A/N: So the name Zoey is obviously based on Left for Dead (which I do not own) but the physical description and the last name Jiron, those are a real person. My character Zoey is based on my co-writer Jordyn. So feel free to fall in love with that character as she isn't fictional ;)

"How long were you two together before the world ended?" I sat, cross-legged, leaned up against the ledge of the balcony behind me. I had been listening to Zoey tell her story about surviving as long as she had and all the people that she had come into contact with and the ones she had come to love and the ones she had lost. This story however, had her eyes all lit up, like it was yesterday and she was still a love struck teenager.

"Not exactly sure, I mean ya know, world ending and all. All I remember is that it was about a week after the funbars happened." I looked at her with a confusion that I had never felt before in my short life. I've heard a lot of things mentioned since the apocalypse but none of them were ever referred to as fun.

"Funbars?" Hoping for some sort of explanation, I threw the question out there. She chuckled at me and explained herself.

"Sorry, we called em' rotters. One day we were clearing a house, quiet neighborhood. Didn't look like much undead activity there, but there were some supplies to be taken. Then I heard my best friend scream from the back of the house, something about 'fucking undead nasty bitch ass rotter' followed by about 12 pistol rounds being fired. Turns out rotter had popped out of a closet and scared the piss out of Sarah, and they have been funbars to me ever since."

"Well, alrighty then, that's …. nice? So I am assuming that this Sarah girl is not the significant other that you were telling me about before?" I had a slight bit of hope that maybe I was wrong and that I was not alone. I mean I really needed someone to talk to about Tori.

"No, his name was Jake. He and I met a week before all hell broke loose. He and I were in a screening together when the virus had just become a recognizable thing. We were both cleared but we got left in the quarantined city anyway. The day that they were finally letting people out and 'trying to save us', I watched the door close on him from outside the city. He found me a few weeks later on the outside. We had each other's back for a long time. I lost him in a fire a while ago. We set some gas cans off to get a hoard of rotters away from us and one of them got a hold of him and dragged him back into the fire." I watched her eyes glisten as she told the story. I was thoroughly saddened to hear about her loss, but in an odd way I felt like she was lucky.

"At least you had someone to go through all this with." I didn't realize I had said it aloud until I felt Zoey's eyes on me.

"Anyone special out there that you are still holding a candle of hope for?" She asked me the question, and I didn't know how to answer her.

"Sort of."

TORI'S POV:

"Hey, that guy over there is holding a mini fridge! I'm gonna go check it out." Andre ran ahead of us toward the body of a man who appeared to have died as a human, bullet hole through the forehead and all. He looked to have been in his early twenties when he died, short dark hair, glasses, mustache growing in, old cargo shorts, and a halo t-shirt. There was an empty bottle of Coca-Cola next to him and in his clutches was in fact, a mini fridge, the kind that you have in a college dorm.

"BACON! THIS FRIDGE IS FULL OF BACON!" Andre shouted as though it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen in his life.

"I think you have been out in the sun too long buddy."

"NO TORI, I SWEAR THIS THING IS FULL OF BACON!"

"Ok, Andre, whatever you say, you just gotta stop yelling, you're gonna startle something and we are running low on ammo and supplies." It had been a couple weeks now since we had hit a good spot for supplies. We were headed in what I hoped was a good direction to change that fact. It wasn't looking good though, I think we were the first living things that had been here for quite some time. I looked around the seemingly deserted street that we were walking down and I was suddenly aware of how far Andre's voice had echoed. I would hate to have to face a hoard now, especially since they could come from anywhere and we would run out of bullets long before we ran out of them. As if on cue, I hear a squeak that can only be described as a majorly distressed kitten, followed immediately by gunfire, and a car alarm. Cat had tripped on a wonky manhole cover and her weapon had misfired, and now we were all screwed.

"CAT! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"

"I'm sorry you guys, I didn't mean to. At least we'll all die together right?"

"NOT HELPING!" We all screamed at her as the cloud of the undead descended upon us, and we hoped for the best.

JADE'S POV:

"And you never got to tell her?"

"No, I mean I had no way of knowing that the world was about to end. I figured that I would have time to talk to her about it when we graduated maybe." I knew that I was making excuses to Zoey, but it was all true in actuality I thought that I was going to be able to sit down with her and have a conversation. Maybe ask her out or something, but then the world ended and I was stuck.

"So do you know if she is still out there?"

"I have no idea but I really hop…" I was cut off by what sounded like a car alarm and gunfire.

"What the hell is that?"

"I dunno, lets go check it out." We gathered the things that we would need to fight off a hoard if we happened upon one. Both Zoey and I looked through our scopes, quickly scanning the streets below for any signs of struggling survivors. She found them first.

"I see them! There's a giant ass hoard of rotters down there, we gotta go like now!" Zoey jumped up and started running towards the stairwell that we had been using to get back and forth from the floor that we were 'living' on and the roof that we were shooting from every day.

"Where the hell are you going?!"

"Oh I dunno, I was thinking Chinese for dinner, where the hell do you think I'm going? To the survivors."

"This way is faster." I reached into the backpack at my feet and pulled out grappling hooks and repelling equipment, quickly hooked it all together and threw myself over the edge of the 10 story building.

"Well why the hell didn't you say something sooner?" She called after me, and I chuckled as I expertly crawled down the face of the building into the hoard below. Amazingly my new friend was right behind me yelling at me the whole way down.

We hit the ground at a dead sprint, running towards the sounds of gunfire, car alarms, and what can only be described as girlish screams and sailors cursing. You would be amazed how good you get at running with a machete in your hand without hurting yourself, I guess Zoey had learned the same running with her katana for so long. At this point we didn't even bother pulling the big guns off our backs or the 45's off our hips. We figured if we needed them, we would know. Until then, all we knew was that blades don't need reloading. We came up behind where all the excitement was and found the source of the beeping. I started hacking off heads with my machete while behind me, Zoey rolled a pipe bomb under the car and used the rest of her arm motion to pull her shotgun off her back and start dropping zombies left and right over my head. The offending vehicle exploded alerting the survivors to our presence, though our movements never faltered. We heard the boom and kept on hacking. As we pushed forward there was a brief pause while Zoey traded her shotgun for her katana again then appeared to my left and we cut through the hoard faster then ever. It was funny actually that I found someone I worked so effortlessly with. We didn't plan, everything just happened. We finally made it to the survivors and I nearly fainted when I found myself eye to eye with someone I never thought I would see again.

Tori Vega.