Warning: Blood and gore.

A/N: I own nothing.

"So wait, you're telling me that this girl, who you met only once for like five minutes, bursts into your shower and forces you to sing with her?" Beca nodded at her cellmate while trying to hide the blush that was slowly taking over her face. "And you're telling me that you just sat there and did nothing but sing!?" All Beca could do was give another weak little nod. "Girl, what is wrong with you!?"

"What was I supposed to do? She scared the crap out of me and by the time we were done singing her boy toy showed up and acted like he was about to get double lucky or something." Beca shifted uncomfortably in her spot on the floor.

It had been two days since she had been tossed in the cell with the over exuberant roommate. They had been fed and given water but an explanation for why they had been trapped here was not as forthcoming. So to pass the time they were swapping stories. Although at this point it seemed to be more of Sam berating Beca for her life decisions.

"Beca, Beca, Beca what am I going to do with you?" Sam shook her head sadly as if Beca was the most disappointing thing about their current predicament. "And you're saying that you've known this beautiful redhead of your's for almost four years and have done absolutely nothing about it?"

"Well the timing never really worked out." Beca defended weakly.

"What do you mean the timing never worked out!? If a hot redhead bursts into my shower I am at least getting a dinner date out of it." Sam pointed an accusatory finger at Beca.

"I well…I might have wound up getting a boyfriend before anything could happen."

"Boyfriend? Who?"

"Jesse."

"Jesse?" Sam gave her an incredulous look, with her eyes widening and jaw dropping. "The movie nerd that sounded really pushy and annoying?"

"He wasn't that bad. He's actually a really nice guy, it's just that we never really clicked. Besides, I broke up with him at the beginning of senior year anyway." Beca dropped her head to stare at the floor. "Look, can we stop talking about me? Why are you stuck in this hell hole?"

"Ah, well you see one of those morons up there thought that I was going to be his personal plaything. Now I wasn't having any of that so when the asshole tried to corner me I made sure that he wouldn't be able to do anything with a woman ever again." Sam said with a rather smug look on her face.

"Wait, you killed him?"

"What? No, I cut off his penis." She said it as if it was a completely normal occurrence.

Beca's jaw dropped to the floor and she stared at Sam while trying to form a complete sentence. To say that she was impressed, if not a little disgusted by the mental image, would be an understatement.

"Ya, but before I could do anything else that hag Cleo had me thrown in here." Sam scoffed.

"Speaking of which, what are we doing down here anyways?" Beca asked while trying to get a look out the cell door.

"Have you not been paying attention? I castrated a guy and you punched Cleo in the face."

"That's not what I meant. What I want to know is what they want with us." Beca kept staring out the cell wall. She could have sworn she saw some shadows moving around on the floor outside.

"Oh that. Ya I have no idea what they want. The person that was in here before me was dragged out one day and never came back." Sam dropped her head to look at the floor.

Beca sat back and studied her roommate for a second. Sam was an...interesting person, to say the least. She was the kind of person that said whatever came to mind and had little to no filter. She had no problem with telling a person exactly what she thought about them to their face. She was also rather fond of weapons. According to Sam, before she was captured, she had no less than three axes, a machete, two revolvers and a belt of grenades. Beca had a passing thought that Sam was some sort of unholy combination of Fat Amy and Lilly, a thought that scared Beca more than facing thousands of undead.

Sam's story was not dissimilar to her own. Where Beca was trying to get home to Chloe, Sam was trying to find her twin sister Maggie who lived in Tennessee. Or at least she was before she ran into Cleo's gang and was captured.

"I'm sorry. Did you know them very well?" Beca asked.

"No. We were only together for about a day before they dragged him out. Never even got his name." Sam looked up and gave Beca a sad smile.

Beca reached out and grabbed Sam's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Hey, we'll make it out of this, we're both tough."

"I know, I'm just worried about my sister. She's not as crazy as I am and in this world you need to be a little crazy in order to survive." Beca gave a slight chuckle which caused Sam to raise a questioning eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

Beca devolved into a fit of giggles and was waving a hand trying to get Sam to shut up. "I'm sorry, it's just that you're right which made me think of my crazy group of nerds and how they must be alright because they're the craziest people you'll ever meet."

Sam gave a small chuckle. "You're right, anyone who can get away with flashing the president is definitely crazy."

"Hey, that was an accident! And we were fixing that before, you know, the world ended."

They both fell into a hysterical laughing fit. They probably sounded a little insane but the fact that they were able to laugh in the face of everything that was going on was a good sign, it meant they still had hope.

"Well it's good to know that you two have something to laugh about. I always like to watch my victims crumble." They both jerked their heads around and saw Cleo standing at the cell wall with Marcus standing behind her.

"Hey look, it's the old hag." came Sam's response. She had made it very clear what her thoughts were about their captor. Beca just wished that Sam could keep her mouth shut to keep Cleo from getting any angrier.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you Samantha." Cleo practically sneered before turning to Beca. "Well little one, you think you're so tough, you think you can face the world on your own? Well we're going to see about that. Marcus, grab her."

Sam and Beca jumped immediately to their feet as Marcus ripped the rebar from the dirt walls. When the giant made a move towards Beca Sam actually reacted first. She leapt towards Marcus with every intention of kicking his head clean off but for such a behemoth of a man he moved with surprising speed and caught Sam's leg before she could connect. Marcus gave her a look that almost resembled pity and threw Sam back into the cell before turning and throwing Beca over his shoulder.

Beca tried to put up a fight but she wasn't even sure if Marcus could feel her attempts to kick herself free. He moved towards the ladder and started to climb. When they reached the top she could hear Sam screaming some rather colorful profanities at Cleo, some of which Beca had never even heard of before.

"Where are you taking me?" Beca asked after she gave up struggling. There really was no point and she was only wasting energy.

"You're a troublemaker and there's really only one place we can put you that will be mildly entertaining." The smile that Cleo gave her reminded Beca of a shark, cold and uncaring hungry for blood. "That's the thing about the apocalypse, you have to keep yourself entertained otherwise you go completely batty."

"Ya that really didn't answer my question." Something told Beca that Cleo had already hoped on board the crazy train and had arrived at the loony bin with her complementary bag of mixed nuts.

"Ah all in good time my sweet Rebeca-"

"Beca."

"What?"

"Beca. My name has always been Beca. Never Rebeca or anything else that Beca might be short for." Beca really hated it when people just made that assumption.

"Oh, well that's weird. What was your mother thinking?"

"Whatever she was thinking, it doesn't matter. But talk about my mom like that again and I'll rip your throat out." Beca said it with such a calm air and certainty that Cleo actually took a step back in shock. She recovered quickly, it was never good to show weakness here, but she was definitely caught off guard. Here was this five foot nothing little girl who was supposed to be at her mercy and yet Beca was the one making the threats. She looked into Beca's eyes and saw nothing but loathing and a steely conviction that Cleo decided that she would steer clear of the mother topic, for now.

"Fine, Beca, we are taking you to join a long and glorious line of warriors. You see we've erected a colosseum of sorts out here and that means that you get to play gladiator. Isn't that exciting?" Cleo flashed a delighted smile at Beca.

'Yup definitely already in the loony bin.' Beca thought as they approached another hole in the ground. This one had an elaborate cage-like structure over it with bleachers surrounding the outside. When she looked down into the hole she could see scattered trash heaped up on the sides. If she looked closer she could make out what appeared to be the mangled shapes of rotting corpses intermixed with the trash.

She looked up to see that people had started to filter out of the bar and were making their way over to the bleachers. Most of them were walking erratically, clearly inebriated from a day of revelry. She saw Jack and his buddies stagger over to the bleachers and she sent them a pointed glare. None of them noticed but it made her feel better.

Marcus moved towards some steps that led to what looked like a door from a submarine. It had a porthole looking window and a giant wheel that presumably opened and locked the door.

'Probably won't be making it through that door any time soon' she thought as Marcus turned the wheel and threw Beca into the small arena. The place didn't look much better up close and the smell was almost all consuming. Beca had to force herself to not retch at the odor coming from the sides of the arena. She looked up at the crowd that was screaming at her. She heard several profanities shouted at her but a small chant of "deadmeat" had started up.

She had a bad feeling about this.

"Ladies and gentleman! Today we have someone who thought she could get away with harming our lovely leader Mistress Cleo!" a woman announced through a megaphone. Beca recognized the voice from Jack's walkie when she was captured.

'You have got to be kidding me, they have an MC for this? And really 'Mistress Cleo'.' Beca rolled her eyes at the absolute absurdity of the situation.

"For her crimes she has been sentenced to entertain us with a bout to the death! Her death that is!" The crowd gave a resounding cheer as more bottles and trash were thrown at Beca from the bleachers.

'When did they even have time to build all this?' Beca thought as she looked around. On the far side of the arena was a heavy garage-like door. The door gave a loud thud and she jumped back a step, much to the crowd's enjoyment.

"Now what do you say we get this party started huh!?" The crowd cheered in an affirmative and the announcer turned to two men next to a wench. "Release the hoard!"

The two men quickly turned the wench and the far door began to ever so slowly rise from the ground. Beca watched as a pale arm shot out and grabbed at the air. As the door rose higher she could see what looked like four different sets of legs appear and she desperately looked around for a weapon. Once the door had opened half way the first hunter zombie launched itself underneath it and charged Beca.

"Shit!" Beca dove out of the way, just barely managing to avoid the thing's outstretched arms. She fell into the garbage and scrambled to her feet just in time to dodge the next zombie that was flying at her. She ducked out of the way and spun around. Two of the zombies looked to be a little slower than the others. They were hanging back near the garage door while the two hunters tried to find her with their noses.

'Wait a second, can they not smell me?' Beca almost laughed out loud. The putrid smell coming from the pit was actually protecting her. All she had to do was make as little noise as possible and she might stand a fighting chance.

Beca started to take very short, deliberate steps. Being very careful where she put her feet. She was still looking for some sort of weapon but she was stuck in a literal trash heap. Nothing but beer cans and bottles…

Light bulb.

Beca reached down and grabbed the nearest discarded bottle and made her way over to the two slow zombies. The crowd above her had gone quiet as they watched. Beca actually kind of wished that the jeering would start again so the noise would give her some cover. She reached the two regular zombies and planned out her next move. She would have to be fast, as soon as she attacked one zombie it would most likely make a noise attracting the others.

Beca gripped the bottle in her left hand and swung it at the closest zombie, smashing the bottle in the process. The zombie went down, it wasn't dead but it gave her an opening to deal with the other one. As the second zombie moved towards her she kicked it in the abdomen causing it to fall to the ground as well. Beca quickly bent over and smashed the shattered bottle into the heads of the two zombies one right after the other.

Her victory was short lived as the two hunters turned and charged at her again. Beca tried to move out of the way but the first hunter pinned her to the ground. However, before it could take a chunk out of her she managed to get her legs between them and heaved with all her might. Despite her small frame Beca is mostly made of muscle and the zombie flew over her head and hit the wall behind her with a sickening thud. She scrambled to her feet just in time to dodge the second hunter.

Feeling every bit the matador, Beca managed to skip and dodge the things teeth and arms while trying to come up with a plan. She had lost the shattered bottle in the scuffle with the first hunter and was looking around for a second option. Only the hunter was giving her time to focus as it hounded her around the arena. The crowd was going nuts above her, their drunken cheers and jeers distracting her even more. She reached down to grab what looked like a sliver of glass but the hunter jumped on her back and leaned in to try to bite her. Before it could she planted her feet, grabbed it head and threw it over her shoulder. It had the desired effect and then some. As the zombie flew over her shoulder Beca could feel its head and neck pull away from the rest of its body, drenching her shoulder in blood and tissue. The body landed with a thud on the floor but the head was still moving and trying to bite her.

"AHHH!" She dropped the head and kicked it to the other side of the arena. The crowd above her had gone silent and when she looked up to see a bunch of shocked looks on their faces. The cherry on top was Jack and his goons all had their jaws hanging loose while their beer bottles fell to the floor. Beca held up her arms and walked in a slow circle.

"Is that all you got!?" she shouted. Usually Beca wasn't one to boast but hey she had just taken down four zombies with her bare hands, she felt she could taunt them just a little bit. That is until she looked up and saw that Cleo was fuming in her little makeshift throne she was sitting in. But Beca didn't really care, the adrenaline running through her system was making her cocky. She walked over to the door and pounded on it with her fist. She heard the wheel spinning on the other side and the door opened to reveal Marcus.

"Well what do you think, big guy? Think you could do better?" Marcus looked down at her with a small grin on his face. He looked back into the arena and the grin disappeared. He grabbed Beca by her shoulder and threw her behind him. Beca looked up in time to see Marcus' fist connect with the still intact hunter's face. She heard a sickening crunch from the impact and saw the thing's face collapse in on itself. Marcus then shoved the door closed and locked it. He shook his hand a little and turned back to look at her. He cocked an eyebrow as if to say "There's your answer."

"Wow. Uh, thank you. But why did you save me?" she asked. Because really, this guy was supposed to be her enemy yet he had just saved her life.

"I could ask you the same thing." Cleo appeared behind them with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "Why did you let this little troublemaker live? She was supposed to die in there and despite the bitch's best effort she was about to learn her lesson but you interfered."

Marcus just shrugged at her and moved to stand behind Beca.

"Well, once you've put her back in the pit, come to my room and we will discuss your punishment." Cleo sneered before turning around and walking away.

"Dude why do you put up with her?" Beca asked as she followed behind Marcus. He hadn't tried to pick her up but she suspected that she still didn't have a choice.

Marcus just shrugged again, making a helpless gesture with his hands.

"Do you ever talk?" Beca asked, slightly exasperated.

He just shook his head no.

"Well if you ask me you shouldn't just let her push you around like that."

Marcus shrugged again, it seemed to be his favorite expression. They made it back to the pit with the sun slowly setting on the horizon. Beca climbed down the ladder and waited for Marcus to remove the cell wall. Once she was back inside she turned around and looked at Marcus.

"Thanks again for saving me back there." Marcus gave her a curt nod and climbed back up the ladder.

"Beca! What the hell happened!?" Sam was looking her over and was clearly keeping herself from giving her a hug.

"Dude, so much." Beca sighed. She slid down to the floor and recounted her day. Sam sat in silence until Beca was done telling her story and Beca could see that she was a little stunned and impressed.

"We gotta get out of here Becs." Sam whispered.

"Agreed, and I might just have a plan for that." Sam shot her a questioning look but Beca gestured for her to wait. She stood and moved to the rebar, once there Beca let out a low whistle. She couldn't be sure but she could have sworn she had seen a familiar white head following her and Marcus back to the pit. Sure enough, after a few minutes of waiting a familiar whimpering noise came from outside the cell.

"Hey Bella, long time no see." Beca laughed as she knelt down to let Bella crawl through the bars and up her shoulder. "Sam, I'd like you to meet my good friend Bella. And she is going to be our key to getting out of here."

A/N: Word of advice, don't give an original character a name that's only like one letter off from one of the main characters. I can't tell you how many times I had to fix Cleo's name because I wrote Chloe by mistake.