Yay, I wrote something! Enjoy my crazy characters and general wierdness. :D

The darkskinned man made his way through the sparsely populated streets, clearly in a hurry. It wasn't like it would take him very long, even at normal speed; the town was hardly massive. But he really was in a hurry, and felt more comfortable moving as quickly as possible. Soon he reached his destination-a large building, surprisingly so considering its setting. He walked through the automatic doors and headed to an elevator. 'I still think having these is a miracle', he thought, 'we were bloody lucky to find those generators. Thank you, US military.' He chuckled to himself. Such a name hardly held any meaning anymore. Finally, he reached his destination floor, and the doors slid open. 'Sir!' He called, to the circular table in the shining silver room. A man across the room, observing their small settlement through a wide glass window, turned to answer him.

'Do you have anything to report, Jones?'

'They found one.'

The grizzled mans eyes grew wide. 'A...survivor?'

'Yes sir. We don't have a bloody clue how he's alive...but he is, and he's not showing any obvious signs of infection.'

His superior adjusted his beret, before speaking again. 'What state is he in?'

'He's unconscious at the moment, but we managed to get some information out of him before he passed out. He was conscious when he arrived, you see.'

'Indeed. What did he say?'

Only that his family...were dead, sir. And his name; Dean. Other than that, all we know isthat he appears to be of an eastern origin, and that he's in pretty bad shape, sir.'

'That's no surprise. Well, keep him under quarantine for a while, and under close inspection. We'll decide what to do with him later.' Jones saluted sharply, before turning and re-entering the elevator.

'I bloody hate doing that.' He relaxed his body, easing the sense of tension forced upon him by that room and its occupants. 'Do they have to stare at me like that? Even if it is an important message...' His thoughts were interrupted by the soft ding of the elevator, announcing its arrival at the ground.

'Top floor?' Jones turned to answer the young woman at the desk.

'Yes, unfortunately.'

'I take it you're back to work now?'

'As always.' She smiled warmly, and he almost returned the gesture before exiting, and beginning his patrol of the ten foot concrete wall bordering their village.

Dean awoke with a start, finding himself in an alien room. It looked like a metallic, hospital like room, but not quite as...humanitarian. This could be forgiven, what with the current apocalypse and all. 'Hi!'

Dean practically jumped out of his skin. He turned around, and behind him was a young, smiley, woman. She was wearing black sweatpants, and a red sports bra with random blue patterns. Her blonde hair was braided into an intricate ponytail draped over her left shoulder. Although she looked sweet and innocent, Dean couldn't help but feel that she wasn't to be messed with. 'Who are you?'

'My name is Julie! I came to see you. You looked lonely.'

'Yeah...uh, where am I?'

'Quaaaaarantine.' This girl just got weirder by the second. Half of the things she said, it was more like she sang them.

'If I'm in quarantine, how are you here?'

'They didn't let me in. I snuuuuck my way in. You can't lock me out.' She giggled childishly as she boasted of her talents.

'You know, you really don't strike me as one to survive in an apocalypse.'

'I have that effect on people...well the truth is I'm actually a master thief and assassin and all sorts of stuff, and I'm great with guns. I can look after myself...I just don't act like it!' She jumped in the air triumphantly as she spoke.

'Ok...why are you here? Why would you walk into a quarantined area to see the person inside?'

She raised an eyebrow. 'Well, you're not a zombie, which means you're immune. And you're not dead, which means you're awesome!'

Dean laughed. 'I like you. But, seriously, what is this place?'

'You should know, you dragged yourself here from who-knows-where. Why go somewhere you don't know?'

'I dragged myself here because it looked like, somehow, miraculously, people might be here. And somehow, still miraculously, they are. How?'

'I'm not sure. When reports started coming in around the states of 'zombie attacks', someone obviously got a lot of people together and built this big wall. Inside is about eight blocks of safety, probably the only real safety we have left now. But safety it is!' She smiled at Dean, throwing him off from her more serious tale. 'We have some animals and everything on a little farm. We're pretty much self-sufficient here. We even have some generators or something giving us power, so we can play videogaaaaames!' She seemed really excited by the concept. After a moment, she calmed down, and continued. 'Anyway, some people heard about this place and came here in case the rumours were true. The military and everything were too busy with the riots and stuff to stop them from building it, so we stayed and helped. And then...uh...' Suddenly, her demeanour completely changed. She looked down, obviously reliving the time in which the infected killed everyone who hadn't been taken by the virus. 'Well, you know the rest. But here we are, safe and sound.'

'Right...how long have you been here?'

'Not long. We sealed it all off about two weeks ago. And it's been all quiet since then.'

'Not even a tank broken in?'

'A tank?' She looked at him curiously. Dean was surprised that she didn't know- after all, tanks are hardly stealthy.

'You know, the big, mutated, muscular guys, who like nothing better than pounding survivors into a fine paste?'

'Oh, that guy! No, he hasn't tried to get in. Although you might be right. I wonder if he can punch through solid concrete...' Dean was too baffled by this girl to even try and figure out if she was being sarcastic. Dean realised he was missing something. 'Wait...shit! Where are my...'

'You mean these?' She grinned, holding up his two peculiarly shaped swords. 'What are they anyway? They're funky.'

'They're called hook swords, and they're family heirlooms,' he answered, reaching out in a futile attempt to snatch them from her, 'and they're pretty damn deadly, so give them to me.'

She answered that by moving them both fluidly in a swinging motion, moving into a near-perfect fighting stance, before advancing in a quick, deadly move, only stopping with the blade to his neck. 'You were saying?'

He stared for a moment, in complete shock. Finally he regained his senses and batted the blade away from his throat. 'Ok, I underestimated you. But they're still mine.'

'I know.' She relaxed, and handed him the twin blades. 'I don't steal from friends!'

'So...that makes us friends now?'

'Of course!' She danced around happily. 'What else did you think?'

'Great,' he thought. 'Now I'll never get rid of her.' He placed the blades to the left of the bed he had woken up on, and turned to look at her again, but she was gone. 'Uh, Julie?' He looked around the room, but found no evidence of her hiding, or how she had left. Or even how she had entered. He decided to forget about her, and hope she hadn't been a figment of his imagination. Instead he walked over to the large, and presumably airtight, window to the room. 'Hello?' he called. 'Who's out there?' A surprised looking black man dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, with a long, green coat that almost covered them both, strolled almost cautiously over to the window.

'You're awake?'

'No, I'm passed out. Look, I'm over there, unconscious.' The man-presumably in the military-laughed, before noting something down on a clipboard.

'That's good. How do you feel?'

'Other than the fact I'm probably going to die sometime soon, I'm just fine.'

'You'll be fine. Unless you turn into a zombie. Then I'll shoot you. If not, you'll be allowed to live here. So long as you do your part, you'll be accepted, and safe.'

'Well...that's good to hear. But when are you going to let me out of here?' Well you were out for a day, so you can come out tomorrow. It never takes longer than two days to turn, so you should be fine. I think if you were going to you would be showing signs of it by now if you hadn't already, so don't worry.'

'But you have to keep me here anyway, just in case?'

'Of course. Sorry about that. My name's Jones, by the way. Shout if you need something.'

'I'll keep that in mind. I'd shake your hand, but I find myself unable to at the moment.'

Jones chuckled. 'Enjoy your stay.' He turned and made his way back up the dark corridor, leaving Dean alone again.

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*zombie five*