Survival of the Fairies
I know, I know.
I should be working on the 3 fan fics I already have going.
I couldn't resist.
I'm sorry.
Silence. The atmosphere was eerily still and she couldn't see anyone anywhere.
There were cars abandoned all over the road and she saw blood. A lot of it.
Juvia dared not exit the truck. Gajeel had told her to stay put and promised he would be back soon.
That was over 2 hours ago.
She tried not to panic, fiddling with her jacket buttons to take her mind off of her missing friend.
When news got out about the dead coming to life and attacking the living nearly everyone laughed it off.
That's not even humanly possible. Right?
Wrong. It was possible and it did happen.
Now here they were, in the middle of nowhere and one of them was missing.
Juvia peeked through the back window of Gajeel's beloved truck hoping to see him walking towards her.
She saw nothing but an abandoned street littered with blood and vehicles.
She sighed and sunk to the floorboard.
Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes and she tried desperately to blink them back.
She and Gajeel had been friends since high school.
They had shared a foster home until they turned 18.
As soon as they were legal, they bailed together.
They both got jobs and had stayed wherever they could, bouncing from place to place.
They never did have a steady home.
Earlier that morning Gajeel had come to Juvia's work and dragged her out, throwing her into his truck before her shift had even ended.
She couldn't believe what she saw as they drove out of town.
Hordes of shambling, sickly looking people. They were walking in large groups and looked like they were in a trance.
She had never seen so much blood in her life.
As they drove away from Oak Town, Juvia wondered what was going on.
Gajeel explained to her on the way that what had been reported on the news wasn't a joke. It was real and they were in actual trouble.
They broke down after entering a city called Magnolia.
Juvia would have thought it was a nice town had it not been abandoned and painted red with the blood of it's citizens.
She climbed into the back seat of the truck and grabbed a baseball bat that Gajeel had tossed in before they fled town.
It had nails all through it. She winced at the thought of being hit by such a weapon.
'Brutal...'
She reached for the door handle, hesitating a bit.
She was terrified of two things.
Dying by the hands of the dead and dying by the hands of her rather rough friend.
If he indeed survived and found out that she left his precious Metallicana unprotected...
There would be hell to pay.
His truck, Metallicana, was his baby.
Metallicana was a real beast of a truck. It towered over most vehicles and could probably run over a Prius with ease.
It was black and had metal detailing. He even added a battering ram on the front just last month.
He had believed the news and she just laughed it off.
Now she was wishing she hadn't.
She took a deep breath and opened the door.
The crisp autumn air hit her face and her heart began to race.
She gently shut the door and began walking towards the gas station he had gone to.
As she traveled down the creepy, abandoned road she kept her bat cocked back over her shoulder, ready to swing.
When she arrived at the gas station, she found a metal stud in a small pool of blood.
Her free hand flew to her mouth and the bat dropped to her side.
She knew that couldn't be a good sign.
She cocked her bat back once more and began to search the cars in the lot.
She found some supplies, but no Gajeel.
In one of the cars she had found a kids backpack. It was pink with little red hearts.
It was splattered with blood and the sight made her heart ache and stomach lurch.
As disturbing as it was, the backpack would be handy.
She grabbed it and began loading it with whatever supplies she could find that would be useful.
Lighters, water bottles, a flashlight, a pistol and some ammo, a Swiss army knife, she even scored a candy bar.
She zipped up the pack and slung it onto her back, readying her bat once more.
She walked to the door of the gas station and pulled it open.
She heard no movement inside, but still remained cautious.
She slowly and quietly rounded the isles, checking for any living dead or Gajeel.
The building appeared to be clear.
She was tempted to check the restrooms, but based on every horror movie she had ever seen, she decided not to press her luck.
She opened her pack and began tossing in some snacks, drinks and tampons.
She re-zipped her pack and mounted it back onto her back.
With her bat, she pushed open the bathroom door.
She didn't want to, but she had to be sure Gajeel wasn't incapacitated in there.
She heard no movement and didn't see anything trying to escape, so she pushed the bat farther forward to get a better look.
There was some blood on the floor and in the sink, but that was it.
She pulled the bat back and slung it over her shoulder, releasing an annoyed huff.
She had passed the panic and cry stage and was now moving on to the get pissed stage.
She strolled out of the gas station and began walking back to Metallicana.
It was her home after all.
All of Gajeel's money went into that damn truck.
Juvia's money kept them fed.
Gajeel never did get insurance for the truck. They couldn't afford it.
One good thing about the world going to shit... No laws.
However, this was also a bad thing. It was a very bad thing.
Juvia had slept alone in the truck that night.
Gajeel never returned and she reverted back to her panic stage.
She hardly slept at all.
She was too scared. Between keeping an eye out for Gajeel and worrying about being ripped to shreds and eaten alive, she had no patience or will to sleep.
When the sun rose in the sky, she couldn't see the light too well, but she did see the sun.
Gajeel had blacked out his windows a few months back.
She sat up and grabbed her pack and bat.
Time for another search.
She peeked out the window to see if there were any corpses out and about.
She saw none.
She was feeling pretty lucky.
Her hand reached for the door handle and she counted to three.
'One... Two... Three.'
The door swung open and she hopped down.
She closed the door quietly and began walking back to the gas station.
Nothing appeared to be out of place from her visit yesterday.
She raised her bat and entered the building.
It was still quiet and she saw no movement.
Her shoulders slumped and she let the bat hang leisurely over her shoulder.
She passed the hygiene/ medicine section as she was leaving and thanked her lucky stars that she had come back.
She had forgotten some pretty important supplies.
She opened her pack and began loading it with band-aids, neosporin, rubbing alcohol, gauze, ace bandages, pain killers, cold and flu medicine, and a few hygiene products.
Satisfied, she closed it up and flung it onto her back. She dragged her bat behind her as she exited the station.
When she approached Metallicana she saw a hooded figure rummaging in the front seat.
She raised her bat high in the air and spoke in as threatening a tone as she could muster.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to touch what isn't yours?"
The figure snapped around and locked eyes with hers.
He wasn't dead. That was for sure.
His dark, Spiky hair poked out from under the hood and his intense grey-blue eyes stared into her navy eyes with unwavering confidence.
He made no move to harm her, so she didn't feel right just swinging at the poor guy.
"Who are you? What do you need?" She asked calmly, lowering her bat to rest on her shoulder.
He eyed the bat and then moved his eyes back to her. He knew she had never used that bat to harm anyone.
It was too clean. He smirked at her. This made her insides twist. She gripped the bat tighter.
"Just looking for supplies." His voice was strong, yet smooth. Like good coffee.
"Gas station." She pointed her bat down the road from where she came.
He saw that she was a bit scared. He decided to play nice for now.
He didn't want to risk being her bat's first victim.
"Right. Sorry. I thought this truck was abandoned. It looked promising." He said honestly.
She nodded and nudged him away from the truck with her bat.
"Juvia gets it. She raided some cars too. However, this one is hers."
He chuckled quietly to himself. He had never met someone who spoke in third person before. It was kind of cute.
She wasn't bad looking herself. If he was being honest, she was actually pretty damn beautiful.
With her long, wavy blue hair and cat like navy eyes, her creamy alabaster skin and those long model worthy legs.
She was certainly a dime.
Juvia felt him staring her down with an odd look on his face and it made her uncomfortable.
She pointed the bat to his face and glared with deadly intent. "What?"
He shook his head and raised his hands defensively. "Nothing. You are just very unique."
He was smiling and it made her heart flip flop. She quickly shook away the feeling and retracted her bat.
"Thanks... Juvia thinks. What can Juvia call you?"
He shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Juvia can call me Gray."
Before she could say anything back, she saw something come around the truck behind Gray. He never took his eyes off of her and she knew he had no idea.
Without any hesitation, she raised her bat high into the air and lunged forward.
Gray's eyes widened and he hit the ground to avoid her powerful swing.
He heart a loud crack of the bat and a thud.
When he turned around, he saw Juvia with her foot pressed into the chest of a lifeless corpse, tugging her spiked bat out of the dead's unrecognizable face.
Her face and chest were covered in blood splatter, like as if it had just rained blood.
She wiped her face with her free hand and turned to him. "Gray-Sama is welcome."
He slowly nodded and stood to his feet. "Thanks..."
He decided not to ask about the honorific. Maybe it was just her thing.
The blunette bent down and searched the corpse. Nothing.
She frowned and stood to her feet.
"So... Are you all by yourself out here?" He asked curiously. It would be easier if she were.
She looked over her shoulder to see him. "Well, Juvia wasn't. Gajeel-Kun still hasn't come back. He left yesterday. Juvia has a bad feeling."
He smiled deviously behind her.
Now was his chance.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black pillow case.
He quickly shoved it over her head and put her in a choke hold until she passed out.
Once her body was limp, he threw her over his shoulder. He grabbed her bat and set off for his destination.
He arrived a while later in front of a large building.
This was home.
He walked through the large double doors and carried her down to the basement where he lay her on a cot in a cell.
As he lay her down a short old man with a large mustache entered the cell behind him.
"New recruit?" He asked with a knowing smile.
Gray looked over his shoulder at the tiny old man with a smug grin of his own.
"Sure is."
He knelt down beside her and wiped a strand of bloodied hair from her face.
"Welcome to Fairy Tail, Juvia."
*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Soooo... What do y'all think? I love the idea so much, but I am such a simple writer. I need to up my vocabulary. I really do. Anyways, I hope you
guys like this! I really cannot wait to write the next chapter. Totally walking dead inspired but not based. Thanks for reading! Feedback is important, dammit! Review this
shit. Even if you hate it. Let me knowwwww.