This is my first fic.

This fic contains the all the characters from the movie and mainly my two OC's: Saint and Cha-Cha

R&R please!

Saint's P.O.V

Some large town in Iowa

"My feet are killing me," muttered Sasha. I looked down at her.

Sasha was about 5 foot tall 14 years old, with shoulder-length curly blonde hair. Her white t-shirt and blue jeans were lightly splattered in blood.

"Don't worry, Cha-Cha," I said, using the nick-name I gave her when she was five. "We're almost to the car."

Making it back to the car was probably the only chance we had of surviving right now. The car was packed with weapons, food, water, and the rest of our team who were sent to gather supplies; while the only weapons we had with us was my shotgun, two pistols with limited ammo, and the baseball bat I gave to Sasha.

We had gotten separated from our team when a huge group of zombies surprise attacked us while we were raiding a convenience store.

All I am hoping for right now is that the team and the car is in the same place that we left them.

I sighed and ran my hand through my long black hair, and winced. I lifted up the collar of my leather jacket and saw blood seeping down my shirt.

A damn zombie had thrown me into a pile of crates and a corner of one had put a nice size gash in my left shoulder.

The blood loss was making me slightly light headed and I was regretting the decision to wear my heavy-duty, knee high boots. They were good for kicking in the skulls of the undead, but they sucked when you had to walk or run for miles.

We had just walked around a corner when we heard inhuman snarling from behind us; and a lot of it.

I turned around to see about 35 zombies running toward us.

"Oh, UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!" I yelled as we started running away from them.

Getting attacked by zombies twice in the daylight was bad luck but highly possible; but getting attacked twice in FIVE hours, in the DAYLIGHT, now someone's just screwing with you; especially since these zombies are wicked fast. Luckily, they're dumb.

I half turned, cocked my shotgun, and shot the nearest zombie in the face.

"HEADSHOT!" Sasha yelled as I continued to run. I couldn't help but smile…until the growling and snarling got louder.

I stopped again and pulled the trigger on the nearest zombie.

My heart nearly stopped when all I heard was a soft 'click'.

"SHIT. No, no, no, no! Sasha, RUN!" I yelled back.

I looked up to see them closing in. I quickly flipped the shotgun over, taking a hold of the barrel, and swung at the nearest zombie. Satisfied after hearing the audible crunch of his skull breaking, I turned back around and ran.

"DAMN IT, SASHA!" I yelled. She was standing about 15 feet behind me, baseball bat ready.

"I thought I told you to run," I said, grabbing her hand, half leading, half dragging her with me.

"I am NOT going to let you fight these bastards alone!" she growled as we ran around the side of a building onto another street.

We ran between a couple parked cars, and headed into the street.

"I'm the leader! You're supposed to listen to me!" I pulled out one of my pistols, "It's the rules!"

She scoffed as I unloaded a full cartridge into the heads of several zombies, "Isn't it you who said, 'screw the rules! I'm having too much fun, and you can't stop me'?"

I pressed my lips together and reloaded my gun, "This is not the time to argue."

"Oh, I get it," she said. I could see her folding her arms over her chest as I unloaded more rounds, "Do as I say, not as I do, right?"

I turned around and glared at her, "This is not th-" was all I got out before I saw her eyes flicker behind me and then she let out a blood curdling scream as a zombie tackled me face-first into the ground and partially into Sasha.

I grunted as my head hit the pavement, and there was an explosion of pain in my head.

I could feel the zombie turn me over onto my back, slashing at my leather jacket, trying to get to my neck.

I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything, and everything was all blurry.

I could hear Sasha screaming, but it sounded distant and muffled.

Suddenly I heard an odd screeching sound and then a bunch of popping noises.

Then I could hear voices, three or four people maybe.

"Ohio, check her, make sure she hasn't been bitten. We'll take care of the rest of these ugly mother fucking bastards!" the voice sounded strong and cocky.

I heard more popping in the background

I could feel someone push aside my jacket, and lightly touch the gash in my shoulder. I heard someone take in a deep breath.

Soon the popping slowed down, and then stopped

I groaned as more pain exploded in my head, "Ch…Cha-Cha?"

"I'm here," she said, she still sounded distant.

"She's got a couple scratches," I could hear a different voice say. It sounded a lot weaker and more hesitant than the first voice, "but she should be okay."

"Okay," it was the first voices again, "let's get her and the other one in the car and head to the house."

The last thing I remember was strong hands moving under my back to pick me up, then another explosion of pain in my head, and then darkness.