Here's that second chapter as promised! Sorry this one's a little short, but it's building up to what's about to happen next. Well, since no one has anything to say (only two reviews, how am I supposed to improve if you guys don't give me anything?) Come on! At least I'm not one of those people that hold you hostage for reviews. Saying stuff like "I need 10 reviews for a new chapter." I'm not planning on doing that. But reviews are nice because it helps me know what you like, what I could change, what I could improve upon, what characters should I include more of (that have been introduced anyway). And in this chapter, you get to see a little more of John :D

But something bad is going to happen. Something very, very bad. I'm not giving any hints, but it'll be expanded in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, [insert witty remark here].

Warning: Well, you should have a fairly good idea by now what this story contains.


Maka started panting as soon as they reached the safety of the other side of the door, while John was attempting to move a crate in front of the door so those things couldn't get in. Maka briefly regretted that she chose to spend her childhood cooped up inside reading books rather than being active outside with all the other kids. Maybe then she'd have more stamina she wouldn't have been so exhausted. She knew she should have stayed in the gymnastics class her father put her in when she was younger, but she didn't think it was important at the time. But maybe now…

A loud banging sound on the other side of the door startled Maka, as she raised her head to look at the door, she knew it wouldn't hold long, that door didn't look very stable. Even if they did manage to blockade it, it wouldn't last long. It was made of a cheap, breakable wood, the gas station owner must have decided to have saved a buck or two by buying one of the cheapest doors on the market. Heck, even a dog would be able to scratch a hole in it in a short period of time.

For what Maka lacked in street smarts, she made up in book smarts. She's read all sorts of books, horror, mystery, drama, suspense, romance, adventure. This situation actually reminded her of one of her books. It was a horror, comedy book. Although it wasn't two of her favorite combinations (how can a horror story be funny?), she was a fan of the book. The main protagonist was stuck in a situation similar to hers, only instead of a gas station it was a grocery store. The book took place in a zombie apocalypse, the protagonist and one of his allies were in a grocery store, looking for some food, when they were attacked by a couple zombies. A girl heard them, then came to them for help, since her sister was infected. Taking them to the back, and them agreeing to kill the girls sister, the girl changed her mind at the last moment and asked to kill her sister. Well, as it turns out, the sister actually wasn't infected, and they ended up holding the main characters at gunpoint, stealing their supplies and exiting the back door.

"Do-" Maka looked at the door in horror as she heard a cracking noise on the other side. They didn't have much time- no. She couldn't worry, she had to stay calm and stay strong. "Do you have a car?"

"Yeah, it's parked out back." John told her, to focused on trying to move the heavy crate quickly to fully understand what she was implying.

"Is there another exit to this room?" Maka questioned again. This seemed to spark something in Johns brain as he stopped struggling to move the crate and started walking behind a few shelves of stuff. Maka took this as a sign to follow behind him, and since she could head the wood on the other side of the door breaking every passing second.

Maka and John quickly reached the back door, and Maka briefly wondered how John had forgotten about it. Though when she was being attacked by the man back there, she briefly forgotten all common sense. He must have been getting high at the party her and Liz were at, along with the other people out there. But that still didn't explain their eye…


John creaked open the door a little, scanning the parking lot for any people. He saw a few shadowed figures stumbling across the parking lot, as if they were lost and trying to find a way back home. John knew better though, they were just like those creatures on all of his zombie video games back home, not that he would admit that. Especially to a girl. Besides, humans don't bite. If there were more of them out there, then both he and the girl he was with (he didn't recall ever learning her name) were damned. They had no weapon, and that girl didn't seem to be very fit. There had to be a better way, but the growing-ever-louder crackling noise behind them said otherwise. It was now or never, the path to his car was a straight one.

"What's your name? Your first name only." He told her, turning his head towards the girl, locking eyes with her for a split second. Her eyes were filled with fear, but also determination. If Johns hunch was right, he knew she had what it takes to survive.

"Maka. Why did you only want my first name?" Maka questioned.

"Because of right now, our pasts are useless. We only need to focus on the present, on getting to my truck over there." John jerked his head towards the truck. Although they said no more the next few moments about what they were going to do, it was if they were sending a telepathic battle plan to each other, as they were both reviewing the path to the truck. Examining every nook, cranny and pebble in their path.

It was only when there was a large breaking sound behind them, that they finally took off in a sprint, going as fast as they could to the truck. Neither of them were very fast, but it was fast enough to get to the car safely before the creatures got to them first. John sighed in relief, as he reached in his pocket for his keys.

"Shit!" John exclaimed, reaching into another of his pockets only to find the same thing that was in his first, nothing. "I can't find my stupid keys!" John told Maka as she glanced at him. "They must be in my other clothes… in the back room of the gas station."

Maka looked at John, as if trying to plan something to start the truck, or at least get out of there. John sighed, and reached for the handle. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to go get my keys." John said bitterly.

"That's insane! Liz is still out there, she's right out front-"

"She left you! I heard the damn car driving away right after I got that damn monster off of you!" John told her. He wasn't trying to be mean, but he knew it was a life or death situation, you can't hold onto false hope, not anymore. From here on out, nothing will be the same. John grabbed the handle and held his breath, looking at all the creatures, the zombies that were wandering around aimlessly outside, not seeing to notice him or Maka. He was going to go face-to-face with the monsters.


So, this chapter has many names for the zombies. Zombies, monsters, things, creatures. But no undead yet. But maybe because John and Maka hadn't seen the zombies yet to officially dub them yet.

Do you think John's infected/will become infected next chapter?

I have a few different plans on how this could go. But I'm not sure what one I'll chose yet. Like I said, review and give me your input. Please?!

Fun Fact: I made a reference to a zombie movie in this chapter. Points for whoever tells me who it is first. You'll get a shout-out next chapter :D

Hmm... should I do that more? Have like a hint at something else somewhere in every (or a lot of) chapter(s) and you guys tell me what it is/what's making a cameo? And should I give you a shout out or if you get like 5 right first you get an Oc appear in this fic? I'm not sure, like I said, tell me your input! But if I did do it that way, I cannot guarantee your Oc would survive, like I said, Oc's will have a higher death rate.

Please Review, for... only using first names (remember what John said, that may come back into play again eventually).