I'm so happy I got to update before I thought I would! WOW! 78 views I feel so special! And thank you for all your wonderful characters! And to answer anyone who was curious, yes I was thinking about Blood on the Dance Floor when naming the last chapter. I suppose I have to put a disclaimer on that now.

No, I am not in anyway associated with BOTDF or Dahvie Vanity. OBVIOUSLY.

All better.

After finalizing my decision, I began to wonder. Was I really the only one left? Surely out of the millions of people in the country, I was not the chosen one… country… or could it be the entire world? Of course, not everyone is as lucky as me and had passed out under a mattress for who knows how long… There had to be some irony in that.

It became a concern, now that I was outside, in broad daylight just walking cotton candy to the zombies, that I did not in fact have a vehicle, or any experience on how to drive one unless you count a golf cart(Which I had drove into a pond anyways.) It also became clear that I was not going to make it all the way to Russia by foot. And as I spot the coffee shop in which I had spent more time in then my own home, I briefly remember the owner… His son… His son owned a Suzuki motorcycle, black and cyan… I had always wanted that bike… And if I were lucky…

I make my way to the other side of the café. There, sparkling in the sun like a gay vampire, was my bike. I decided to name it Jasper on the count of my dead brother, whom was shot during the demolition of our city… Also because of the gay vampire BUT THAT IS OF NO ONE'S BUISNESS.

Of course, there was no one to make it their business. I started to feel so alone… But I had Jasper… and the molotovs. SOOOOOOOO many molotovs. I smile to myself. I may be zombie candy, but I'm a hot tamale. I'm not going down without burning something.

By that night, I had reached Lacrosse, WI. It felt so strange, my phone hadn't buzzed once that day. It wasn't like I expected someone to update their Facebook in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, it's just… I was so used to seeing a new message. And now that I hadn't had one in over seven hours… I felt like I was the only person who existed. And I thought I'd have to really get used to this being alone thing… Until I heard the sound of a chainsaw. VVRRMM VRRRRMMMM VVVVRRRRRRRRREMMMMMMMMMM!

Now. I couldn't be sure. But. I'm pretty sure you'd have to be the world's smartest zombie to be able to start a chainsaw… or the clumsiest. So, just to be sure Albert Einstein's corpse was not revving this beautiful death machine I heard, I peer around the corner of a park building to see who it really was.

A HUMAN. A LIVING. BREATHING. INTELLIGENT HUMAN BEING! THANK THE LORD!

Although… one of the male species would have been better. Better luck next time.

"Excuse me…" I say quietly, but realizing you can't hear anything over the chainsaw, I shout, "EXCUSE ME! YOU ARE NOT A ZOMBIE SO IT WOULD BE NICE TO TALK TO YOU!"

A disfigured head is thrown, and the chainsaw stops. And here comes the golden flipping goddess with a chainsaw and guts. "I am certainly not a zombie… all though I could have mistaken you for one." She squints her eyes. Oh lord no.

"We aren't in high school blondie, let's not act like it. So what's your name?" I ask, resisting the greater urge of taking that chainsaw and chopping her head off with it.

She laughs. "Like I'm going to tell you my name." An awkward moment passes, she tips her head and her face brightens. "Hi!" I give her a look. "Where'd you come from?" I look behind me, wondering if there was another person, but realize she is in fact talking to me.

"Minneapolis…" I answer hesitantly. Why the sudden change in moods?

"I'm from Buffalo." She smiles. "Where are you going?"

"Russia…" I say, peering behind her. Something moved. "I hear it's safe there… stay still." I pull out my revolver and just as the zombie comes out from hiding, shoot him right between the eyes.

"You got a good aim with that gun of yours." She points out. Duh. I move over toward the zombie. Peering at it carefully. It's arm twitched and I shot it again. "You should really shoot things twice."

"Thank you." I say, but not meaning it.

"What's your na-"

"No time for names!" I say as I see a hoard of zombies rushing toward us. "I'll give you a ride, come on!" We run to the motorcycle, and as I am still learning how to handle it, we shake from one side to the other, until we get on a straight path and away from the zombies.

"Where's the nearest airport?" I ask as we get on to the highway.

"North Dakota." She answers.

I groan.

OK! Character number two! Hope you are happy with miss bipolar. Oh look BOTDF again.

Sorry. Anyways I'm excited for the next chapter, hopefully there will be more characters… I already know who comes in next but YOU better hope for more characters… you will all just love our little North Dakota! And who knows who else(: Until then…

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