Okay big sorry about how this is like forever. MY apologies. Our team got to state in basketball that's the farthest any team has gone in forever. Then class trip we went to Washington D.C. it was so awesome. and horrible heart break... yeah...

But enough about me this story.. seems nice. IF your not actually sick of it please read and review maybe. That would be so kind.

I don't own skins.

I ran as fast as I could. Okay maybe run wasn't the best choice in words, but moved as fast as I could with an injury. This was horrible. I had a herd of about one hundred zombies trying to keep up with me, and a group of about ten hunters chasing us. The front zombies were screaming at me and the hunters were yelling other things. You probably want to know how I got into this mess. It was about a day ago.

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"Run Away!" I screamed at the humans. I was clawing at my brain. It felt like it was two big for my skull. It took over my limbs and ability to function. I watched helplessly as my body grabbed a rope tied a loose knot to the back of the truck and my waist.

The ride was the scariest thing that has ever happened. They drove so fast and the knot slipped a little. I watched a the scenery blurred by. When they stopped I quickly released myself and ran. I got about two hundred yards into the forest when I blacked out.

When I awoke the sun was low in the sky. There was a zombie right by my foot. It looked up at my eyes and snarled.

"What?" I asked but I couldn't register what was going on. My voice sounded clouded. I pushed the zombie off of me before it could grab my ankle. The zombie kept coming at me. It scratched at my arms and torso. I grabbed a rock and slammed it on the beasts head. I used it to crush the skull when the zeek went down.

"What the fuck is going on?" I screamed.

"Could ask you the same thing?" A called asked and I heard the familiar sound of a gun cocking.

"Turn around, Slowly." It ordered.

I turned around and the two males gasped. I gave them the most confused look. I'm a zombie so why weren't they shooting me through the head.

"What's wrong with you eyes lass?" the shorter one asked.

"What?" I asked "My eyes?"

The tall one handed me a mirror. Looking in it my eyes were deep red. The weird part is they were turning back blue, but parts were purple. That wasn't all my cheeks regained color and I had sweat on my forehead.

I put my hand on my heart and sure enough it was beating. What the hell is happening I was dead just a few hours ago.

"Look at her side." the shorter one whispered. My hand flew to the site of my bite but it wasn't open like I thought it would be. Actually it was healed and all that remained was a huge scar.

"I can explain." I said hurriedly backing away as the taller one took a step toward me. A branched snapped and a couple of zombies walked in on our meeting. I turned and booked it in the opposite direction .

I happened to make it back to the road. I needed a new shirt and new weapons. "Fuck." I cursed all my stuff was about twenty miles in the opposite direction. I guess I had no choice. I looked through abandoned cars.

I managed to find a new shirt and new pair of jeans. I got a new jacket from one of the cars it was a little worn and smelled of booze but it was better than nothing. Although the jeans were a little big, I found a belt. I also managed to find a tire iron that would work as a temporary weapon.

I got the paint off my face and let my hair down. Looking through my old jeans I found a couple of rounds and a pair of old scissors. I cut off most of my hair so I looked like a twelve year old boy now. In the next car a zombie banged on the window. I got blood on my face when I killed it. I found hair gel so I used some to make my hair look wild and frantic. I also ran some of the zombie blood through it. In the glove compartment I lucked out. there were granola bars and a hand held pistol.

I was getting dark so I slept in a car and waited till morning to take off again. In this car was another pistol, it didn't have any bullets but i could probably get some. A hunting knife was under the passenger seat also so that was a plus.

In the morning, I decided that without a bag I was screwed, so I took off walking. Within the turn of about five minutes of walking I was spotted by a herd of about one hundred zombies. I can't catch a break today. So running for my life I tripped over a dead body and pulled something in my hamstring. I hate my life. Still out running the herd I heard gun shot. Fuck they were being chased by hunters.

I tried screaming but the many voices of the hunters and zombies drowned out my own. It looked like all was lost when I saw the van. The twins were just about to close the back when I called.

"Run you stupid fucker!" The non eye patched one called. I jumped in the back and she followed slamming it shut right before a couple hit the door.

"Punch it, Ems." The one in the back with me screamed. I felt the truck lurch and soon we were speeding passed cars and hunters and zombies.

"You are one lucky, bloke." The one with both eyes said handing me a water bottle.

"I don't have…" I started to say my voice hoarse from screaming and no use.

"Take it, before I change my mind." She said practically shoving it in my face.

I drank it down greedily choking on some. "Thanks." I said after a few coughs and gasps.

"Katie." she said offering me a hand. "And what you be your name be, handsome." She said taking a seat next to me and shoving her tits up against my arm.

"Naomi." I said watching her reaction go from flirty to panicked to pissed.

"You're a girl?" she screamed

"Yeah Katie." the other one said in the front after she joined us. "She's a she."

"Can't catch a break." Katie grumbled going to drive the truck.

"I'm Emily." the eye patched one said. "I like your hair."

"Yeah?" I said "Well zombie blood and hair gel will do that." I said running a hand through it.

"Zombie blood?" She asked looking at it.

"To help me blend in. I need dirt of paint also, but yeah." I say shrugging. the gesture pulls the skin at my side and I feel a little pain where the scar is.

"Are you ok?" Emily asks grabbing at the hem of my shirt.

"Fine." I said my voice an octave higher. I hold my side. The pain intensifies. It gets so bad that I black out. Emily's calls and her shaking me is the last thing I encounter before the world goes black.