A/N: I do not know why it has taken me so long to update, other than Junior year of college starting, (which actually may be it) so here goes a second chapter. I LOVED all my reviews and hope to see more of them in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own victorious or anything else in this story except its plot. J

JADE'S POV:

Ya know I always thought I would be excited about the zombie apocalypse. I always felt prepared for it. I had seen all the right movies, played all the right video games, read all the right books. Hell, I had a copy of Max Brooks highlighted like a damn bible. I was prepared for the death and destruction that no doubt comes with an apocalypse, and I was prepared for the mess that my mother became when her comfortable life was disrupted. I was even prepared when my mother was turned into one of those soulless, writhing, moaning creatures that we were running from. What I wasn't prepared for was the loneliness that I felt at not having my friends around me. Not having anyone around me for that matter. Yeah, yeah I know, Jade West misses someone, alert the media. But as much as I acted like I couldn't care less about them, they were a crucial part of my life for a long time. And being completely alone and having your life in danger constantly starts to wear on your sanity.

At least I had become a good shot for all that was worth. And when your gun is the only thing keeping you alive, being a good shot is worth a hell of a lot. I found myself in my usual thinking spot, lying prone on top of an abandoned building, sniper rifle in hand. It was one of the few tall buildings left standing, and the best sniping point in the city. Not only could you see every zombie for miles, but it was far enough up in the sky that if you looked up, you could still find shapes in clouds and pretend that the world was normal, and not hell on Earth. Finding shapes is what I had been doing for a while until I heard the tell-tale death rattle of the undead. I flipped back over onto my stomach and pressed my eye to my scope. There was the normal three or four walkers, meandering around but the strange thing about them was that they were all walking the same direction. Normally they are entirely unaware of each other and will even run into one another without showing any, well anything.

"Help! Can anyone hear me?! I'm out of ammo, is anyone else alive?!" I heard the screams and it took me a minute to find her in my sights. Once I did, I saw the flash of a katana as she picked off the walkers that had her down and I the four that were shambling toward her. She looked shocked and thoroughly relieved that someone had heard her. And upon seeing her confusion I yelled down to her.

"I'm coming to get you, I'll be right there!" And so I made my trek down through the 10 story building that I had been perched atop for three days. Once I made it down to her she was standing and had managed to pull herself together, retrieving her would be useless shot gun from the ground, after I'm sure seeing her life flash before her eyes. She looked like she couldn't be older than 20, average height, slim figure, dark skin, and a frizzy mess of black hair, tied as best as could be atop her head.

"So, um thanks for saving my life. I'm Zoey Jiron."

"Jade West. Nice to meet you, sorry its was under these circumstances though I guess."

"Yeah well, all things considered, its not so bad. We're both still alive aren't we?" She glanced around us, I'm sure looking for more walkers. I made no notice of the action. I did it myself sometimes. It becomes second nature when you spend so many months fighting for your life every day.

"So not to cut off this lovely and some what nerve wracking conversation but is there anywhere around here that we can go without the massive risk of being turned into appetizers or…?"

"Of course, I've been living down the block for a couple weeks now so follow me."

"Living? What do you mean living? You do realize that there is an apocalypse going on out here right?" I chuckled at my new found comrades incredulous concerns, but she followed me all the same.

"Hey, in a world like this, I'm living in the damn White House."

"How can you say that when you just had to literally save my life from the living dead?!"

"I have hot, running water." I had never seen someone's eyes light up that quickly in my life, and I got the sudden feeling that maybe this one was going to stay with me.

TORI'S POV:

"Are you guys still in Famous Footwear?"I called out to Andre on the walkie-talkie system that we had picked up a few months prior. They have come in very handy on the several occasions where the four of us have to split up and go look for supplies, kind of like we were doing now.

"Yes, because Cat is trying on everything. I can't get her to pick out tennis shoes, I've talked her out of three pairs of Stilettos, can you come help me please!?"

"Yes we're coming." I turned to Beck and threw the water filter that was sitting in front of me to him as he was digging through what was left of the canned food looking at expiration dates. We refused to survive the zombie apocalypse and then die of food poisoning. I took the spooled length of rope that was in my hand and wrapped it around my body. "Come on Beck, lets go see if we can talk Cat into some ADIDAS and out of the high heels." He and I grabbed the other things that we had been digging through and threw them into the supply bag, I figured that we could dig through it later and repurpose whatever we couldn't use. Beck and I walked back to back down to the shoe store where we had left Andre and Cat a couple hours ago. I opened the door and heard the pleading sound of Andre's voice, clearly exhausting yet another attempt to get Cat into sensible, running for your life, shoes.

"Come on little red, you know that you can't run in those. And I don't want you to get eaten."

"Andre, I don't like the shoes you picked out, they don't have sparkles."

"Ok Cat, if he finds you some tennis shoes that are sparkly, will you wear them, and can we leave?" I pleaded with her, hoping that Andre hadn't already tried my angle.

"Kk." She was her same old bubbly self, it was like the death and awful around us hadn't touched her at all.

"Fantastic, Andre, get the shoes, Beck, keep her away from the heels, I'm gonna go watch the door." I walked back to the entrance of the once popular store, pulled a small pair of binoculars out of my pocket and scanned the area. Seeing a couple walkers off in the distance, I pulled my rifle off my back and popped out a couple quick headshots through my silenced barrel.

"Found em!" Andre had literally never sounded as happy as he did in that moment, and neither did Beck when he was finally allowed to let go of Cat and go back to doing productive things. I smiled to myself and then resigned myself to the rest of the task at hand.

"Ok guys, get Cat in her shoes and suit up, we still have a few more stores to check before nightfall." And so the search continues.