Disclaimer: I do not own Zombieland, but I happily take full credit for Rachel/Brooklyn! (:

AN: thank you again for reviewing and subscribing and the likes! I really appreciate it, and I've happily decided to continue this and make it into a full story. Seeing as it is summer, I might even be able to update every other day. (Yes I do have a life though)

Here is chapter 3 of AFtH! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 3

I must have been sitting on the ground in shock for at least ten minutes, because the tall brunette girl started to get a worried look across her face. I cleared my throat to try to say thank you, but I couldn't manage any words. I noticed that there was a shorter girl with her, also brunette. So, instead of continuing to try and say something, I moved over to collect my gun, and decided to stand up.

"Say something...anything...please?" the shorter girl whined. She too had a worried look on her face.

"Have you been bitten?" the taller girl asked. I only managed to shake my head.

"I...um..." I struggled to get a clear word out. "Thank you."

The older girl simply nodded. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. I never expected there to be any survivors, especially none that are so freaking ho-...um no I didn't just think that. Can't get attached now can we. Ugh.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my waist. My eyes shot open and my hand instinctively moved quickly towards my gun. The older one seemed to be noticing what was happening because I heard her cock her shotgun .I stopped myself from shooting what was on me, realizing that I was being hugged, not attacked. I looked down to see that the younger girl was holding me tightly.

"I'm so glad you're not hurt." she mumbled into my shirt.

I looked over the girl to see a pissed brunette aiming her shotgun at me. She tried to play it off as tough, but since I was highly skilled at reading body language, I could see in her eyes that she was more worried that I would shoot the younger girl than she was angry. So, to re-assure her that I wasn't going to shoot, I wrapped my arms around the girl hugging me. I started to smirk once I noticed the brunette moving closer towards us, putting her hand on the shorter girl's shoulder.

I took a step back, breaking off the hug, but not moving to far away. I decided that this was a good time to introduce myself.

"I'm Brooklyn, by the way." I said, smiling warmly and extending my hand to whoever would take it. Not to my surprise, the younger one took my hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm Little Rock, and it's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled brightly at me, and I happily returned the smile. I had a feeling that this wonderful little girl would start to grow on me, but I didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'm Wichita." The other girl said coldly. I half smiled at her, and extended my hand to her. She accepted with a stiff handshake, but once again her eyes betrayed her, because I saw a flash of happiness in her eyes. Seeing that made a huge grin grow across my face, and oddly enough, that caused her to smile too. I let go of her hand and stood beside her, facing Little Rock.

I took this chance to...well...check her out I guess through the corner of my eye. She was almost as tall as me, and had a gorgeous hair colour of dark brown with a hint of red throughout it. Her skin was nicely tanned, not the horrible tan that you used to see on cougars and on the people from Jersey Shore, it was not to dark but not too pale. She had what seemed to be a fit body, but I couldn't tell because she was wearing a kick-ass leather jacket. From the jeans she was wearing, and the white v-neck, I could tell that we had a very similar sense of style. Sweet.

I decided to avert my eyes from the strikingly beautiful girl, and try to pay attention to what they were discussing. I could tell that these two were going to be a big part of my life, whether I liked it or not.

We decided to search the rest of the armoury, making sure that there were no more zombies or those fucked up dogs. Searching multiple rooms, open doors or not, was a lot less intense than it was on my own. It was also a relief that I didn't have to worry about anything coming up behind me, because Wichita had my back. It was a little unsettling because I had a strange feeling that she secretly wanted to shoot me. Oh well, I should probably start getting used to it.

I didn't mind one bit that I had to cover Little Rock's back, because she was already starting to feel like a little sister to me. I couldn't help but worry, and it seemed to be part of my instincts to protect this girl with my life. As if on cue, she turned around in front of me and gave me a warm smile that told me that I didn't have to worry at all. I returned the smile and motioned for her to carry on.

Checking out the rest of the building for any sign of threat didn't take very long because they had already searched most of it before coming to my much needed rescue. After about half an hour, we head back to the big room that contained all the ammo and guns. I had expected this place had been raided already, and that there was no more ammo or guns. I was totally caught off guard when I saw that there was still some ammo and a few pistols left in the room. I turned out to be totally in luck since there was tons of magnum ammo for my Deagle, and not to mention lots of machine gun ammo for my Scar (the FN SCAR-H that I mentioned earlier) that was slung across my back.

After I had gathered all the ammo I could carry in my pockets and in the ammo pouches on my belt, I helped Little Rock search for her rifle ammo that was used with her Winchester rifle. I had to admit that I was a little jealous of her because that was such a nice gun. After a little persuasion and begging from me, she agreed to let me use it one day. I couldn't say that I've been happier.

We got all we could manage to carry, and just in case, I decided to take a quick look around for anything else that may be useful. Near the back of the room, there was a big shelf of knives and short swords. But one set of knives in particular caught my eye. I picked them up, one in each hand, and examined them closely. They had an amazing aluminum blade with wooden handles, and measured around 19 inches. I twirled them around in my hands quickly before putting them away in the sheaths that I found beside them.

"Hey! Let's get moving, I'm getting tired!" Wichita was yelling at me from the entrance of them room. Ugh. Whatever. I found what I need.

"Alright, I'm coming." I yelled back at her. I jogged back towards the entrance, and we started to make our way back to the make-shift beds we had made for ourselves.

My "bed" of sorts was set up in the middle between Wichita and Little Rock. Little Rock was busy telling me their story while Wichita made little comments here and there, adding her side of the story to it no doubt, and I nodded at the appropriate times. It was really quiet interesting that they came such a far way before they had met up with me, and they had told me that they were heading to some amusement park called "Pacific Play Land" out west that was supposedly zombie free. I hoped that they would be kind enough to take me with them, but I told myself not to get my hopes up.

Once they had finished telling me all about their experiences in this new world, I slowly started to drift off into a deep sleep. My last thoughts were hoping that I didn't end up having that dream around them.

My luck for the day ran out as that dream painfully flowed through my subconcious.

What do you think? :) I can honestly say I like this chapter, especially since its 2:00 in the morning and I just finished it. I'm sorry if they seem a bit off character, and don't worry, Tallahassee and Columbus will come around soon, but not just yet. And there will be more zombie ass kicking action I promise! I'm really excited to continue this story, and if you have any suggestions or comments or hateful words, feel free to speak your mind!

I'm already working on chapter four, so that should be up in about three or four days. Until then, thank you for reading and goodnight!