A/N: Wow, I am amazed at how much this story has revived in reviews, follows and faves, thanks so much for the support guys! :D I had some more energy drink (for the record, Relentless Origin, Monster Original, some random one from the shop ;L)(but not all at once), and it spurred this chapter's early release! (I will not be sleeping AT ALL tonight...)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect, I am simply playing with it.


The group of twenty one counted University students all sat huddled around a large kitchen table a few minutes after they met. Chloe and Aubrey were sat next to each other, sitting as close as possible whilst holding onto their respective partner's hands. They had all decided to sit down and discuss what had happened since the outbreak which had accoutred only seven months before.

"So you've all been here for seven months?"

"Yeah, when the outbreak first happened we were all in groups, the Trebles saw us in their bus and gave us a hand; we saw Aubrey and Stacie on the street so we picked them up too. We all went to the first place we thought of, here." Fat Amy answered.

"Yeah, we boarded everything up and hid until the screaming was over…" Donald finished.

Chloe's eyes widened and she whipped her head to Aubrey who was looking at the table as she remembered that night.

"Bree, how did you and Stacie escape? I- I remember you screaming down the phone…"

Stacie glanced at Aubrey who was still frozen in thought, and decided to answer for her.

"When you were talking, the door was smashed in and three of those things came in, I screamed, Aubrey, she threw a vase at them and we ran to her room. We blocked the door and opened the window, it wouldn't open so Bree, she…"

Stacie glanced down at Aubrey's clenched fist and the two new comers followed her gaze, pale white scars all of different sizes were etched on her skin.

"I punched the glass and it broke, we climbed out the side of the building, just in time as well considering the zombies came into our room only seconds later and then the University started to burn."

The blonde's brow furrowed and she looked at Chloe questioningly.

"How did you escape?"

Chloe glanced at Beca who put her arm around her arm around her shoulders and squeezed them comfortingly, giving her a small encouraging smile.

Chloe sighed, "Well, after I got your call and saw for myself that Barden was burning, I ran into the forest, and escaped through there."

Bumper, who was holding his painful head and was glaring at Beca, nodded to said give with an accusing look.

"And how'd you meet her?"

"Well, when I'd gotten away I wasn't sure on what to do, it was a few weeks later I met Beca…"

It had gotten colder now, snow had started to fall on the ground and the days had got darker. This made it much harder for a certain red head to survive, considering animals to hunt did not come out as often and nights were even harder to get through. She had been able to stay alive these past few weeks, avoiding zombies and humans alike, hunting animals and scavenging fruit and water, it had been going fairly okay.

Key word: Had.

Now she was starving, walking in the snowy forest and shivering violently, clinging to her coat for as much warmth as possible in the bitter wind. The trail she was walking down was neat and untouched, her footprints the only thing tainting it.

Or so she thought, until another set of footprints were suddenly in her path.

Chloe was stuck, the footsteps looked wobbly, like the person walking them was hurt or something.

She was a helpful person my nature, and despite recent events, felt like maybe she should help this stranger. Don't ask why, because she didn't know why either.

So she slowly followed after the footsteps, they went down a small hill and into a sort of ditch, leading to a crumpled person on the ground.

She gasped and quickened her pace, falling into the snow besides the still person.

Chloe rubbed their shoulder sadly, hating the fact that someone had died. Chloe aborts violence, only resorting to it when on necessary.

So of course, seeing this dead person was an upsetting thing for her.

She tightened her grip on the shoulder and started to roll the body over, intending to lay it properly on its back to rest, instead of the messy pile it was in.

Only she couldn't move anymore. She tried to wiggle her fingers but they refused, she tried to blink, to twitch, to flinch, nothing would move. She could only see.

This meant she could see the red and black eyes staring up at her from the zombie's face below her.

The zombie slowly sat up, never taking its eyes off of the defenceless red head. Chloe's limbs finally did something then, they went limp.

She fell onto her back, her eyes staring up at the snowing sky as she mentally screamed in fear and panic. She felt hands on her arm and from the corner of her eye could see the creature bringing it up to its lips, sniffing it, and then opening its mouth to take a bite.

Tears fell from her cerulean eyes then, the inevitable obvious to her. How she had survived for so long, stayed away from all the trouble at Barden, only to be eaten alive by some freaky zombie in the middle of the forest, because she was trying to be nice.

She just prayed it would be over quickly.

She felt the zombie's teeth on her flesh and a fresh wave of tears started to fall even harder.

But then they were gone. The teeth were no longer on her skin, nor was the zombie standing over her. She could just make out a scuffle of some sorts far to her right, and then a gun shot.

She would have jumped if she could.

Then there was the sound of footsteps walking closer to her, they stopped by her head and a person, thankfully human, sighed. Hands were on her shoulders again, and she was being lifted up, hauled over this stranger's shoulders in a fireman's hold and carried somewhere.

The rest was blank. The last she remembered, they were walking through a forest and suddenly everything went dark.

Chloe woke up with a gasp, sitting up and narrowly missing hitting her head on a rock just in front of her.

She looked around her and found herself in a cave of some sorts. Why was she in a cave?

"Wha-?"

"It was a Basilisk," a voice said from beside them, Chloe jumped and span her head around locking eyes with a darker pair of blue, "the zombie that tried to eat you was a Basilisk. They pretend to be dead or an everyday Runner and when they are close enough they open their eyes and freeze their prey. Keeping them under control and alive as they slowly devour them."

Chloe didn't know how to reply, so continued with her impression of a goldfish at this stranger.

"There is a poem about the Basilisk zombies, it goes: Gaze into my eyes and you shall see, I will make you a stone, I will make you a tree, Time will stop for you, but it cannot stop for me. I was taught that as a kid."

Chloe still had no answer so held out her hand instead.

"I'm Chloe. Chloe Beale."

The mysterious girl stared at the hand for a good minute before slowly taking it.

"Beca. It's just Beca."

By the time Chloe had finished her story; those at the table were giving Beca looks of awe and respect.

"You are soo badass…" Fat Amy whispered loudly, like it was the ultimate secret, the others nodded in agreement and Beca just shrugged, playing with the fingers on Chloe's hand entangled with her own.

"How did you know all that stuff?" a brunet boy asked, his eyes wide with a small smile on his face.

Beca tightened her grip on Chloe's fingers and the red head winced a little, putting her arm around Beca to support her this time around.

Before Beca could get a word out however, a crash came from the living room followed by two deep moans.

Both Chloe and Beca were immediately on their feet, followed closely by the others who rose with uncertainty and some fear, Unicycle lifting his baseball bat up shakily.

The two girls drew their guns and walked quickly, but lightly to the living room. When they got to the door Beca raised her hand in a stopping motion, and slowly leant around the frame to look into the room.

Two Runners were staring at an ornament which had fallen off of a shelf and smashed on the floor, one continued to stare whilst the other slowly shuffled over to a picture on the wall, running its bloody fingers gently over the image.

Beca winced, she hated when they did that.

Runners were a peculiar type of zombie, much more dangerous in hoards as they travelled together in groups more often than not. They would walk slowly, but if they caught the scent of humans then they would run. As in, really run. Hell some were even fast enough to catch up to a moving vehicle.

But the strangest thing about Runners, were that sometimes they would remember. They would see something, could be absolutely anything, and they would get human memories. In this time they seemed more human, and it was just that much harder to kill them when they did. Of course if a human was near when they were in this state and they caught their scent, then they would quickly forget whatever it was they were remembering and chase after said human.

And this zombie was doing just that.

Sigh, rather it than us.

With that thought Beca stepped into the doorway and fired a single shot at the Runner, impacting the back of its skull and shattering the glass picture in front of it, both of them falling to the ground.

She aimed her gun to the second zombie, who had howled in anger and span to face her, and fired a shot.

Schnickt.

Beca groaned when the sound registered in her brain, she glanced at Chloe and sighed.

"Out of ammo." She then flipped the gun over in her hands and pistol whipped the zombie on the head just as it lunged for her. It wailed and fell down in the doorway, Beca gestured at Chloe and the red head understood, stepping off of the wall to fire another single bullet into the back of its abused head.

"Wow, you're loosing your touch Becs." Chloe teased, brushing imaginary lint off of her shoulders.

"Now you know that's not true." Beca gave Chloe a look over and winked at the grinning red head.

"Are you kidding me?!"

The two girls faced the sound of the voice and stared blankly at the boy who spoke, Bumper was practically shaking, whether in anger or fear however, was not certain.

"Two fucking zombies just appeared in our living room! And you two are flirting?! Over their dead bodies!"

"Well when else are we gonna do it?" Chloe questioned, winking at Beca who smirked back, yet never took her gaze off of the steadily reddening boy who stood in front of the others who were still in the kitchen doorway.

"Stop it you fucking crazy dyke ass bitch!"

Beca's amusement faded quickly and she stepped forwards with deadly intent. Before she could get to him, Bumper was span around and given a right hook to the face.

"Argh! Can people stop hitting me!"

"That was way out of line Bumper, you deserved it. Also, I just really, really wanted to hit you."

Beca appraised the brunet boy holding his fist, and nodded in thanks. The boy nodded back and held out his good hand.

"I never really got a chance to introduce myself, I'm Jesse."

"Beca." She eyed his hand and after a few seconds shook it in her own.

"So er, how did those things get in here anyway?" Benji timidly asked, moving around the others.

"Apart from Chloe and myself, who were the last people to come into the house?"

The crowd, who had now moved into the hall, all simultaneously turned their heads to the boy who some how still had a hat perched on his head.

"I- I went out for some fresh air!"

"How long ago?"

"I don't know, an hour or two maybe?"

Beca nodded and holstered her gun, linking her hand with Chloe's and pulling her along with her, pushing through the scared teenagers and into the Jacuzzi room.

"I'm guessing you went out through the French Doors?"

The boy nodded, Beca hummed to herself and continued over to the French Door, glancing knowingly to Chloe at the blood hand prints on the open glass door. She ran her hand over the glass and silently closed it.

"You forgot to lock the door didn't you?"

"I don't remember! I heard you two on that motorbike and panicked!"

The group groaned at the boy.

"Seriously Kolio? We could have died!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Look, it doesn't matter anymore, what does matter is that we don't stay here anymore." Chloe interrupted, Beca nodded in agreement and made her way back to the kitchen to get their bags.

"Wait why? We're fine here." Jesse frowned.

"Now that two have come in here and not left, they will get suspicious and curious of this place, yes they still have that emotion. If we don't leave now then we will be killed. This place will be overrun by the end of the week."

"I don't know Chlo…" Aubrey muttered.

"Trust me, Beca and I have been through this before-"

A wailing came through the room, a lone Runner smashed through the French Doors in a frenzy, Chloe didn't take her eyes off of Aubrey and brought a gun up, shooting it between the eyes.

"And we're pretty experienced."

Beca strolled into the room, side stepping the even deader zombie splattered on the wooden floor and handed Chloe her bag, Beca's own already on her back.

"We'll give you twenty minutes, pack only necessities such as food, two reasonable weapons and one spare change of clothes."

"Where are we going?" Stacie asked, clinging onto Aubrey's hand for dear life.

Beca smirked and drew her gun, spinning it in her hand a few times.

"We're going shopping."


A/N: Soooo what do you think? Please tell me in a review :D

OH! And if any of you are Rizzoli and Isles fans who ship (like me) Rizzles, could you recommend any good fanfics? Thanks :)