'How many damn Zombies am I going to have to kill before they get my message?'

I had to turn my windshield wipers on every two fucking minutes because theses damn things kept running at the car like they're going to be able to kill me.

They stopped, why'd they stop? I looked around and slowed down a little. Nothing. 'How far have I driven?'

The car started making popping sounds until it stopped. "No!" I yelled, banging my head onto the steering wheel. Now I was actually screwed.

I looked up and something shiny caught my eye, a fence? Well I might as well go check it out, not like sitting in a truck was going to protect me when there's a broken window.

I grabbed the strap to my bag and pulled it with me as I got out. I looked around again and blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't seeing anything, than I just walked towards the gleaming fence.

The walk was barley a mile long, so it was nothing. The fence was taller than me, although most things were; I was a good 5'5".

My fingers lightly touched the fences cold metal before it swung open with a creaking sound. A gargling came up behind me, like if someone was cleaning their throat with mouth wash.

I spun around, fists ready. But, when I turned, someone else hit it against the head with a shovel. Beating its head until it imploded.

"You alright?" A smooth voice filled my ears and I ripped my gaze from the smashed zombie in front of me, looking up to see where the voice had come from.

My heart started pumping at an alarming rate and my palms got sweaty under my fingerless gloves. Yeah, I'm attracted to men, so?

This guy was, of course, taller than me. His hair was about shoulder length, black and greasy. He didn't have any bangs. He had a reassuring smile plastered on his pure white face, which showed in his deep hazel eyes. 'I wonder how old he is…'

He snapped his fingers in front of my face and I blinked, coming back to life. "You're sane right? Or did I just kill a zombie just so I could be killed by another?" I couldn't hold back a smile, ugh I felt like a chick.

"No, I'm human." He copied my smile before dropping his weapon.

"Good, you wanna come inside?" I nodded, not taking a chance like this and leaving it in the dirt. He turned around and started walking into the fenced in area. I just absentmindedly followed.

"So…" I spoke up; the creaking of the gate told me it was closing. The guy turned a corner and walked up a large staircase, having me at his heels. "Is it just you or…?" He turned his head too look over his shoulder to me before we reached the top.

"No, there are five others." He pushed open a grey door. "FRESH MEAT!" He yelled, my eyes getting wide.

"Wh-What?" I stuttered, he looked at me and laughed.

"Don't worry; we use that when we find others." I calmed down a little as he led me into the hallway, a staircase near the end.

"We're in the living room!" A female voice called, but it was faint so she must've been down the stairs.

"You have a girlfriend?" I saw the man give me a smirk and I felt my head tilt a little.

"I seem straight, don't I?" I shot my gaze to him, looking him up and down. He had quite a body.

"Well… Yeah you do." A cute laugh erupted out of his throat as he led me down the stairs.

"Well I'm not. Hope you're not homophobic." I saw his face fill with fear even if it was only a fraction of it.

"Homophobia is gay." I told him, laughing. A wide grin took over his face.

"Clever."

"Thanks." I smiled, blushing almost.

The room he led me in was huge, and it was tricked out. A huge couch was sitting a few feet away from a huge open kitchen. A large table, which had people sitting at it, was being covered with a board game. There was also a T.V. and multiple racks of movies.

"Where'd you get all of this?" I couldn't hold back,

"There are stores EVERYWHERE about a mile or so in the direction you came from."

"So you just… take it?"

"Well yeah, practically everyone is dead, so why not?" I shrugged. The guy gave me an adorable smile before speaking. "Guys," The people at the table all turned to look in our direction. "Come and introduce yourselves." He demanded.

Three girls stood up with two boys, they were all dark haired and pale white. 'Jesus! Did I get myself into a got cult or something?' Each one crowed around us and I started to panic, I was way too claustrophobic.

"Can, Can I have some room, puh-please?" I couldn't help but stutter.

"Sorry!" I heard a girl saw. They all backed away, forming somewhat of a straight line.

The first person, a girl, seemed to be the most hardcore. She had tattoo sleeves and, from what I could see, a tattoo on her chest. She was also unnaturally thin and had looped spider bites, a stud nose ring, and her right eyebrow was pierced. She had long black hair, with blonde on the inside, and a large side bang covering her left eye. She smiled at me, "Hello, I'm Alicia." She waved, exposing an opened eye tattoo on her palm. I waved back.

The girl next to her was much less punk, but a bit thicker. This girl's hair was cut boy style, and she had a Monroe piercing. Her hair, out of all of them, was the lightest. Hers was so brown it was almost blonde. She waved to me also. "Hia! I'm Jamia!" She flashed a toothy grin.

Another girl stood next to her. This one had hair like the guy who saved me, only she had bangs and it wasn't greasy. She had no tattoos or piercings, but her eyebrows looked drawn on, and her smirk looked fake. Great, there always has to be a bitch in the group. "I'm Lynz." She spoke; trying to sound like it was the greatest name ever.

I nodded and moved on. The guy behind her was freakishly tall, he had to be, at least, six feet, give or take a few inches. His hair was a sort of light brown, like mine, except his was more of a maw hawk then mine. He was also extremely skinny, sort of like a straw. He seemed like the nerdy one, we'll get alone perfectly. "Hi…" Oh! He's the socially awkward one! "I'm Mikey…" We exchanged smiles and I went to the last guy.

He was more muscular then any of the others, more beefy I guess. His hair was a huge afro, and it was too easy to spot that it was dyed black. He was another with no piercings or tattoos. "Ray," He outstretched his hand. I took it and shook it. His grip was surprisingly hard. "Nice to meet you." I smiled.

"You too." He let go and I turned to the guy who saved me. He just smiled slyly.

"I'm Gerard," Now that name was cute. "And I don't recall you ever saying your name." He laughed, I couldn't help but follow.

"Frank. I'm Frank." I looked around to the people I'd just met as they all moved back to the couch and table.

"Go on Frank." My name on Gerard's tongue sent shiver of pleasure down my spine. "Make yourself at home."

I walked over to the couch and lay down. The couch curved, so Mikey was still able to sit on it.

I began to replay what's happened in the past hour I've been alive. Soon my brain took over and I felt my eyes get droopy. Soon everything was black and I felt dead again.