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Not really much M rated in the first chapter but I do swear it's coming! :)

I will be updating this. I already started chapter two. I don't know how long it will be.

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"ZOEY!," I heard a man yell to my right. I turned to look at the unfamiliar man. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw as he fired the shotgun that was placed securely in his hands. I looked ahead of us and saw what he was shooting at. Hundreds of people running towards us; their body ripped and torn, their faces ravage. "SHOOT THE DAMN THINGS ZOEY!" The man yelled again and I looked to see my hands clutching two pistols. I looked back up at the people.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled under my breath. I pulled the triggers and the recoil nearly sent me to my knees. I opened my eyes but kept shooting, people were falling and blood was splattering. My stomach lurched at the sight. Sure i watched a lot, I mean a lot of horror movies, but this was so vivid and real. I almost couldn't stomach it.

Then, suddenly, pain, unbearable pain as I fell to the concrete ground. I looked up and a hooded person was laying on top of me. His yellow teeth were jagged and crooked and all out terrifying. I let out a scream and tried to push him off but as I attempted he raised his hands; his finger nails grown out and shaped like claws. His hands swiftly moved forward to hit my chest.

No sooner after I felt his claws pierced my skin had been shoved off of me by the man with the shotgun. He shot at the creature and cursed under his breath. "Die you ugly ass faced zombie," he yelled in a gruff manly tone. He turned towards me and offered his biker gloved covered hand. "Are you okay," he spoke as everything quieted down because all of the people were dead. I took his hand and nodded as he lifted me to my feet with no effort at all.

"Francis, Zoey, Come on we got the door open," an old man yelled from beside us. I turned to look at him he waved a oozie and smoked a cigarette.

"Yeah, well all the zombies are gone. No thanks to you old man," Francis yelled back at him. I looked down and noticed that Francis still gripped my hand tightly, as I gripped his too. I looked up at his face, his five o'clock shadow, his lips. My body felt like goo and all I wanted to do was touch... Wait WHAT?! I don't even know who he is! I ripped my hand away and started walking towards the old bearded man. Bill walked into a building expecting us to follow. Wait, how did i know his name was Bill? My thoughts were interrupted when something warm wrapped around my body. I looked down to see arms covered in tattoos and a set of biker gloves, my body lit up.

"What's wrong Zo?," I heard Francis ask as he made me shift my body to face his. His hand touched the bottom of my chin forcing me to look up into his gorgeous muddy brown eyes. I slightly shivered as he caressed my cheek. He leaned his face down closer to mine, his breath warmed my lips as he closed his eyes. "Zo I," he whispered as I closed my eyes as well. "I-"

A loud scream echoed through my ears and my eyes hot open. Francis was no longer there nor was his warmth, instead my body was covered by a fleece blanket. I was quickly out of my bed as I rushed to get dressed, more screams were heard outside of my dorm room.

I slipped on my jeans and my pick jacket. Didn't bother to take my hair out of my pony tail and rammed my feet into my converse. Another blood curdling scream came from down the hall as I opened my door. I ran towards it wondering why no one else was in the hallway. Then I thought of the man in my dream. The one I had never seen in my life. Why was this dream so vivid and life-like. Another scream interrupted my thoughts. I ran down the stairs and into the main hall and saw blood. Everywhere. The irony smell filled my lungs as I looked down at the dead bodies. All the girls who live in my dorm. I turned to the sound of something breaking and a slight sharp gasp. There before on the ground showed my roommate Lily eating our dorm mom Karen.

"Shit," I exhaled as I went and shoved Lily off of Karen. "Karen," I breathed as Lily didn't move. "Karen. Shit. You're bleeding everywhere!" She choked up blood and tried to say something but then her body went limp. I heard a gurgle beside me and realized Lily wasn't Lily anymore. I turned to face her and she lunged at me. I pushed her away and ran out of the dorm. As soon as I walked outside I knew something horrible had happened in Pennsylvania.

"What the hell happened?"