Hello All!

I'm still alive. I promise. It's just been very hard trying to get back into the swing of things. I lost muse a long time again and then dreamed up this idea so I wanted to try and get it started. It's a Zombies RP with Zed/OC. I love Zeddison, don't get me wrong, but I wanted to try this.

Yes, I'm still going to write Beyond the Horizon. Yes, I'm going to still write my Power Ranger fics and the third installment to my Descendants fics. I wanted to get this out as soon as I could.

That being said; let's go!

"She's useless! Get rid of her!"

"She's just a pup!"

"She's a mutt! Don't you see it?! She won't be anything in this pack! And to think, she is supposed to mate with one of our strongest fighters!" There was a rumble of laughter as the wolf threw the other to the ground in a large heap. There was a small whimper, as she shakily stood up. Blood coated parts of her arms, hiding the gnarly gashes on her arms and shoulders. A slash slid down the side of her eye and face, whether a battle wound or an accident no one knew.

"Please! Please let me stay! I'll do everything and anything you want me to! I can help you!" She begged, standing up shakily as she tried to get her bearings in front of the others. "Please, uncle!"

The male wolf in front of her snarled, shoving her backward once again. "Your father might have been the beta, but he's gone. He's not coming back! So, I don't have to deal with the monstrosity of a niece. No one will ever love you or give you what you want! Now get out of here!" He growled, stepping closer as a few more followed. Casting her out.

"Please!"

"I said," He grabbed her by the collar, shoving her out of the den. "Out! And never come back! I don't want to see your ugly face ever again!" She fell in a heap on the cold grass, dew sticking to her clothes and skin, dirt stinging the already infected areas. The wolves laughed, two standing guard so she couldn't get back.

"Please! No!"

"Solara? Solara!"

With a gasp of air, gray eyes shot open, flashing a threatening yellow before returning to their normal color. She was staring at the white ceiling, as a head came into her view.

"Hey! It's just a dream, love. It's okay." Vivian soothed the younger girl, her hand pushing sweaty bangs from her face. Solara stared up at Vivian. The older, blonde-haired woman smiled down at the girl. "It was just a dream." She repeated as she listened to the girl's breathing beginning to even out and lessen. She was used to this, calming children down from bad dreams. Letting them do it themselves instead of forcing it. It was a lesson she learned as a foster mom.

Solara took a deep breath after a moment. "There, better?" She asked. The girl nodded, and Vivian smiled. "Good, and just before your alarm. Time to get up, first day of school." She smiled a warm motherly smile that always seemed to work. Solara looked at the woman, and then over to the small alarm clock, reading the time. She sighed. It was the dreaded day. Her first day at school, in a new school, in a new city.

"Come on. Get up and get dressed. Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes." Vivian gave her a pat on the shoulder as Solara nodded, before standing up and heading out of the girls' room. She sighed as the door closed, before rubbing her face and groaning.

This day she dreaded every year. Because every year it was a different town and a different school. She never even made time to make friends, she wouldn't have them the next semester. The seventeen-year-old girl stood up, her bare feet hitting cold hardwood. At least this foster family was different. There were a lot of them, yes, but the parents cared for the kids a little more than normal. She ran a hand through unruly black hair, reaching over to the side table to grab her necklace. The pendant she had since she was a child. A small sun pendant with a bright yellow gem in the minute. It was the last thing she had of her parents. The last thing that tied her to them, that she cherished.

Memories she had were broken, but they were memories.

She stepped over to the mirror once she had changed into something more practical. A pair of ripped jeans and a dark blue tank top, black flats. Her foster mom wanted her to be more girly, she just wanted to hide. She looked over the black markings on her skin. The symbols of what she had been, what she was. On one arm, a long angry red scar sliced through an old marking, and on the other shoulder, three angry slashes ran through another. The others remained because the others meant nothing.

Her gaze went to her face, to the long wavy black hair and grey eyes. The features she loved the most on her body. She wasn't curvy, and she wasn't skinny, and her skin was fair. She didn't have many features to accentuate her body, so her hair and eyes would have to do. She looked at the thin red line that started at the tip of her left eye and slid down her cheek. She reached up to touch it before her eyes caught her claws.

They had been filed down but would always have a tip. She painted them a dark blue, trying to mask them. She looked at her hands for a moment, before back up at her face. The small point of her ears. She flashed her teeth, at the fangs that protruded from her mouth.

She sighed angrily, fixing her hair so it fell over her ears and hid them from her, hid the features that made her different. She looked again. Somewhat human. Somewhat normal.

"Solara! Come on! Breakfast is ready!" She heard Vivian call up the stairs. Solara sighed, grabbing the gray cardigan, and sliding it over her arms. Grabbing her bag, she headed downstairs.

"There she is." Solara looked up when she heard Isaac speak. Her foster father worked in the administration building in town, while Vivian was a stay at home mother. They cared for the children like they were their own. It was nice, to finally feel included. Vivian smiled from where she was feeding Jenna, a six-month-old they just took in.

"Your breakfast is at your place. Might want to get it before it gets eaten." She spoke as the girl walked over to the counter.

"Hi, Solara!"

"Hey, kiddo." Solara smiled at Ezekiel, the young zombie boy. She never knew when she returned to the place she called home as a child, zombies, and werewolves both would have been integrated into the human world. Vivian and Isaac took in every race. They were not prejudiced against any kids. "Ready for your first day?" She asked as she ruffled the green hair. Ezekiel whined and pushed her away, just as Kenzie came down, her green hair pulled into two braids. "Are you ready for your first day?" She asked, pale skin shining as she sat beside Solara. Solara chuckled. One in elementary, one in middle, and one in high. She shook her head. "Dreading it."

"Oh, come on Solara, it'll be fun. You'll get used to it." Isaac spoke, looking over his paper at them. Solara rolled her eyes, pushing her hair from her face as she dug into her breakfast. She would never get used to it. Never get used to the fact that she would always be the new kid everywhere until she was eighteen.

And knew she would not get used to the fact that she was back home, where everything started.

"Come on kids. Grab your lunches and let's get going before you're all late." Vivian spoke as she scooped up the baby, handing each kid their lunch box. Solara smiled softly, taking it before following them out. Here we go.

"Come on Zed, I'm almost nine. I don't need a babysitter."

"In dad's point of view, you do." Zed Necrodopolus chuckled at his younger sister as he walked her toward the front of her school. Zoie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "He's just making sure you get to school too." She added.

Zed sighed, rolling his eyes. Don't remind him. He knew everyone was worried about him. Keeping him in their sights, making sure he didn't do anything too stupid. Or too drastic. He didn't mind the concern, but he could take care of himself.

Zed's life was turned over when his girlfriend of two years, Addison Wells, decided over the summer to break up with him. It was true, they had a few fights here and there, but they always fixed it. But this, this was different. She had been done with trying to fix everything and told him one night. He had begged her not to, that they could fix this. But he was done.

He was left to face his junior year of high school alone.

He knew he wasn't alone. He had his friends, but that didn't make it any easier on him. They were always asking if he was okay. And he was tired of them asking. He just wanted to be left alone. But they wouldn't let him.

"Look, you don't have to worry about me Zoie."

"But I'm going to. You're my big brother." She said, looking up at him. Zed smiled at his little sister, stooping down to her. "I promise Zoie. I'm okay. Don't let them into your head. I'm good." He reassured his younger sister, before letting out a muffled "Woof."

Zoie giggled. "Good boy." She said with a laugh. Zed chuckled, giving her a quick hug. "Have fun, kiddo." He called, watching the younger zombie head into school. He sighed, watching as the door shut behind her a few other humans, before turning back toward the local high school. He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. He didn't want to think about it. He wanted a change. Taking a breath, he headed down the road to Seabrook High.

Solara looked up at Seabrook High. She never thought she would ever be back here, back in the town she grew up in. Her hand held tightly to her bag, the other holding on to her lunch bag as she stood there staring.

The one thing that threw her off, was the mass of humans, zombies, and werewolves, intermingling in one high school. She understood the zombies, remembering the stories that had been told. But werewolves?

"Okay, here is your locker number and your school schedule. If you decide to try out any of the clubs after school do not forget to text me and let me know. I left money in your lunch bag as well if you didn't want what I packed you." Vivian rambled as she handed Solara her items. Solara couldn't help but chuckle at her, listening to her go off on her tangents.

"Vivian, I'll be okay. Thank you for everything." She said softly, looking over at her foster mother. Vivian took a breath and chuckled. "I just worry about you."

"I know. But I've got this." She said. Solara was shocked by the small kiss to the top of her head before Vivian waved and left the school. She watched the older woman leave, before turning back to the school.

Here goes nothing.

"Dude, it was epic. I have never seen so many zombies and humans intermingled for the same thing. Whatever we've been doing, is working. I want to go back to the convention." Eliza spoke beside her locker, holding her trusty laptop in her hands. Zed leaned against the lockers beside his two friends. Eliza was explaining how the technology trip she went on was going and Bonzo was going on about band camp.

They had participated in summer activities, and Zed had planned to spend it with Addison. At the beach, the park, anything. After her cheer camp, he vowed to spend time with her.

But that had all changed. She had changed after camp and broken up with him. Leaving him alone and feeling utterly useless. He wasn't the same. His friends continued to chatter as he watched across the hallway.

Solara finally managed to find her locker in the mess of people and was now trying to figure out the lock. It was unlocked but wasn't budging, no matter how many times she pushed or shoved on it. She cursed, sighing, and looking at the bright green door.

She heard a chuckle. "Here, let me." A female voice spoke and moved in front of the door. She jiggled the lock, before lifting the door and pulling the locker open. Solara stood there, eyes widened and dumbfounded. "No matter how nice our high school is, these things are crap." The girl spoke. Solara looked over at her as she moved back to her locker. Her eyes took in the bright white hair she had, pulled back in a half ponytail. She wore a bright green and pink cheerleading outfit, down to the white shoes. The girl turned back to her, blue eyes bright and happy.

"Thanks." She spoke as she opened her locker and began to put her things in. "Aren't you hot in that cardigan? It's not that cold in Seabrook just yet." She explained. Solara swallowed thickly and shook her head. "I'm cold natured." She lied easily. The girl smiled.

"You must be new here. I'm Addison." Addison smiled at the girl. She seemed genuine.

"I'm Solara." She explained, placing another book in her locker as she checked her schedule. "I-I like your hair." She stumbled over the words.

Addison grinned. "Thanks. I was born with it. It took a while for the community to get used to it, but now it's great. We're fully integrated. Welcome to Seabrook. Hope you don't mind zombies and werewolves." She said with a smile. Solara chuckled and smirked, closing her locker.

"Well, consider me your first new friend. If you need any help, just let me know. I'm sure my friends would love a new face. And let me know if you want to be a part of the cheer team, we can give you a try out if you want." Addison explained as the first bell rang, giving them a warning. She waved, before turning and joining another girl in a cheer outfit, heading down the hall. Solara smiled, watching the girl walk off before feeling someone else's eyes.

Zed watched as Addison spoke to another girl. He hadn't seen her face around before. Maybe she was new? Addison always had a knack to make anyone feel welcomed and happy. He swallowed thickly as they spoke for a moment, his heart twisting and his eyes burning. He knew he should be over it. She was, why couldn't he get over it?

She closed her locker and turned away, practically skipping on her heels as Bree joined her. He watched her leave before his eyes turned and caught bright gray eyes. The black-haired girl had caught his attention suddenly. They stared for a moment, before she tore away from his gaze, slamming her locker and grabbing her bag before scurrying away like she had been in a hurry. He watched her for a moment.

Who was she? She seemed new, why had she just moved so quickly? She hadn't seemed interested in what Addison was saying, or overly happy. That was contagious here. She had quickly disappeared.

"Hello? Earth to Zed, come back to the living." Eliza snapped her fingers, pulling the boy's gaze back to her. "What were you staring at?" Eliza asked, turning toward the lockers.

"Nothing. Nothing, I was just thinking." He spoke quickly. Eliza sighed. "That's Addison's locker. Stop tearing yourself up. Let's get to class, okay?" She tried to calm him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, before nodding and heading down the hall with his friends.

The first part of the day came and went, and lunch began. Everyone flocked toward the same place at once. Solara was mixed in with the others. She had only managed to get through the icebreaker lessons every teacher had at the beginning of their class. She was shocked to see the new integration. Humans and zombies were both teachers, and she was seeing werewolves in the mix of the classes as well. It was weird, to see everyone integrated.

She looked for a place to sit. Most of the tables were already taken. Football players and cheerleaders, werewolves, and zombies intermingled. She just wanted a table for herself. She held her bag close to her as she slid through the crowds and ignored the stares as she finally found an empty table near the window. She placed her bags down and slid into the chair, looking out the window. At least she had a bit of fresh air. She opened her lunch bag and smiled at the little note Vivian had left her on her sandwich.

"Uh, Zed? What are you doing? Zed?!" She heard a female voice speak up, but she ignored it. It was loud in the cafeteria. The hypersensitive hearing was not something she enjoyed.

She was caught off guard when a tray dropped in front of her, jumping and almost losing her apple in her hand. She looked up when a figure suddenly sat down in front of her. The same boy she had seen in the hallway this morning. She had run away as soon as she had caught him staring at her. She didn't want him to get any indications, but she was wrong about that.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I figured you may want someone to eat with, right?" He asked with a goofy grin. She swallowed the bite of apple and gave a small shrug, looking down at the table for a moment. Zed seemed to falter for a minute, before clearing his throat.

"I'm Zed. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He joked, holding out his hand for her to shake. "And yeah, I'm a zombie." He added.

Solara couldn't help but grin at the second part. "I kind of figured that out." She said, smirking, shaking his hand. "I'm Solara."

"Solara. A pretty name for a mysterious stranger." Zed teased, making her grin again. He then noticed the slight point of fangs from her smile. "Ah, so you're a werewolf? I know a few werewolves; they would love to meet you." He asked.

Her eyes widened and she pulled back, mouth shutting as she pushed her hair into her face. "Uh, no, no! I'm fine!" She stammered, looking down quickly. She hoped her hair hid her. Zed swallowed thickly, noticing the sudden change in demeanor.

"Okay, okay. Sorry. We don't have to meet any other werewolves." He said, throwing his hands up in defense. "Doesn't mean we can't talk. So, you're new here?" He asked, trying to ask more questions. He was going to pry a little, but if she shunned him, then he would take his leave. He figured he would at least try.

Solara looked at the table, before back up at him and nodding. "Well, welcome to Seabrook! It's not as peppy as it looks. Used to be full of a lot of prejudice. But we've changed, thanks to me." He teased. "I'm kidding. Thanks to a lot of us. But it's good to see more werewolves and zombies around here."

"But you still have zombie safe rooms in here?" Zed smiled when she spoke up again, and chuckled. "Yeah well, they were built before we were welcomed here. Now they're just used for storage." He spoke. They used to be small places to be alone with Addison, but now, he didn't think he could step into one anymore. Not for a while, anyway. They ate in silence for a moment. "So, your name. It means of the sun, right?" He asked.

Solara looked up at him, grey eyes bright. She nodded. "My mom gave me that name before she died." She sounded so morbid. Zed swallowed his pizza. "I'm so sorry." He said, wishing he could crawl under a rock. Way to make a first impression.

"My mom's dead too. It's just me, my dad, and my little sister Zoie." He explained. Solara looked up at him. "Zoie? How old is she?"

Zed raised an eyebrow. "She's eight and a half, why?"

"My foster brother, Ezekiel. He talks about her a lot. They're best friends." She explained with a smile. Zed had to think. Zoie did talk about a kid name Ezekiel a lot. Foster brother? She had a foster family?

"Now I know who to go to when they get into trouble." He said with a laugh and she smiled, before looking down. "I'm half werewolf." She finally spoke. Why was she telling him this now? "My mother was human; my dad was a werewolf. They died when I was a child." She explained to him.

"I'm sorry to hear that. But thanks for telling me what you are. I hope we can at least be friends. You had me curious as soon as I saw you in the hallway." Zed answered, trying to be sincere. But he was glad to have met her. The bell rang and he groaned. "Here we go again. It was nice to have met you Solara." He said.

She smiled softly. "Nice to meet you too." She added, watching as the boy stood up and dumped his tray before heading back over to his very confused friends. Solara felt her face flushed red as she looked down. What just happened?