Ash and dust lay scattered across the city of Chicago. Buildings were crumbled down to the ground, it wasn't even a city anymore. It was a hell hole. A hell hole that the 10 of them had managed to survive... So far.
It had been 2 months since it started, somehow they were still there. Exactly 2 months since the day the city fell. July 4th exactly when it had started. The city over filled with festivities, no one had noticed when the first few came.
It was too late. Before they could get contained, they were everywhere. Zombies left and right. 2 months they had survived. According to Nick, there had been a wall built around the city and surrounding areas. It had only been the one part that was contaminated. Each time a group of military officials got in to help, they'd get eaten or bitten. The best the government could do was to supply the inhabitants with supplies and work on getting them out so thy could let the zombies eventually die out.
2 months had passed. It was September 4th, silence engulfed the Team's safe room. 10 of them remained, Lauren, Joe, Darren, Julia, Brian, Britney, Meredith, Nick, Jaime, and Joey. The silence was a normal thing. But today, it was too much for Meredith to take.
"Well someone say something! We can't just sit here moping around!" She finally yelled standing up. The whole room turned and looked at her.
"Meredith, shut up!" Joey said not daring to raise his voice too loud. "It's still dark out, they could still be out there."
Meredith rolled her eyes, "Oh come on, we're safe in here. I know what the silence is really about, and none of you seem to care much about what just happened."
"Not care?" Lauren turned and stood up to face Meredith. "Not care?" She repeated. "How the hell could you think we not care. She wasn't just your friend Meredith she was all our friend. She's gone now and there's nothing you can do about it. There's nothing any of us can do about it! The only thing we can do is survive as best we could. Denise... Denise did the best she could. It's not her fault she was eaten! And I'm sorry that some of us can't get over that as fast as you and want to continue on. Besides, Joey is right. We're not exactly all safe in here. They can still get in! Remember when we lost Dylan, AJ and Devin? The zombies got in our place there. Nowhere is safe, Meredith."
The anger rose in Meredith and she didn't even bother trying to hide her tears. She was about to spit back when Jaime interrupted first, "Don't you dare say anything else Meredith." Jaime knew whatever Meredith was going to say wasn't going to be pretty. "We all just need to calm down. Fighting is not going o help, we just need to stick together until someone comes for us."
Meredith was about to say something again when she felt someone grab her hand. She looked down and saw Brian looking up at her weakly, "Please Mere, just drop it," he said and pulled her back down.
Meredith nodded and went silently. Leave it to Brian to calm her down. He was the only thing keeping her alive anymore. He was her anchor. Meredith rested her head upon his shoulder and began to cry. Brian held her close stroking her hair, as long as she was there he knew that everything was going to be fine.
The quiet cries were the only thing besides the silence. The silence was soon broken when Joe Walker had walked in to the room. "It's light out again," he said and dropped the shovel and a bag he carried.
"What about Denise?" Britney asked from the other side of the room.
"What's left of her, is buried." Joe said wiping his brow. "I found food too," he said and kicked the backpack towards the group.
There was a mad dash for the sack, and Nick got ahold of it first as examined the contents. "A bag of cereal, two potatoes, and a bag of baby carrots." He said throwing them out. The Team each tool turns eating the cereal and kept the potatoes and carrots in a separate pile of food to save.
"I also found more ammo," Joe said and pulled out a box from his pocket and sliding it towards Britney who they placed in charge of the weapons. She was the only one before who had used a gun many before... Well that was before they had lost Devin and Brosenthal.
In the two months the whole group had become more skilled with weapons. They had met fellow survivors who had showed them how to use the weapons, and Starkid was ready to go fight zombies. They got their hands on as many guns as they could find, but also had a chainsaw, many crowbars, an axe and two sledge hammers.
They usually had a plan of attack. The females would shoot the zombies down, while typically the males would smash the skull. They tried to stay in their safe house as much as possible. Only found out for supplies, or of they were all changing buildings. Changing buildings was another thing they found helped them out. Stay there for a week and a half before moving. It normally took two days to move all their stuff depending upon how far the nearest place was. Thankfully, there had been enough places for them to move. Tomorrow was when they'd move again. In the wary afternoon was usually the best bet.
Though the two months they found out that the zombies almost preferred the night. There was still many out in the day, but not as much as night and they were much easier to handle. It made things easier for the Starkids as well, trying to see in the dark was not a strong suit for any of them.
Jaime sat back and slowly ate her handful of cereal wondering when that fateful day would come and they would be saved. Hopefully tomorrow when they went on the move would be good. She wasn't sure how many survivors were left in general, she hasn't seen anyone in days. She just hoped the zombies out soon die out from lack of food... She crossed her fingers however it wouldn't be them first. She clutched the shotgun near her and held it close everything was going to be just fine in the end. She just had to keep telling herself that. Looking up she met eyes with Joey who was looking at her with concern. 'You okay?' He mouthed at her. Jaime just gave a nod in response. She could feel something wasn't right, but didn't not want to think about it.
A/N: don't listen to radioactive on a car ride on repeat or else you will write a zombie apocalypse AU. Also i really dont know a lot about zombies so Please please please please tell me what you think I'm making a lot of stuff up!