Authors Note: New story 3 I'm sorry that I ended I Miss You Already, but it was one of my sloppier pieces of work. So, a zombie story! YAY! So, yeah. This is a sort of describing chapter. Love you all read and review. Xoxo – tehstorytellarh

Third Person POV

It was the darkest day the earth had known. All of those... things. Everywhere. There was no escape. Sounds draw them closer. The smell of flesh lures them. You can't escape. There's no hope left. A small group wanders the land around them, looking for living survivors. They had absolutely no hope for finding anyone else. The leader, presumably the girl with the dark braid, speaks up.

'There's nothing here but rubble. We've found our weapons. This place has provided us this at the least. There's nothing more left for us. We have to keep moving.' They all had a weapon, one had an axe, two with tridents, two with bow and arrow, and another two with knives and spears. What this school, or used-to-be school, used to teach, but it must have been brutal. Just as the two with tridents turn to walk away, a faint moan was heard. All heads turned toward the noise, as did all weapons.

The man with a spear walked towards the noise, pushing his 'partner' behind him for safety. He tentatively walked, being careful to not make any noise.

His partner said to him,

'Cato, there's nothing here, it was probably just a walker. Can we leave this site now?' She pleaded. As she said this, an arm came out of the rubble just inched away from where Cato was standing.

'What the fuck is that?' He exclaimed, stepping back towards his group. Another non-mauled arm sprang out, and all weapons pointed towards the hole where they were. It seemed as though it was... pulling itself up.

The girl and boy with dark brown hair and grey eyes eyed the hole wearily.

And, they all watched as a boy, with vibrant blue eyes and golden blonde hair pulled himself out and said,

'Is that... you guys? Annie, Finnick, Cato, Clove, Gale and Katniss?'

The girl with the braid nodded and slowly, hesitantly, dropped her weapon, and held out a hand.

The man, with grey eyes and dark brown hair, said,

'What are you doing Katniss? He could be infected.' He whispered angrily.

'No-one gets left behind.' She responded, using the man with the tridents' help to pull him out.

'Not even an infected. We can amputate whatever may be infected.'

He nodded, his face pale. For this was, and still is, his high-school crush.

Authors Note: LIKE IT? Hate it? REVIEW IT! So, this was my first attempt at third-person, but yeah. Tell me if you like it and I may continue it. Xoxo - tehstorytellarh