A/N: I can't even begin to say how happy I was to see review and follows on this story, and over a hundred views in a span of one week. Now I know why people get so excited over these things. Shout out to Jacobvella117 for being my first follower. Thank you guys a lot, this means, well…. a lot.

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*dives headfirst out nearby window*

DREI

He could hear them getting closer. Any second now, they would round the corner, and they would be dead.

All he had was a bat in his right hand, and his flashlight in his left. He used the flashlight to illuminate the pitch black hallway, pipes on the walls casting shadows all along the walls, in hopes of finding an exit. But he found none. It was a dead end for him.

The moans grew louder until it was all he could hear. Accepting his fate, he turned to the opening in the empty hallway and prepared to fight, most likely to the death, with him becoming yet another meal to these fuckers. Just like Todd. Just like Amy.

Just like mom.

The shouts and moans grew closer and closer, becoming the only thing he could hear. They were right around the corner. God, let it be quick in the end. He only wished for a quick death, not like Jared's. He could still hear Jared's screams as they tore him apart right in front of him...

But they stopped. All of the screaming, moaning. It just stopped. It was silent for a full minute. Then another. And another.

And then he screamed.

I shot up and screamed like a madman. I brought my hand sup to my face and gripped the sides of my head, still hearing that fucking scream. It was everywhere. They were everywhere, they were gonna rip my guts out, eat my face, just like mom, just like…

NO. It was just a dream. In case you couldn't tell from my oh so manly display, I hate that dream with a fuckin passion. Not just because it was freaky as shit, but because it was also a memory. I could only get that far into the damn thing, and then it would stop there. Then the rest of it would be constant freaking screaming until I managed to wake my ass up. Every time I sleep, some sort of fucked up memory waits for me. All the friends who died. All the people I had to kill. All to survive in some hell hole. I remember that hallway, and then next thing I knew, I woke up in a field with all of my shit, like it never happened. But I knew otherwise.

After I managed to get ahold of myself, I stood up and pulled my glasses out of my pocket and put them on. Polarized, circular, rimless, brown tinted glasses that practically screamed "NERD". I hate them too. Still need them though.

Ah well, the room looked friendly enough at least. A ray of light from the dirty old window lit up the room in a calm, almost surreal atmosphere. (See, I can use big boy words too.) Knowing what waited for me outside, it sure as hell wouldn't last. I had taken my hoodie off last night, so at the moment I was wearing my System of a down shirt (SOAD for the win!) and my brown cargo pants. I realized I was just standing there, so I walked over to one of the benches covered in guns and began to inspect them and see if they all actually work. I had just started to load up a sawed off double barrel when I heard something outside. At first, I thought i was hearing things. Wouldn't be the first time I heard a voice telling me to do shit I didn't want to do. But then I listened closer and I finally recognized the noise.

IT was a plane.

I heard that, and for a couple of seconds I was just like 'What?' I thought 'That's impossible. There hasn't been any planes in five months' then I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door, my new double barrel still in my hand. What I saw made me stop in my tracks right as the door closed behind me,

"What… No b-blood… No zombies… where are the fucking skyscrap-pers?" I muttered to myself. I couldn't take it all in at once, it was just so much to handle. Everything had changed. That, or I was super high.

First, the entire city looked Monu-freaking-mentally different than last night, almost as if I was in an entire different town (A/N: pfft, I wonder why?). But that wasn't what surprised me the most. I heard life. Honest to god life. No moans of hunger, or gunfire in the distance, or people screaming in pain as they were torn limb from limb. Just people going about their day. I had no idea how to react, in all honesty. I just kinda stood there and tried to take it all in as logically as I could. That is, until I was rudely interrupted by someone's voice on the roof with me.

"You okay there?" someone said. I returned the gesture by bringing the sawed off up to their face as I turned to look at them. I saw at the end of my barrel a tall, scraggly blond kid about my age with his eyes wide in shock, probably due to being scared shitless.

"Where am I?" I demanded more than asked him in a no-bullshit tone. In the apocalypse, you always need to be careful near anyone, or else they could take your life in the blink of an eye, something I had learned the hard way. So, holding people at gunpoint has become second nature to me. This kid, however, acted like he barely knew what a gun was.

"W-w-whoa, man. C-calm do-own, Y-you're in V-vale." He stumbled out, visibly shaking.

"Vale? The fuck's a Vale?" I asked him. Seriously, what the hell is 'Vale'? I had never heard of that place before. Apparently, I was out of the loop, 'cause this kid's eyebrows shot up when I said that.

"Vales where you a-are right now. You know, the country? Like Atlas, Vacuo, Mistral?" The blond kid asked. I couldn't even begin to say how much that sounded like bullshit, but…. His eyes showed he was telling the truth. Even if it was weird as all hell. Seeing as how I probably wouldn't get anything else from him, I lowered the gun from his face. When I did that, the kid practically breathed relief.

"Sorry about that, kid." I apologized to him. "You can never be too sure if someone's telling the truth. Know what I mean?"

"Uhhhh…." He looked like he had no idea what to say. "Yeah… Isn't that a bit harsh?"

I shrugged. "Last time I didn't, I nearly got my arm shot off. Hasn't failed me since." I told him honestly. Damn bandits. The kid just paled when I told him that. I just chuckled at him. He'd probably last five minutes in an infected zone. I put my sawed off in a new holster I put on the night before. "Thanks for the info, man. And always remember," I turned away from him to walk back into the safe house. "Don't get bit."

And with that, I walked away, leaving the kid behind with a 'Da fug?' look on his face. However, this news is really, REALLY bad. Somehow I had ended up in ANOTHER. FREAKING. CONTINENT as I slept last night. And from what I've seen so far, No zombies. It's possible that these guys may not have even SEEN a freaking zombie. How? I mean, what in the actual fuck happened? This makes no sense. Then again, two years ago zombies walking the earth made no sense. Still happened, though.

Whatever. This probably hasn't been the weirdest thing I had ever done in the apocalypse. That title went to the six flags infested with zombie clowns… That had surgically attached chainsaws. Holy shit that was a fucking nightmare. I now go out of my way to punch anything clown related in the face.

I shook my head to get back on track. New place now, scary ass clowns later. Losing focus in a completely new environment is not a good idea, especially when you have my luck. Like seriously, who the hell keeps a 7 foot tall zombie in their garage? Anyways, I started to get myself equipped for a possible skirmish latter on. I grabbed my ax, put on my mask along with my hoodie and backpack. But, before I left, I wanted to make sure this place was secure for later. You could never be too safe.

Luckily for me, I found a padlock in one of the bench's drawers with a key. So, once I stepped back out with all of the gear I would normally need, I padlocked the door, pocketed the key, and looked around the rooftop for a fire escape or ladder to use. Once I did find a fire escape, I climbed down to the city's streets (A.K.A flipped down the fire escape parkour style. I like to show off, sue me.). I had to forcefully fight the urge to pull out one of my weapons when I saw people at the opening of the alleyway the fire escape led to.

As I got closer to the group of people, I noticed something really weird with one of them. At first, I thought I saw wrong. But as I got probably ten feet away from the two guys, my eyes turned out to be telling the truth.

One of them had wolf ears on his head.

"Hey, dude." The one with the wolf ears began. "Do you think that crabs, look at fish… like we look at planes?" he asked.

His companion, who had short brown hair (and… BEAR EARS?!) Looked at him like the stupidest thing ever sat before him.

"John, that has got to be the stupidest fuckin thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth. And you've said some pretty stupid shit." He told the wolf guy, now named John. He looked like he was about to say more, but he then noticed me in his peripheral vision.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked threateningly as he and his turned to me. They looked spooked by my sudden appearance next to them. The again, I was an armed hooded figure with a gas mask in a dark alleyway at 8 o'clock at night. Not the friendliest of circumstances.

"Chill, chill." I assured them as I raised my hands in mock surrender. "I'm just passing through, man. No need for alarm."

"Why in the hell are you dressed like you just got out of a wasteland?" The wolf eared one asked. Under my mask I smiled. Spot on, man, spot on.

"Costume party. I needed to get changed" I lied, pointing back where I came from. This actually caused the two guys relax a bit.

"Oh, the one at Tristan's? I thought that wasn't until tomorrow." the bear eared guy told me. I shrugged.

"It was originally, but he decided to have it tonight though. Last minute decision, you know?" I responded. One of the handiest skills one can have in a post-apocalyptic wasteland; bull shiting.

"Well, see you two later then." I told them as I walked past them and onto the street.

Time to get started.