Before the chapter starts I would like to ask you all something...

IS EVERYONE SLEEPING?! Seriously, why are my favorite stories not updating?! My alerts are dead, completely dead, this is unacceptable. When did everyone stop writing? I need to read more!

Done. But if you have any stories I have reviewed on or they are on my alert list you are not allowed to read this chappy til you update -_-

(? POV)

Two hours ago Marshall came busting through the front door of our cabin, a limp blonde girl it his arms. According to him, he knocked her out, after she fought back. On the way back he ran into a crowd of infected, Marshall killed them all, but clumsily shot the unconscious girl in the arm. Now I'm sitting next to the blood covered gray couch where she is laying, trying to figure out what to do.

(Back to Fionna's POV)

I wake up gasping for air, my left arm hurts like hell, what happened? The crazy guy just punched the side of my head, nothing with my side. Suddenly through my blurry vision I can make out another guy, for some reason he seems so much nicer. His peach colored skin has a hint of pink to it, red hair combed through better than mine, and a pink and black sweater vest with a white long sleeve shirt underneath. I hadn't even realized that I've been letting out a ear splitting scream for the past twenty seconds straight, so I try to calm down and speak but the boy beats me to it.

"It's okay, calm down." he brushes a stray piece of my golden blonde bangs away from my eyes, a faint smile on his face as his purple eyes look into mine. They pull me into a trace, which is soon broken by me again noticing the pain in my arm. He seems to pick up that it hurt when a small whimper escapes my lips as I try to see my arm. but I can't, so instead I look around the small room. It has a nice little kitchen area, table and chairs included, the couch I'm laying on with a small matching grey chair, and bunk beds in the corner next to a door. Then it hits me.

BMO isn't here, she's alone with a cat. And I don't even know for how long!

Now not only am in pain, but worried sick about the little girl I promised to take care of. The depressing grey colors in this room aren't helping either, everything is going wrong, I'm really screwing up today. The boy's voice breaks me out of thought, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I've got to get BMO." I state, sitting up a little to fast and end up grasping my arm in pain, only to be surprised by having a white bandages wrapped around my forearm, red stains signal it was or still is bleeding. My eyes dart to the red head, "What happened to my arm?"

He rubs the back of his neck nervously as I sit up straight on the couch, "You see Marshall-"

"Did somebody call me?" the same man who knocked me out came walking into the room, a red toothbrush hanging out of the right side of his mouth, holding a tan towel in his left hand, and only in a pair of black shorts with little red skulls on them. I gasp at the sight, anger filling me to the limit. "Blondie woke up?" he asked calmly, leaning against the doorframe which probably leads to a bathroom because his black hair is wet.

Right as I was about to tell this jerk, you I'm guessing is Marshall, off a familiar face flashes into my mind. I stand up, about to reach the door when somebody grabs my hand, of course it's the nice guy. He starts talking, "You can't leave! You got shot!" he argues. That explains my arm, but I still need to get back to BMO.

"I need to go get my friend-"

"But you're not even dressed!" he protests, and I blush. It was true, only a red plaid shirt kept me covered. But I need to get BMO, she's alone...

"Fine." I turn to the tall man standing not to far away, "Where did you put my clothes?!"

He shrugs, annoying me more, "I dunno, somewhere over there." he gestures toward a pile of clothes in the corner, just great. "Why don't you stay with us sweetheart? Bet that friends of yours can take care of themselves."

I glared at him, "My friend is a little kid, so shut your mouth and give me my clothes."

He groaned, then walked over to the pile of clothes and pulled out a neatly folded hoodie with bunny ears on the hood part, blue skinny jeans, and a pair of grey combat boots. After I got dressed in the bedroom the three of us sat in a circle, Marshall loading a shotgun while the nice guy, who I soon found out is named Gregory told me his baking skills. Soon enough it was time to leave, Marshall and Gregory refused to let me go alone, so the jerk of the two was coming with me. "Ready?" he asked, throwing me a loaded hand gun. Really safe there buddy.

"Yeah, how many of those things are out there?" I asked.

He tilted his head, "Probably five, six at the most. Gregory installed this awesome force shield thingy, it keeps them out. Lets kill some zombies!" he shouted, holding the shotgun he was loading earlier in the air and smiling at me.

"Zombies? Those aren't zombies." I argue.

"Oh then what are they? Kittens?" he asked.

"They are people like you and me... Just sick."

"Listen little bunny-" he grabbed me by the waist and opened the door, forcing me to look out at the infected trying to break an invisible wall. "Those things come from the depths of Hell, so don't tell me they are human, cause their not."

"How would you know?" I mumble.

"Because I came with them."

DIDN't HAVE TIME TO PROOFREAD!

Laptop broke two days ago, me and sister sharing one computer. It's her turn must let her on I'm rushing here ok plz forgive me for not updating!

BTW my prayers go out to the people of Boston!

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