Disclaimer: I do not own, in any way shape or form, the Teen Titans.

Summary: This story is based loosely on the plot of Dawn of the Dead (which I still haven't watched…zombies just scare me way too much). What happens when the Titans are trapped in their tower, with hordes of zombies prowling the streets? This is my first fan-fic, so please, be gentle.

Dawn

For the thousandth time that night, Robin woke up.

Rolling over sleepily he looked at his clock, which apologetically blinked 5:00 back at him. Annoyed by his restlessness, Robin rolled back over and stared at the ceiling.

This, without a doubt, had been the worst night of sleep he had ever had since Slade disappeared. He couldn't figure it out, but deep down in his gut, Robin was worried. Every hour on the hour he would wake up, and every time he felt the same feeling of dread.

Call it a leader's intuition, or maybe paranoia, but today was going to be a bad day. Finally giving up on sleep, Robin got out of bed and left his room.

No one else had awakened yet, and the Tower was still dark and quiet. Passing by the huge window in their living room, Robin stopped to gaze out onto the city.

The early morning scenery was grey, and a thick fog engulfed Jump City. Straining his eyes, Robin tried desperately to get a glimpse of something…anything, but only the billowing mist met his stare.

"What the hells the matter with me? Nothings happening…Slade is gone, and the city has been quiet for months now. I have nothing to worry about…" But despite this convincing statement, Robin still felt sick with dread.

Suddenly he heard a noise behind him. Startled, he turned around quickly to see Raven standing there in the darkness.

"Can't sleep?" he asked her. She gave a short nod and proceeded to stand next to him at the window. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Raven looked slightly tense.

"So…" she broke the silence "It's obvious that you haven't slept at all, so mind telling me what's troubling you?" Robin thought. He must look like hell, and that's exactly how he felt.

"I dunno… I just have one of those feelings…something bad is going to happen, I just know it." He waited for her to encourage him, or give whatever kind of encouragement Raven could. Tell him that he was just being the old obsessive leader, and that nothing was going to happen.

Instead all he got was a short and emotionless "me too."

Robin looked at her in surprise. It was beginning to get light outside, however light it could be with the fog. He could now make out her features easier. It hadn't just been his imagination, Raven was definitely worried, and that did nothing to improve his own condition.

Before he could say something, the ever familiar alarm began to go off. 'Shit,' Robin thought as he bolted off in the direction of the monitor. He began to type furiously, trying to figure out what was happening, and more importantly, who was behind it. Raven joined him by his side, looking on.

Only a few seconds had passed, and already the rest of the team had assembled behind Robin and Raven. Cyborg stood behind them with a stern look on his face, Starfire was on Robin's left with an expression of concern, and Beast Boy was in the far back, clearly still half-asleep.

"So what's the problem?" asked Cyborg. "Yes, is it the Johnny Rancid? Or perhaps it is The Hive?" added Starfire. " YAWN yeah…what's the deal dude? Who'd make an attack this early…" whined Beast Boy.

Robin shook his head. "Unknown, but whoever it is, the whole city is in a state of chaos. It looks like the whole place is a total war zone. We gotta get out there, now! I'll take the R-cycle, the rest of you, take the T-car! GO!"

Robin sped down the rode with blinding speed. Close behind him was the T-car, full of his teammates. Their communicators crackled to life as their leader gave them his last words of encouragement before whatever battle lay ahead.

"Listen guys…it's been a while since we've seen any trouble. Whatever you do, don't let your guards down. Scanners say whatever is happening out there is big, but we've handled big before. We can do this. Stay sharp."

Immediately after his speech was finished, they had reached the city. A fog still lay over the land, though not quite as thick. He saw shadows on the sides of the road, which he soon discovered to be overturned cars. Civilians were running every which way, all screaming at the tops of their lungs. Robin pulled the cycle to a screeching halt, and the T-car followed suite.

They all quickly assembled on the street, trying to find the source of all the mayhem. People were running, screaming, buildings were on fire, cars sped by, and still there was no sign of any monster or giant machine. Suddenly, a group of people came running towards them.

Robin looked in their direction. A man was running at them as fast as he could, and it appeared that three men behind him were also running for safety… but something about there movement was odd…

"HELP ME!! OH GOD, HELP ME!!" the man yelled. Unfortunately for him, he happened upon a piece of debris on the road, and fell face first on the asphalt. The three that had been behind him quickly descended upon him. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" And then to the Titans horror, one of the pursuers bit a chunk out of the man's neck. The other two also proceeded to rip the man apart, whose screams began to gurgle away in a fountain of blood.

"Holy SHIT!" yelled Beast Boy, who started to look even greener than normal. Robin heard Starfire give a squeal, and heard some other obscenities from each member of his team. Horrified, Robin stood in place, watching the man's carcass being devoured in a very grotesque fashion. His attention snapped back however when one of the attackers looked up in their direction. 'Uh-Oh'.

With frightening speed it sprinted towards them. The others, whose attention had been caught, also broke off towards the heroes. "Titans, GO!" yelled Robin, and the two sides rushed each other head on.

Leaping into the air, Robin landed a kick right into the first one's face. Cyborg followed by giving a blast from his sonic cannon to the next one, and starbolts rained down on the third. But as soon as the attackers had hit the floor, they were quickly back on their feet and rushing at them once more, arms raised, screeching and snarling.

'Why can't we stop them?' Robin thought to himself. 'Nothing even fazes them, it's like they can't feel anything at all…' His thoughts were interrupted as he ducked underneath the arms of one of the attackers and followed through with a foot to the jaw. It flew in the air and hit the ground hard, but within a second was back up and trying again.

'What kind of creatures can stand such an assault?' he thought. And then his question was answered. Over in the corner he saw the earlier victim start to get up…Robin could see the flesh hanging from his neck in shreds. Then quick as a flash he began to attack. 'The Undead…Zombies…' Robin thought with horror.

"Ah hell! Here come more of them!" shouted Cyborg over the destruction of the battle. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" chanted Raven, sending the undead attackers flying into the walls of the buildings surrounding them. Beast boy was charging through a whole horde of them as a Rhino, and then quickly turned into a crow to escape the already growing numbers.

Robin looked around in panic. They were swarming out of the wood work now, from every direction, and every time one of them was sent sailing, two more would come in for the attack. 'Shit this doesn't look good!'

"Fall back! Titans! GO! GO! I'll hold them off and meet with you at the Tower!"

"Hey man, are you sure, there's a lot of em…" began Cyborg.

"JUST GO DAMMIT!" and then Robin hurled himself into an oncoming group. He had to give them time to get in the car and get away, and then he would grab his bike and make a quick escape.

Twist, kick, duck, punch then dodge. Robin swirled around kicking three of them in the face with a round house. Suddenly one of them grabbed his cape and he was pulled to the floor. For a brief second he saw a face of rotting flesh, eyes blank yet hungry, bending over to chew on his neck.

In a second Robin had whipped out his staff and held it up. The zombie clamped down on it, and Robin gave a humongous heave as he placed his feet on its stomach and propelled it in the air into another group making its way toward him. Quickly regaining his stance, he looked around.

There were too many to count, hundreds, maybe even more, he couldn't really tell because of the still present mist. He would have been extremely amazed at just how fast they had converged, if of course not for the fact that he was still repelling constant attacks. One of them jumped at him, and was sent back into the crowd from a swing of Robin's staff.

He was beginning to tire. He looked around, the other Titans had already made there escape and were no where to be seen. 'Okay, time to get out of here…' And then it hit him. There was no way out, He was completely circled by a sea of the undead. They blocked all his exits…except for one.

Robin looked behind him. There was a door that led into a giant building. Turning around, he quickly threw a couple of explosive disks into the crowd, and then sprinted towards the double doors, with all of Hell swiftly following him.

And there we go, the ending of my first chapter of my first fan-fic ever! Please read and review, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism please.