A/N: Sorry for the late update, real life has gotten in the way. We just found out my husband has to get surgery on his ankle again for the second time in 4 months so….stressed…yeah….anyway on to the story.

*** I do not own Twilight or its characters Stephanie Meyers does and she is way more talented than I. All other recognizable brand names or movies belong to their respective owners

I kept hearing a dripping noise, I finally found the light switch and turned it on. There in the corner was whom I assumed was the stock boy, because he was wearing a COSTCO apron that said stockroom on it…yeah I'm observant like that….anyway, he was hunched over a man with his stomach ripped open. The stock boy had blood and guts dripping from his mouth. I tried backing slowly out of the room as quietly as possible, of course me being the huge klutz I am tripped over a can of coffee and it skid across the floor and smacked into the wall.

Stock boy didn't really seem to like the interruption and came charging at me. First thing you should know about these zeds were they were not slow moving like you see in those old horror films, no they were fast fuckers like you see in the new movies like 28 Days later. The only thing that was working to my advantage was the fact that he didn't appear to have the best eyesight. If I had to guess it would be because the tissue that makes up the eyeballs is probably softer than the rest and deteriorated quicker….but I could be entirely over thinking this.

Back to the problem at hand. I shoved my cart at him and instead of moving out of the way he ran right at it. That's when I realized he appeared to only be able to see movement. I ran as fast as I could to the garden area to look for some type of weapon like a shovel, again I remember seeing that on Zombieland. Hey don't judge my survival skills until your in my shoes. I'm trying my best here. Anyways, I couldn't find a shovel, but I did find a lovely pick axe which I quickly grabbed and ran back to the stock room.

You might be wondering why I would willingly risk my life and go back there but the simple fact of the matter is I needed supplies. I was however very close to pissing myself. I have never considered myself to be a brave person so this was so out of character that I was actually questioning my sanity yet again. I was just hoping for a little bit of luck.

Of course my luck never holds out. He wasn't there anymore and all I could see was a bloody trail leading out of the stock room. My cart was knocked over with all its contents strewn about.

" Shit…."

I lightly cursed under my breath as I realized that not only did I have to hunt down this Zed but also restock my supplies. Zed first though because I have seen enough horror movies to know that as soon as I let my guard down it will likely jump me from behind and I am rather attached to my brain….and well my other body parts as well.

I held the pick axe in ready position to strike and started walking around the aisles. It was when I got to the meat section that I finally heard a disgusting chomping sound. I looked everywhere and couldn't find where it was coming from until I realized that it was coming from behind the deli counter.

I took a deep breath hoping to muster up a little courage and not yak all over my own shoes…because really with everything else that is going on right now I don't need to add that to the list. Ok, it's now or never. I walk behind the counter and saw the Zed munching on half of a cow carcass….well I guess its better than a person but still gross.

I'm kind of confused now because I always thought that zombies just ate humans, huh guess you learn something new every day, maybe its just some type of biological imperative just for flesh with no type of discriminating factors. Interesting…

I seriously need to start focusing on the important things, like the Zed munching on a cow eyeball at the moment. I raised my pick axe and slowly walked behind the Stock boy, I felt kind of bad I mean it's not his fault he became an undead flesh eater….but thus is life.

I swung the pick axe as hard as I could, right for the head and I was not ready for the sickening sound that came afterwards. I could hear his skull crushing and than his brain splattering across the opposite wall. It was more of a blackish sludge than regular blood which made it all the more disturbing. He fell forward and landed with a small thud on top of the cow.

I am never sleeping again…..fuck I'm scarred for life.

I guess it is safe to say that New Orleans has officially been invaded by the undead…the real undead this time and not just people dressed like that for all the parades.

Damn it now parades are ruined for me too.

Now time to restock my cart again….

I rushed through getting everything I needed again and rushed back out to my blazer, with only a momentary feeling of guilt for shoplifting. I decided that after killing the poor stock boy that was probably the least of my worries at the moment. So while I was about to start loading up my SUV, I realized I wasn't going to have a enough space.

Well, I have already done some shitty things today might as well steal a trailer while I'm at it. Survival of the fittest and all that…

Luckily, I found one quickly and the back wasn't even locked….Score…I grinned to myself as I opened the door to the trailer and saw it half stocked with food and other supplies. I unhooked it from the trailer and tried to move it, not my brightest move because I am not the most athletically inclined, so as I was moving it, I lost my grip and started falling backwards, but I never hit the ground.

Two strong arms encircled my waist and I had a momentary freak out, thinking it was a Zed and jumped out of their arms and backed away. As I was scurrying away, I spared a glance up and saw a pair of bright green eyes and I instantly halted my movements.

He reached his hand down to help me up and began to introduce himself.

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