Alan walked into the Wal-Mart first, looking around and seeing no zombies anywhere. The bulky survivor simply turned to his right and walked up to customer services. "Hello, I need some assistance!" A zombie reared its ugly face over the counter, only to have its head blown to chunks by Alan's shotgun. "Thank you for your help. God I love this store!"

"Why are we here again," Doc asked, walking behind Jamie. "Aside to satisfy Alan's lust for killing zombies?"

"To get CDs because apparently we can't live without music. Wasting time and ammunition by killing a Wal-Mart full of zombies however, forget about it."

"I have an idea," Alan shouted. Doc and Jamie groaned as Alan spun around. "Maria, do you have something blunt?" Maria looked around for a moment before grabbing a baseball bat.

"Yep," she replied with a wide smile.

"Great!" Alan grabbed a shopping cart then pulled it next to Maria. "Jump in, and you're gonna bash some zombies' faces in!"

"SWEET!" Maria jumped into the cart and Alan rushed off with the black haired girl cheering until they were out of sight.

"Well, that saves bullets," Zoey stated with a shrug.

"Whatever, let's just get some CDs before they get too caught up in zombie killing and forget." Doc and Zoey followed Jamie back to the electronics section while Alan and Maria went on a rampage.

Maria shouted and cheered as a pair of zombies up ahead turned and snarled at them. Maria pulled her arms back then swung with all her might, cracking the wooden bat against the first zombie's face. The bones in its face all collapsed under the blow, and the zombie fell on its back with a thud. Maria wound up her stance again and swung at the second zombie, this time knocking its block off…literally. Maria shrieked with terror and excitement at what she had just done while Alan simply laughed.

"Home run!"

"Holy crap that was so cool!"

"Heads up!" Maria turned her head around and yelped as she ducked under a zombie's attempt to grab her. Before they passed the zombie, Alan gave it a quick jab in the face, knocking it on its back. "You okay?"

"Peachy," Maria shouted. The girl held out the bat to Alan, "You sure you don't want this?" Alan made a face before turning a corner, propping the cart up on two wheels. Around the corner however was a horde of zombies that just stood around until they smelled fresh meat. Alan and Maria's eyes widened before they looked at each other. "Run now?"

"Yeah let's." Alan quickly spun the cart around then ran for dear life as he and Maria screamed from the pursuing horde of zombies.

Jamie, Doc, and Zoey heard their screams, the former two groaning while Zoey rushed towards the sound. Jamie and Doc looked at each other then played a quick game or rock, paper, scissors. Jamie won, much to Doc's dismay, and they followed after Zoey.

Alan and Maria went into the gardening section, which for some reason was mostly cleared out. Maria hopped out and ran off while Alan tried to look for any type of a weapon. Unfortunately the bulky survivor didn't notice Maria running off until she was already gone. Alan scowled then pulled out his machete and turned to where the horde was coming from. The first anxious zombie got a well deserved chop across the face and fell to the ground with blood pouring out of the gash in his face. Alan backed up and continued to slice zombies one by one and shoving back the rest. Alan's back was against the wall and a fearful look washed over his face. The zombies screamed as they closed in. Alan prepared himself to go out swinging, but something caught his attention. The survivor looked up to see the entire rack he was standing under leaning forward with dozens of fertilizer bags on top. The rack fell over, dropping countless heavy bags on top of zombies' heads. The rack itself did some damage as well, but the bags dropping directly on the zombies cracked some necks or smashed some skulls against the ground. Alan's jaw dropped with amazement. An entire horde had just been taken out by nothing more than bags of fertilizer. How was he supposed to beat that?

"Yoo hoo," a voice called out. Alan looked up, seeing Maria handing onto the wall. "A little help here?"

"Did you do that?"

"Yes, now can you help me?"

"That's impressive," Alan exclaimed, sheathing his machete onto his back. "Seriously, I'm in awe. Drop down, I'll catch you." Maria looked up to pray then down again and let go. She fell and let out a brief scream before Alan caught her. "See, told ya I'd catch you." Maria made the same face Alan made at her moments ago then jumped down to the floor. Jamie, Zoey, and Doc came around the corner, all breathless from so much running.

"Where are the zombies," Doc asked. Alan and Maria pointed to the bags of fertilizer. The other three survivors looked to the bags then back at Alan and Maria. Doc rolled his eyes, Jamie just shrugged it off, and Zoey seemed quite impressed. "Can we just get the CDs and get out please?"

"What's wrong Doc, jealous you didn't get to kill any zombies," Alan questioned.

"No, I'm annoyed by the fact that you almost got yourself killed when it was you who wanted to get those damn CDs in the first place!"

"Oh you're absolutely no fun," Alan muttered.

The gang of five went to the electronics section and started looking through the CD selections. So far, they had nothing they could agree on. Maria grabbed a CD then blew the dust off of it.

"How about Three Days Grace?" The other four survivors straightened up then looked at one another. "What?"

"Didn't we…play one of their songs while killing zombies," Doc asked.

"Yeah, it was in that mall," Zoey replied. "We played Pain, and then a bunch of zombies ran up and we killed them all somehow…" The four looked to each other then back at Maria.

"No," the four shouted. Maria gave a ticked off look then tossed the CD over her shoulder.

"Well we're going have to decide on something," Maria stated angrily. "I'm still angry that you said no to Hannah Montana!" Alan turned around, holding two CDs in each hand.

"I don't care how old you are, I am not listening to her!"

"How about Lady Gaga," Jamie asked. Alan spun around with an outraged look on his face.

"Hell to the no!"

"I say yes," Maria replied. Jamie and Alan turned to Maria with shocked looks. "Alan said no, so I want to make him made."

"Who did you say," Zoey called out from the book section.

"Gaga," Jamie replied.

"Get it," Zoey shouted. Alan's jaw dropped with shock.

"What the hell, why does everyone hate me?"

"I don't, I just love Gaga. Plus you had no solid grounds to reject Hannah Montana." Alan rolled his eyes then shook his head, looking through the rest of the CDs. Zoey looked over, seeing Doc staring at the TVs on display. Zoey hummed curiously then walked towards the blonde then stood next to him. "What's up Doc?"

"God I wish I would've bought one of these."

"Why didn't you," Zoey asked.

"I was saving my money for my wedding that never happened," Doc muttered. Zoey pressed her lips together awkwardly. "And I didn't have much free time after that. I was sued for beating the crap out of the other guy, and I had to go to Mercy Hospital back and forth almost every day…I didn't really have time to go out and buy plasma screen TVs." Zoey placed a reassuring hand on Doc's shoulder. The blonde bit his lower lip and sighed. "Ah well, nothing I can do about it now right?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Doc rolled his eyes to Zoey and smiled.

"I have bigger concerns than worrying about what could've been. I have to keep my head in the game and kill zombies." Zoey smiled then rubbed the doctor's arm before walking back towards the books. Doc took a breath then sighed before following after the brunette.

"Is there any Paramore," Zoey asked.

"Ten four," Jamie replied, holding up two CDs from said band. "Alan, do you have any protests?" The bulky survivor gave Jamie the finger then tossed another CD across the store.

"3 Doors Down," Alan asked. "Is that something we can agree on?" The gang looked to each other then shrugged, turned back to Alan, and nodded. "Thank you, finally I pick something you all can agree on."

"Stop pouting," Doc snapped, reading the back of a book.

"I'm not pouting," Alan shot back. Jamie and Zoey turned to one another with expectant smiles on their faces. Same dance, new day.

"You're pouting just because you lost the Gaga CD feud, and now everyone is mad because you don't like their music."

"That has nothing to do with anything! And I am not pouting!"

"I didn't say you were that time." Maria rolled her eyes then flipped a CD case over, looking at the track list. "You should've just let Maria get the Hannah Montana CD."

"We have a system," Alan snapped. "This is a democracy where we vote to make a joint decision."

"It's the zombie apocalypse," Doc screamed. "There's no democracy here!" Maria groaned and rolled her head around with agitation. Jamie and Zoey looked back at each other then over at Alan and Doc.

"Well excuse me for trying to keep things orderly and civil around here! I guess I'm just old fashion that way!"

"Please, you had an RPG on your back for like a week and you wanted to use it every five minutes! How is that civil? And the only way you're 'old fashion' is from the fact that you use a shotgun to shoot zombies."

"Hey, that RPG helped us," Alan shouted. "Remember when I killed half of that horde and those two Tanks chasing you, Jamie, and Zoey? You can't tell me that didn't save your life!"

"Out of the how many times your zombie driven blood lust almost got me killed? Remember when we went to go for pizza?"

"Oh you're still bringing that up? That happened almost two weeks ago man!"

"Alright, ladies, ladies," Jamie exclaimed. "Stop fighting or I'm putting you both in timeout." Doc and Alan gave hardened stares at Jamie, causing the younger to take a small step back. "Never mind then…"

"Honestly, you two arguing about trivial things gets old fast," Zoey replied. The brunette looked at a CD curiously. "Alan, how do you feel about a WWE soundtrack? Seriously, who needs something like this?"

"What songs are on the back," Alan asked, walking towards Zoey. Doc shook his head and opened his mouth to speak. Jamie and Maria quickly pointed their finger menacingly at Doc. The blonde held his hands up then turned around.

"Alright so what CDs to we have so far," Jamie asked, looking to Maria who was going through the basket.

"Paramore, 3 Doors Down, Lady Gaga, Disturbed…" Maria looked up to Jamie then moved her finger over her mouth. Jamie tilted his head in confusion. Maria looked over towards Alan then took a Hannah Montana CD and put it in the basket. "AFI, Linkin Park…that's about it."

"I think that's good enough for now," Jamie called out. Alan and Zoey turned around, the latter placing the soundtrack back on the rack.

"Why'd you put it back," Alan asked. "Nobody is gonna use it." Alan grabbed the CD then hurled it across the store. "See, that works too." Zoey chuckled and simply shook her head.

"Come on ladies," Maria shouted. "We're leaving with or without you. Although we know Jamie would never leave without you Zoey." Maria grinned then started making kissing noises while Zoey glared at her.

"I might consider leaving you behind," Jamie stated with a smirk as he walked past Maria. The black haired girl giggled then followed after Jamie.

"See, now every time I make fun of you and Zoey you get mad, but when Maria does it you make jokes," Alan stated.

"You're not as cute as she is," Jamie replied. "Plus Maria isn't old enough for me to threaten."

"Can we hurry it up," Doc called. "I'd like to get to the vehicle and-," A crashing sound was heard as something broke through the entrance of the store.

Doc and Zoey screamed with shock then ran from whatever it was that smashed through the wall. Jamie grabbed Maria then dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the flying object. Alan took one step to the side and watched as the object crashed through the electronics section and stopped against the back wall. Alan let out a low whistle, then turned to the entrance, dust still looming about in the air. The survivors looked back then saw their military vehicle lean forward and crash on the floor.

"What the hell," Alan shouted once he realized what the unidentified flying object was. "Oh I am so gonna kill whatever Tank did this!"

The survivors turned to the destroyed entrance and waited for a Tank to rampage through the dust. Nothing came after several seconds. The survivors looked to each other with confusion and then back towards the entrance. A strange, low growl came from the smoke, followed by heavy footsteps. The survivors all raised their weapons, ready to fight…

Cliffhanger yet again! I'm just stopping here for a very good reason to tell you all something that may or may not ruin this fan-fiction. I feel I'm taking a huge risk, so I just wanted to give you all some time to process before I spring it on you all. I'm planning on adding boss infected, like Resident Evil style monsters to spice things up. Nothing massively huge, just like Tyrant type monsters. I know it's a risk, but I think fighting the same zombies and special infected over and over gets boring. So…leave reviews and let me know what you all think about it.