I found this comic on Youtube of Zombiestuck and it inspired this story. I've grown really attached to Homestuck, if you haven't read it then you should. As for my 07 Ghost story, I'm not sure how I want to end it quite yet so it's on pause until I do. So I started this one. Hope you enjoy it! This chapters shorter because it's just an intro of course, they'll get long.

And if there's any certain pair you want to see a little of then let me know and I'll do what I can :)


Weeks. This has been going on for fucking weeks. Why won't they just disappear? What sins did they do that was so bad to cause this mess? Being caught in a murder, being shot, drown, stabbed, any of it was better. Getting caught by these things would be on a whole new level of dread. Their fingernails tearing your skin to shreds while their dull teeth devoured it. It fucking hurts, and takes forever. That's why you always save a bullet for at least yourself, or else you're really screwed.

Karkat sat on the balcony of the apartment complex they took temporary shelter in. It was starting to rain, and rain makes things more dangerous. Luckily the balcony above blocked the drops of liquid from reaching him. He stares down at the disaster, the corpses shuffling slowly, the rain not bothering them at all. His eyes moved up and examined the building across the way. Windows stained with streaks of blood or broken, the first few bottom floors charred from a fire. It looked horrible. His thoughts were interrupted as his stomach roared for food. He gripped it tightly.

Before this happened he wasn't much of an eater. So he passed his food on to someone in the group who needed it more, but he must've done it one too many times. It was starting to hurt. He groaned in annoyance and lean back against the rail of the balcony, letting his messy black hair fall over his eyes. He heard the door to the balcony and watched red and white chucks step out.

"What do you want Strider?" Karkat asked, snapping a little since his hunger pains were making him prissy.

"I brought something for you," Dave responds and positions himself next to the shorter male. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a granola bar. Holy shit a granola bar!

"Where did you get that?!" Karkat looked up the blonde male in astonishment. How would someone like Dave Strider find something good like a goddamn granola bar! Well that was Dave, always pulling some magical 'cool dude' shit, but it pays off quite often.

"Just take it Karkles, you've passed up food the past three times. You'll die of starvation and I'd be upset." Dave stated, shoving the bar towards Karkat. Karkat stared at it and then at Dave. Ever since the outbreak, the two have stuck together no matter what. Even if in a group, they've always looked out for each other first. But Karkat has noticed That Dave is much more useful than himself, considering his fighting skills. So Karkat always gave his food to Dave, saying he needed the energy. Guess Dave's not so blind. He always looked after Karkat, and that's what made him love Dave so much. But love is dangerous in this new world, you lose everything you love. That's why he won't tell, he doesn't want to lose his Strider.

Karkat sighed and took the bar and opened it slowly. These were never his favorite, but at this point they were fucking magical. "Thanks." He muttered and took a bite. He instantly felt better and leaned his head back.

"Do you think this will ever get better?" Dave asked, his eyes shifting to Karkat. But the shorter male couldn't see his eyes due to the glasses. He used that as a chance to always stare at the other, to admire him in every way.

"God only knows Dave. And I'm always the one to question shit, let's not switch rolls. I don't think I'd be very good with a sword." Karkat answered, earning a little laugh from Dave.

"No, you'd suck." Dave retorted, earning a playful elbow in is side. He laughed more and wrapped an arm around Karkat's shoulders and laid his head on the others. "But don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

"I know."

The door slammed open and the 'leader' of the newest group they found stepped out. She wasn't really a leader, more like a tyrant, but you're always better in numbers. Her name was Vriska. Hate to admit it but she could be pretty badass, and she was always quick to act. She may not have a big heart but she's good at survival, that's why she's the leader.

"What are you two doing out here?" She questioned.

"Just enjoying the view," Dave answered, moving his arm in a sweeping motion. "Today's forecast has a chance of wet flesh mixed with smoke and rotting bodies." Karkat couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Not funny Strider. I expect you to take me seriously if you want to stay with u-" She began to rant but was cut off by a scream. They all looked inside to see the door burst open and the walking dead flooding in. They must have followed the scent of the injured. Dave and Karkat got to their feet.

"Karkat think of something quick!" Dave yelled and shut the balcony door shut, keeping it closed with Vriskas help. This is what Karkat does. Dave gives him time to find a plan, he's always been really smart, but he needs time for it. He scanned his surroundings. They were on the 3rd floor, still too high to jump. He heard the rattling of the door and glanced over. "Focus Karkat, I'm fine just do your thing!"

Karkat nodded and looked over the balcony then above. The other floor balconies weren't very far away from the one they were on. Maybe four feet give or take a little. "I think we can climb down to the other balconies." He spoke and hesitantly swung one leg over the railing, now straddling it. He hated doing this stuff. With a quick movement he swung his leg over, now on the outside and gripping it for dear life, his knuckles turning white. Dave watched with worry, what if he slips and falls? Karkat inhaled and slowly descended towards the lower balcony, hanging by just his hands. His feet flailed in the air but eventually made contact with the railing. He glanced through the door; it looked pretty empty. "Come on down guys!"

Dave nodded his head, telling Vriska to go. She jumped at the opportunity and quickly followed Karkat's directions and made it to the lower balcony. Dave grabbed the chair to block the door for a few extra seconds and hurried to the edge, climbing over. Suddenly the door burst open. All Dave could do was let go or they'd get him. Would Karkat hate him for dying? Dave released the rail and jumped off. He'd rather have Karkat remember him as human than as one of those things. He closed his eyes, ready to meet the ground, but it never came. He opened his eyes. He was hanging in the air. He started flailing, in fear one of the monsters had caught him.

"Quit you dumbass! You'll make me drop you!" Yelled Karkat, Dave looked up to see Karkat gripping his arm, half way over the railing wit Vriska holding his legs. A smile curled onto Dave's lips, of course Karkat saved him, again. The two hoisted him up and collapsed when he was save. "Jesus let's not do a trust fall like that again!" Karkat snapped, catching his breath. Dave couldn't help but smile.

"You're both crazy ass idiots!" Vriska snapped.

"Well if it wasn't for Karkat we'd all be zombie food so I suggest you shut your trap." Dave responded calmly as he rises to his feet and brushes himself off. "Well what's our next step Karkles?"

Karkat sighs at the nickname but puts it aside and stands. "Well we're on the second floor now. Even if we climbed down to the first, we'd still be too high to jump. The street is pretty bare now so if we quietly went through the building, we should be able to get out."

"Should be able to get out? The buildings filled with them now!" Vriska cut in.

"But they're all shuffling to the third floor. It's an all you can eat buffet right now. That's why the street is so empty. This is our chance Vriska." Karkat explained, keeping his voice low as he pries the balcony door open. As he creeps in silently he about gags; a pungent scent fills his nostrils and he plugs his nose. Dave stands back watching from the balcony. Karkat's a lot lighter so he's more quite, so he's usually the scout ahead as long as Dave is close behind. Karkat glances around and spots a corpse in the hallway, or part of a corpse. The skeleton lies there barely holding its shape. Flesh hanging off the bones now discolored from so much exposure and dropping off as it gets loose. An eyeball on the ground next to skeleton facing Karkat's direction. "Ew…" He mumbled and crept over to the door and presses his ear against the door, listening for anything. Not a sound came from the hall. He waves his hand at Dave, motioning for him to follow.

"Let's go Vriska. Please stay quiet." Dave said and followed in Karkat's footsteps and plugs his nose as the smell hits him. He spots the skeleton and gags a little. He hears Vriska coughing and gagging and hurries over to Karkat. Karkat looks back at him and grips the doorknob. Dave nods as he reaches down and takes Karkat's hand and smiles. Karkat's cheeks turn a light shade of red and he turns back to the door and pushes it open slowly. He scans the hall from end to end; nothing in sight.

"The stairs are to the right side of the hall." Vriska whispers, staying close behind Dave.

Karkat leads the trio down the hall at a slow pace, trying his best not to creak the boards at his feet. As they approach the staircase, Vriska stumbles over a board sticking up and falls into a luggage cart, tipping it over. The metal clangs against the floor with a loud ringing that seemed to echo forever. The sound went silent and the group stood there watching the hallway. As if someone pressed play on a movie, the hall came to life as zombies flooded out of the rooms and charged them.

"Run!" Dave yelled and gripped Karkat's hand tighter so he wouldn't lose it as he ran. They sprinted down the stairs, the zombies hot on their tail. They reached the first floor and battered a few lingering zombies out of their path. The door was in sight, just a little further!

They burst through the doors and onto the street. Panting, sweaty, and exhausted, but they couldn't rest quite yet. They jogged down the street to escape the herd. Dave and Karkat's hands still laced together, Vriska trailing right behind them. Hopefully they'd find others, maybe some food and a place to rest. at least somewhere safe before dark.


It's summer so I can write more so I'll hopefully have the next chapter up! Rate and review, Love you guys! :)