Warning: Since this is a 28 Days Later re-write, please do expect blood and gore, though I'll try my best to limit it. Please don't read if you are offended by gore and the occasional yaoi themes.

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-28 Days Later-

Oliver opened his eyes slowly. His vision was blurry at first, but he was soon able to see clearly. He was laying in a bed, staring up at a ceiling. A ceiling he didn't recognize…

He slowly sat up in the bed, looking around the small room that was more like a prison cell. The bed was the only object in the room, apart from Oliver's outfit, which was folded up neatly and placed next to the bed.

Oliver stood up, grabbing his outfit and quickly changing into it. He opened the door, stepping into a large lobby-like area. There was an "L" shaped couch, opposite of a large, flat screen t.v. Papers were scattered all over the floor, as if whoever left had left in a hurry. But why?

Oliver made his way to the door on the opposite side of the room, stepping over any mess that was in his path. When he got to the door, there was a note taped to it, dedicated to him.

"To our Dearest Oliver,

If you're reading this, then it means they weren't able to get in. Which is good! We don't know what we'd do if our little Oliver got bit! Anyways, sorry we left you there. You've been in a coma and you would've slowed us down. Anyways, be good. Have fun. Don't get bit! Try to find us!

Love,

Kyle and Jeremy Grim :)"

Oliver read this over and over again, trying to make sense of it. After the third time, he crumpled it up. What did they mean about getting bit? And how long was he in that coma?

What was worse was that they wanted him to try and find them. Why would he go looking for the people that put him in a coma? If anything, he would go home. He sighed as he unlocked the door, pulled it open and left.

Oliver walked through the streets of Gotham. They were empty… The streets of Gotham were completely empty… But, the streets of Gotham were never empty… Cars were left abandon on the side of the street. Store windows were broken, the shelves emptied of the goods they once held. A police siren could be heard from a distance, but that car had been abandon as well.

Oliver continued walking, looking around for any sign of life. And then he saw it. The figure of a young female kneeling over something and making a grotesque growling noise.

"Ma'am?" Oliver hesitated on taking another step towards her. Her head snapped around, looking at Oliver. "D- Do you n- need help?" This just seemed too creepy.

The female stood up, a street-light now revealing her body. Her mouth was covered with blood, which continued to drip down onto her shirt, which was also stained with the red substance. Her leg was clearly broken; the bone poking out of the skin. She began limping towards him, growling and snarling at him.

"Ma'am, you need help," Despite these words, Oliver backed up. He wanted to help, but this was just too weird.

The female continued forward, gaining speed slowly. Suddenly, Oliver heard another growling noise to the left of him. He snapped his head to the side to see the source of the noise. A male, with the same bloodied appearance as the girl, was running towards him.

Oliver quickly turned around, running down an alley way. The male was right behind him.

Oliver looked behind him to see if he was still being chased. Not only was the male still pursuing him, but two others had joined in, through they were further back than the lead male.

What were these people? Were they a new gang that had taken over Gotham in the time period that Oliver had been unconscious? Or were they just a couple of loons that had escaped from Arkham somehow? Whatever they were, Oliver had to get away.

"Hey!"

Olive looked back in front of him, just in time to see a brunette male with a baseball bat, beginning to swing. Oliver ducked quickly, the bat going over Oliver's head and colliding with the lead male's face, knocking the male to the ground. The brunette then raised the bat over his head, bringing it down onto the male's head multiple times, blood splattering out all over the street.

Oliver watched in horror as this happened. The two others who were pursuing Oliver were now running towards the brunette. A shot rang out from behind Oliver, the bullet catching one of the pursuers in the eye, causing him to collapse immediately.

The male who had shot down the pursuer now stepped in front of Oliver, shooting the other one several times in the skull.

The shooter turned, looking at Oliver. He had brilliant yellow eyes that seemed to outshine the night and silver hair that seemed to never end. He was, for lack of a better word, beautiful.

The brunette with the bat turned, staring down Oliver. He had brown eyes and was obviously more brawn than brain.

The shooter aimed the gun at Oliver.

"Did you get bitten?" The silver haired boy took a step forward, keeping the hand gun steady.

"N- No…" Oliver was frozen on the spot. Those people… They killed them.

The shooter lowered the gun. "I'm Skylar. That's Gavin." He extended his hand, signaling for a handshake. "And you are?"

"U- Uh…" Oliver was reluctant of offering his hand to Skylar. However, he did shake his hand. "I'm Oliver."

Without warning, Skylar tugged on Oliver's arm, now taking off with Oliver in tow. "Sorry, but you're coming with us. It's not safe out here."

"Che," Gavin, who had followed, laughed, "Like it was ever safe in Gotham?"

Skylar smirked, "It was safer when zombies weren't trying to eat us."

Oliver gasped, "Zombies?!"

"So," Skylar said as he opened the door to the darkened room, "You obviously don't know what happened… Do you?"

"No," Oliver replied, "I was in a coma…" He sort of ashamed to say it.

Skylar flicked on a light, giving a small chuckle. "How'd you survive?" Without waiting for an answer, he pointed to a chair, ordering Oliver to sit.

Oliver nodded, taking a seat in the chair. He felt as if he was being interrogated. It was a room similar to an interrogation room. But, it was just the security office in the subway system of Gotham City. There wasn't much to it except for a small table with four chairs, a couch for resting, and two vending machines.

"By the way," Oliver said, "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Please, there's no need for formalities," Skylar stated as he walked to one of the vending machines, "You want a water or something?"

Oliver shook his head, "No thanks."

Skylar didn't say anything more as he removed two waters, tossing one to Gavin who managed to catch it without much trouble. Skylar sat on the couch in the room while Gavin remained near the door, almost as if he was guarding it.

Skylar took a sip of his water, sighing when he was finished. "So…" He was obviously nervous. "How long were you in a coma? Today's January 13th."

Oliver did the math. "About a month," Wow. A month without Oliver and the world was now over run by zombies. "So… How did all this happen?" Oliver questioned.

"Well," Skylar began, "It all started about a week ago… No one really knows where it started. Or how. I suspect ol' Harvey Dent has something to do with it, but there's no way of knowing for sure. It's a virus of some sort. I'm sure of that. What it does, it just takes over you brain. It fills you with this uncontrollable rage."

"Did anyone else survive?" Oliver asked abruptly. He was worried about his family.

"Did anyone else come to save you?" Skylar responded, though he was immediately sorry when he saw Oliver looking at the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Well, I don't think so, anyways. There's still hope."

Oliver shook his head. He doubted that his family had survived… But he needed to know…

"How often do you guys go out?" Oliver asked.

"Che," Gavin now spoke up, "Unless we need supplies or we're moving bases, never."

"Can we go check out my old house? I need to know if my parents made it…"

"No. It's too risky," Skylar replied.

"Then I'll go by myself," Oliver stated, standing up. "Thanks for saving me." He started for the door.

Skylar watched as Oliver went for the door. Images of his own family enjoying their life before all of this flashed into his mind. He had no idea what happened to them… He would do anything to know what happened to his family… How could he have said no to Oliver?!

"Wait," Skylar said, "… We'll come with you."

"What?!" Gavin asked, "Are you crazy?! We can't just venture out whenever we feel like it! We just left for supplies!"

"Yes, and we came back with an Oliver." Skylar said, "Not necessarily the supplies I was hoping for."

Gavin shook his head, walking around Oliver and plopping down on the couch.

Skylar chuckled, "We'll leave tomorrow night. Get some rest. You'll need it," He smiled, now motioning towards a group of sleeping bags bundled up in the corner. "Take your pick."

"Thanks," Oliver said, smiling towards Skylar. He was starting to like this guy…