So this is my first story, I'm kinda in love with zombie AU so here you go. This will have the big four plus some other characters from various movies. If there is a character or a ship you'd like to see just ask and I'll be more than happy to find them a cozy little place in this world of death. Please be nice! Comment, review. I'm pretty much just winging it here so yeah haha. ANYWAYS! I'm gonna stop babbling now. On with the story! Sorry this chapter is a little short.
Disclaimer: I do not own the awesome characters of Tangled or Rise of the Guardians!
P.S. This chapter was bothering me so I kinda rebooted it a little bit
Chapter 1: The Tower
He came across a tower, guarded by a starving beast. His armor shone in the sun, holy sword sharp and ready for his heroic battle.
Amongst the remains of a crumbling city one boy walks with a confident stride. His name? Jack Frost. At least that's what he calls himself these days.
Brown windblown hair stuck up at all angles while cool blue eyes took in his surroundings. Gaping holes in the streets, cars scattered everywhere, and trash was more common than leafs. Nature had begun to retake this once proud and glistening city. Buuuut- he didn't really care about looking at a bunch of trees right now. The grumbling in his stomach was getting obnoxiously loud and he had his eye out for any sort of convenience store. Going into a once highly populated area probably wasn't the best idea these days but where else was one supposed to find untouched food supplies and a little adventure to go with? Not that there was much excitement going on right now, the place the dead quiet.
With a huff the young brunette shoved his hands into his hoody pocket, trusty aluminum bat resting on his shoulder, eyes catching at a wonderfully open pebble. With a grin he reeled his foot back, swinging it forward and hitting the little stone at the perfect angle that sent it flying. One point off the tree, two points bouncing from a broke down car, jackpot into the parking lot of a supermarket.
"Score"
A quick scan and some hard listening said it was empty. Grin on his face he took the first step into the dirt riddled tile floors of the dark store.
Aisle by aisle Jack wheeled through on an old shopping cart, laughing as he took sharp turns and flew on two wheels over debris, One hand out to swipe something off the shelves to add to his bounty. There wasn't much, but he'd take what he could get.
One can, two can, three can, four
Lots of food so let's get more.
Bottled water, maybe even a soda or two. With a holler and a whoop he filled his backpack. If he was back with the group he would be scolded and told to be quiet, this was not the place to be childish. They were always work, rules, and regulations. Where's the fun in that? That wasn't his style at all! Just because this was the apocalypse doesn't mean the only thing you can do is sit still and watch the blood on the wall dry. If anything it meant you should try to live it up every day since it may very well be your last!
The clatter of falling piles and a symphony of moans made him freeze, turning to see half a dozen walkers shambling toward him.
Well… maybe they had a point when they said to be quiet. But oh well
Planting a hard foot down, Jack spun the cart toward them. It was a momentary stare down until with a battle cry he raced toward them, putting as much speed as possible before clambering in. He had to time this right, one mess up and he'd be their next meal. They rushed up to meet him, mouths gaping and hand reaching in desperation. He grinned, jumping at the last moment he shifted his weight forward executing a perfect flip before landing on his feet and taking off. Looking back to laugh as they tumbled over like dominoes as he made his great escape into the blinding sun of the parking lot.
His victory was short lived as he skidded to a stop, battered blue converse sliding on the concrete.
Dead heads looked toward him, sniffing the air with low grumbles. There had to be 30 of them. Where did they even come from?
"Shit"
He ran; arms pumping as he rushed to the streets with a horde hot on his tail.
Sharp turns, narrow alleyways, flying over debris and fallen streetlights; Jack was thanking his lucky stars he decided to do track back when there was still high school. But being fast wasn't going to be enough. That much was obvious when he put on more speed, letting loose a very inventive line of curses as a decaying hand came a little too close for comfort.
He had to think, he needed to find a way out. He could do this, he was better than that group of downers.
A puzzle piece shadow stretched across his path, head whipping right he checked the oddly shaped source. Another building, falling apart with some of the floors blasted out leaving a precariously balanced eleven story structure. A Godzilla sized jajanga with no more moves to make.
What a perfect place to hide.
He turned hard, making for the revolving doors with a rusted 'Golden Tower' plated above them. He forced his way through stopping a moment to breathe. The walkers tried to get to him, dead brains unable to process the term one at a time and one way only. Jack couldn't help but laugh at their pathetic moaning as grotesque limbs successfully jammed the entrance. Only a couple made it through and he easily made quick work of them, bat swinging hard and true before he continued his escape through the stairwell. "An exit, I need an exit…" he muttered, pale blues scanning.
There, a beautiful exit sign called to him like an angel's chorus.
Thank you fire laws for emergency exits.
The rusted hand bar released the lock and sunlight streamed through the crack, shining like a beautiful glow of freedom. Jack's joy came to a brief a bitter halt as the metal door went no further. Jammed? No it was still opening. He pushed harder, throwing his weight against it. A loud bang alerted him that at some point some moron placed what smelled to be a dumpster in front of the door. "Damn it!" He yelled, banging against the useless thing.
The place echoed with the crash of metal and glass followed by a symphony of moans, his clever trap had failed him, days of neglect and the elements finally taking their toll. He couldn't get out through the door which left only one choice.
Up
Heart racing, shoes pounding, Jack scaled up the stairs. He made it up a good three flights before the dead poured into the stairwell. He tested very door; some wouldn't open, others revealed even more walkers. His muscles burned, his lungs felt like they were about to explode. Moon save him, he couldn't die like this.
He refused to die like this! There was just so much he wanted to do, things he wanted to see!
The stairs ran out, one door left.
Sending up a quick prayer to whoever was listening he threw it open, his flight halted by a loose end that sent him tumbling across plush cream carpet, somersaulting thrice before coming to a halt against solid wall. He lay in shock for only a moment. Taking in the warm cozy furnishings of what appeared to be a living room. So this was an apartment building. At least it used to be. Who ever lived here sure had a lot of time on their hands. Flowers, animals, dancing figures, and beautiful landscapes came to life in a bright colorful mosaic that covered anything and everything.
The clumsy steps of the dead clambering up the stairs shook him from his reverie as he scrambled to his feet, quickly looking for something to keep that door shut. His hurried mind wasn't quite sure if walkers knew how to open doors other than throw their weight on them, but he really didn't want to take the chance. A tall standing lamp was quickly disassembled, the bar of it slid through the handle and across the doorframe.
He leaned against the wall, forcing himself to take deep breaths. He made it, he survived. "Alone at last" he panted with a relieved grin. Pain shot through his skull and a metal clang echoed through the apartment. Regaining his balanced he placed a cold hand on the rising bump, turning on his attacker "What the fu-" A small eep and a blur of black coming toward his face, he got only the briefest glimpse of gold before the proud and heroic Jack Frost fell into the darkness.