Hay here is the story going along with nothing at all that I promised. Hopefully its as good as my friend thinks it is

Chapter 1: Corpse Party

Angelina had been running ever since she could remember never remaining in one place for too long. The young teen had been alone for so long having watched everyone she loved and cared about change or eat each other. Sometimes she feared she was the only human left. Only a few stragglers or signs left behind kept her hope for humanity was still existent. It would make sense to follow the people she met on the road but usually the groups were small and vulnerable, weren't always the friendliest or were too far gone in the sanity department. Now she was traveling again this time to another place she had heard still had human life. Sometimes she thought she should just end it all with one bullet to the head, fall from a building or just let the dead have their way. Of course all those options were gory and not appealing in the least. Currently Angelina stood on a large building taking in the once grand city before her. Her long black hair blew in the wind her tight black coat surprisingly keeping her warm.

Angelina knew what she was about to do was dangerous but right now she was in what was considered zombie territory. She was so busy searching any sign of life she forgot to make a shelter or safety spot for her to return to when shit hit the fan. Her perch on the airport roof which she used the building's fire escape to reach would only due for so long and her mind had it decided that one of the planes would be a better shelter. Small places were usually ideal seeing her weapon was for close range combat. Close proximity was needed when messing with a chainsaw which she conveniently found in an abandoned department store. Finishing her scoping of the area her light brown eyes landed on a light shining brightly through the window of a nearby plane. When she listened hard enough she swore she could hear faint sounds of music playing from that area. Power and electricity was a good thing in her book. A few different types of emotions washed over her one being dread for what she could possibly find up there and fear that death had claimed her new shelter. It began to rain making Angelina pull up her hood not wanting to catch a cold and began to hop down the building. She used lower ceiling platforms to slow her decent not wanting to risk anything when she's this close to a zombie infested nest. Surprisingly she made it there with no problems and only the almost spotting of a zombie moving to head back inside with the others. Even the undead didn't like the rain as much as humans did, seems like not everything changed. Odd. Sneaking into the plane she was greeted with the familiar sight of only the abandon items belonging to the person she hoped to find were left behind. Dropping into one of the chairs the teen sagged pathetically letting her supplies drop to the ground unceremoniously, only taking care not to jolt her back pack and harm her companion (or cat) napping inside. The last thing she did was shut the door before finding a chair to drift off into sleep unknowing of the lone figure heading towards her resting place