed a frantic woman, her urgent whisper cutting through the silent of the night.

Percy jolted up at his mother's tone. Instantly, he realized that they were in trouble. The pupils of her eyes were wide, and she was speaking very quietly, as if someone might overhear them. Even though there would be no one left to hear them shout. No one alive, at any rate.

It had been only six months since it first started. Percy smiled darkly at the thought. "Only" six months. "Only" six months since hell started. "Only" six months where he and his mother had to survive on scraps and live on the run. "Only" six months since the beginning of the infection. "Only" six months of being hunted by… the dead.

A bang from a few meters away snapped Percy out of his thoughts. He tightened his grip around his heavy metal bat, the weapon that never left his side. Another crash of metal echoed through the empty space of the warehouse that they had taken refuge in.

Percy winced as that one rang out. It was closer, but off to the right, instead of directly in front of him. There must be more than one, Percy thought with a grimace, cursing mentally. He slowly sat up and peered around the pile of heavy pipes hiding him and his mother.

Immediately, he had to cover his mouth to hide his gasp. There was barely enough light from the moon to show their surroundings, but enough to see that there were definitely more than one of them. In fact, it would be safe to say there were at least thirty. A shiver crawled down his spine as one of the zombies let out a guttural groan.

To Percy's horror, the entire group moved as one, shambling towards him.

Not bothering with secrecy anymore, Percy shouted at his mother, "RUN!"

Sally Jackson didn't object, and instantly sprang to her feet, with Percy close behind. They pelted towards the back door, their planned escape route.

That plan collapsed when a mangled form of what used to be a human stepped in front of the doorway, the moonlight silhouetting him ominously. The two fugitives skidded to a halt, about ten feet from the door. Percy started to spin around, but it was no use. The man charged the pair, and the boy saw the entirety of its grotesque form in the light. A ravaged mess of a face. Chewed up and half-eaten, its head was missing the whole left-side. How it could still move, Percy had no idea. Its one yellow eye glowed with primitive wrath and hate. The rest of its body, clad only in a few rags, was no improvement. Percy stared, morbidly fascinated, at the infestation of maggots in the corpse.

Percy made a split-second decision as it attacked him. That decision? To live. He barely hesitated to swing the bat at what was left of the face. The bat smashed into it with a merciless thunk, and Percy was sprayed with fresh blood. He pushed past the dead...thing, and made sure his mom was following before running on, still fleeing from the ones behind them.

All the while, Percy focused on his one ray of hope. If only he could get there. He remembered the last transmission he ever heard from any t.v. or radio, a full five months ago, as clearly as if it were yesterday. That one message was all he needed to try and live. Those words of his dad on the radio.

"The country is in trouble! All those who are left, please make your way here! The city is safe and secure! If you are still alive, please, come to New York!"

Please R&R! and chapter two is underway...