It's a short chapter I admit, but the next one should be longer. Mostly because it involves Cry and I enjoy writing Cry. It's like writing me in a sense which is always nice. Anyhow, more youtubers of course. I would just have Cry and Pewds, but I would need more to apply more of an effect. I can't really just do the whole "two people in a zombie infested world". It seems rather redundant and less interesting.

But I'm rambling. I'm sorry for the late response. This is more of a relaxing story that I write when I feel like it than an actual "plan and write 24/7" sort of story. I have already begun chapter 4 and it should be something less amusing than this chapter. In all honesty, the only reason that this chapter is going to be like it is is because of my sister who actually aided me with this set of youtubers. She's more versed in these upcoming ones and was able to give me basic characteristics and ideas for what happens.

Of course, if I ever write "amusing" in a chapter it will be short. Word to remember.

But yeah, read/follow/favorite/review

I don't own these youtubers obviously. It's just a fictional story I fancied writing.

Ciao~

Walking with Corpses

Chapter 3

MINX POV

You know what?

I'm just going to say this right now.

I fucking KNEW this would happen.

Sometime in my lifetime. Sometime in some other person's lifetime. I didn't care. I just knew that this would happen. So many movies and video games about this that somebody was bound to make some sort of virus to actually recreate the effect right? Common sense.

Granted, I suppose it would have been nice if it waited a few weeks. I mean, if I had a heads up I would probably have brought a gun of some sort of even a katana. Just something as protection because everyone knows that once you're in a zombie apocalypse, charm and adorableness isn't going to save you anytime soon. That's one hell of a one way ticket towards the afterlife.

But nonetheless, if it had to choose a day to occur, Cry's birthday was the prime day to do exactly just that.

"Michelle?" I looked over at Krism. She was leaning forward on her seat, the seatbelt straining against her as she narrowed her eyes ahead. "What is that? Wait… no. Who is that?"

Blinking, I strained my eyes ahead and saw what she meant. Was that an actual human or just another walker? I mean, really. We've already seen plenty but we drove past them instead of full on engaging. It wasn't that we were incapable because that was nothing but utter lies; it's just that if we had a way to avoid it, we were going to avoid it. Don't take on something if you can diverge from it altogether.

"Zombie or human?" I muttered, brushing a purple strand out of my face.

Krism shook her head, "Honestly? I don't know. It looks and walks human like, but it could well be an infected person." I shrugged and continued driving, slowing down.

The human-zombie-thing was definitely… a sight to see. It was fairly obese looking and sported a white Eskimo hoodie with a white hat and… pretty much everything and anything white. It was hobbling left and right. I watched with amusement when it tried to roll over the steel guards on the side of the road.

"What should we do?" Krism asked and I pursed my lips, shrugging.

"Run it over?" I offered and then grinned. Oh god, what if I hit it so hard that it flew a few feet in the air before bouncing? God that would be priceless! Hilarious as well. Oh God.

I didn't hear Krism's reply for I was already picking up speed. I noticed the snowman-zombie-human-thing pull down its white face guard. A second later a muffled "stop" sounded out and I paused. I was already speeding up past 60 mph. If I slow down now, I can probably just kind of hit him – just a small tap compared to a full on collision. He'll still get hit, but it will be a kind of hit.

"Hold on," I spoke with a grin as I meticulously slowed down.

As we neared the snowman, who was now waving its arms, I slowed down. It was a very even descent. Not a screech to be heard.

I was right in the end. I did end up hitting it.

Well, not really hitting it. More like it bumped it and the snowman… fell over.

And rolled away.

Over an actual zombie who had no legs. It looked confused as fuck when the squealing and mildly cursing man rolled off of it and continued to kind of… loll away. I held back snickers as Krism laughed lightly. Why did the internet have to go down so early? I would have loved to post this.

"Should we help him?" Krism questioned and I sighed.

"Yeah. Yeah I guess." Rummaging through the back seat, I pulled out a gift wrapped box.

Krism didn't let my ripping at the paper go unheard. "Hey! Isn't that for Ryan?"

I shrugged, "Was for Ryan. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I used it. Besides, I've wanted to swing this baby since we bought it." Opening the case, I pulled out the katana. It was sleek and brand new. My fingers itched to wrap themselves around its bandaged wrapped handle. Oh all the games I have played and wished to be the actual attacker.

My dreams have come true at last.

"Minx!" I blinked and looked up to see Krism rolling her eyes at me. "Stop drooling over the blade." I wiped my mouth and gave her a cheeky grin. She chuckled but moved around me to unlock the doors.

Pulling the key out of the ignition, I stick the keys in my jeans and wrap my fingers around the blade. Krism pulled out a pocket knife that we always had in the glove compartment. I was tempted to mention just how bad ass she looked sporting that knife, but decided that perhaps it wasn't the best time at this moment. It would still earn a blinding grin though which would still make it totally worth it.

When we got out of the vehicle, we were immediately hit with the muggy air that Florida was well known for. It was warm and the underlying stench of death hung in the air like a thin layer of fog. I crinkled my nose and noticed Krism doing the same. It's amazing how a few hours can change the world so drastically.

I didn't waste time. I mean, I have been wanting to use this weapon for the longest time. Slicing and dicing, blood along the asphalt. I've played too many murderer games and apocalyptic scenarios and now my fingers were itching to attack.

Krism called me rash a lot. She called me a lot of things on occasion when I went through things without methodically thinking things through. Thick headed and imprudent being the most common. These were definitely there in the air as she shouted after me. It was too late. I was already dashing down the concrete, sneakers slapping asphalt and eyes sharpening as I approached the figure that may or may not be a zombie.

If I had taken my time and observed the scene, I suppose I could have done better taking care of the problem. I could have seen the marshmallow figure waving around and pointing next to me. I could have avoided another zombie grasping my leg and bringing me down.

"God dammit!" I cried in outrage, annoyed that of all things to stop me it would be a blasted zombie.

I growled as I heard Krism's shriek and kicked the zombie in the face, getting up briefly before the same one grabbed my foot. It tried to munch on my sneakers but it was a no-go. Thank god for that. Krism was on her way but I was stubborn. I could take care of this.

By this point, Mr. White-and-Fluffy was currently squawking at the zombie that was trying to grasp him in its decomposing fingers. I managed to once again kick of the zombie, with a little more force to hopefully postpone it for the time being, and walked over to the legless creature.

Grinning – possibly maniacally – I slash the katana in my grip and watch with satisfaction as the head of the legless zombie rolled off. I held back a snicker as the blood spray fell on the white marshmallow. He sounded so feminine it was amusing. For funsies, I wiped my (yes it is now mine. I used it. Cry isn't here. This is now mine) katana blade along the white jacket, giggling at the squeals I got.

I lightly tap him with my bloodied sneakers. He immediately cried out with "No! Don't eat me! I'm too young to die!"

I rolled my eyes and kept tapping him, watching as he rocked back and forth. All the while he kept wailing as if he totally didn't see me decapitate a zombie in front of him.

"I'm too beautiful!" I scoffed and he pouted. "Too handsome?" I rolled my eyes again and was tempted to scare him.

In all that, I temporarily forgot about the other zombie.

Letting out a shriek of surprise, I felt my leg being pulled back and fell. The zombie – efficient little devil – didn't hesitate to climb up my legs to get closer to my face. I clenched my fingers around the handle of my katana only to find it was no longer in my grasp. I struggled under the dead weight (literally) to look for it and found it just out of my reach. Stretching, I grunted to grab the blade before those decomposing maulers feasted on my blood.

Behind me, Mr. I-Shriek-Like-A-Bloody-Girl was crying out for help. I would have chewed his ass out had I not been pinned under this persistent zombie. Ugh. How can a dead person weigh this much? I swear it looked so much easier in video games.

"Krism?" I called out wearily as the zombie's yellow eyes began to show too much HD for its close proximity.

"On it, love." With that I felt the movement of the walker – er… crawler – cease. The body went rigid and stiff. A second later, someone above me kicked it aside and the head lolled with it so I can finally appreciate my savior.

Krism stood with the army knife tightened in her grip. Her eyes were steel and blood now dripped off the blade slowly.

I grinned. "Did I ever tell you that you look too sexy for your own good carrying that knife?"

Rolling her eyes, Krism smirked, holding out her hand. "Too many times actually. Every time when trying to flatter me out of scolding you if I remember correctly."

Grasping her hand, I allowed her to help me up. After dusting pants, I smiled cheekily at my lovely wife. "I don't remember doing any of that. Clearly you are mistaken. Am I not allowed to compliment my kick ass wife?"

Krism's face reddened a gorgeous shade of red but she nudged me, not having a remark to shoot back. I chuckled and turned so we were both facing the white marshmallow of a man.

"Now then," I began, lightly kicking the man, "who are you? Clearly you're not a walker and I don't think you are bitten unless a zombie miraculously evolved with some meter long teeth to boot."

The white-dressed man ceased his moving and I could hear a sigh escape from somewhere. "Help me take all this off, will you? I'd think you would recognize me by now."

I glanced at Krism and saw she too was furrowing her brows at his remark. Shrugging, we get to taking off the clothing.

Five minutes later and we were still removing layers.

"How many layers of clothing do you have on?" I complained loudly, forcing a parka off of his shoulders as Krism pulled off one of his many beanies. "How are you not sweating in there anyways? I don't know if you realize this, but you are in fucking Florida."

The man rolled his eyes as he watched us. He couldn't really do much since his arms were so restricted. After a few seconds of grumbling, he smiled mirthfully and spoke all-knowingly, "I was born in a toaster you know. I have kind of a long endurance when it comes to being burnt on the edges."

Toaster… where have I heard that before?

Glaring at his apparent joking self, I pull off a plaid shirt. It was here that I realized we were close to his first layers. Mostly by the thick sheen of sweat that was beginning to pour through. Scrunching my nose, I tugged at the rest of his shirts until what was left was a black long sleeve shirt with a red tee over top of it. The little icon on it was a piece of toast with headphones, a kitty face smiling at whatever it saw.

I paused. When I peered up at Krism, I watched her pull off the last hat to reveal the infamous bear beanie.

Then I looked at the "stranger" again.

Wait a second.

Wait one god damn minute.

"Ken?!" I cried out, jumping to my feet.

The bearded man grinned brightly back at me, clearly amused. Krism let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

I pointed my finger at him in accusation. "Why didn't you tell me it was you?"

He scoffed. "How was I to know you would believe me with those crazy eyes and a fudging katana? You could have cut me in half! I didn't have a death wish thank you very much."

"I would never…" But one look from Krism and I pouted. "Okay, I wouldn't have done it on purpose. It would have been purely accidental."

"And fatal!" Ken added with a shriek.

"But quick," I backfired. Ken glared at me for a second before sighing. Slowly, he reached over and began removing the layers of pants he somehow fit on himself until he was left with a pair of jeans and tennis shoes. Standing, he rolled his shoulders and stretched.

"Well, whatever. It didn't happen. So, I guess you two are also going to Cry's party?"

"Were," we both corrected in unison.

Ken paused and then rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah… I suppose it would be a "were", yeah?" He sighed and pulled out a small box he had in his pocket. Judging by the somewhat ripped wrapping paper, it must have been a gift for Cry. "Man… what a way to start your 25th birthday."

I nodded, a growing sense of worry for my might-as-well-be brother. Who knew how well he was doing right now. He could be fighting his way through thick and thin – with what I didn't even want to consider – or he could be…

The thoughts were quickly dashed aside. I can't panic. If I panic that will only lead to death. Every single video game has taught me this. I will not panic. At least, not until I see Cry… or his body.

Ken stuffed the package back into his pocket before peering over our shoulders at the rent vehicle we obtained. "So, I assume it is just you gals, huh?"

"Yup. We haven't really come across any stragglers until you and those two walkers just now. Seems very… dead at the moment. I'm not really sure what to make of it." In fact, there really wasn't any sign that the apocalypse really hit until we actually got into Florida. The first time we had stopped was at a gas pump around the beginning of this I would say. Thank God for Krism's quick thinking otherwise my neck would have been chewed on by the cashier at the register.

For once, everything was silent. When I looked up at Ken, I found him kind of shuffling from foot to foot, staring pointedly at the car as if wanting to ask but afraid I would cut his head off.

"Oh bloody hell…" I muttered under my breath before punching him in the shoulder. "Come on you. We should have enough room to fit you in there." He blinked at us before breaking into a grin and whooping loudly, practically skipping towards the car.

Krism and I exchanged a look and shrugged.

A few minutes and a revved engine later and we were off down the street once more.

After a few minutes of the silence, I quickly couldn't take it. Apparently I was the only one because Ken and Krism were fine. Well, too bad. I was driving and I needed conversation. Badly.

"So…" I began after a minute. "Care to explain why you were in the middle of nowhere wearing more or less 15 layers of clothing?"

I peered into the rearview mirror at Ken. He met my gaze and laughed a little nervously.

"It's a long story…" he tried to avoid unsuccessfully.

"I've got a long drive ahead of me," I retorted.

We glared at each other through the rear view mirror until he sighed.

"Okay…" Ken took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, you see… It kind of all began when I was at the mall. Kind of got here a day early and still hadn't found a gift for Cry, you know? He's not the easiest guy to shop for." Ken shuddered and I had a feeling that he found more than a simple gift.

"Well, I found this really neat jacket and a small little key chain that seemed just Cry's style. After grabbing a few other cool stuff I found, I slammed it on the counter and was reaching over to pull out some greens. I didn't look at the cashier and didn't really question anything when I didn't see her start scanning the bar codes… or when she began to moan uncontrollably. I don't know why I didn't now that I think about.

"I looked up and her back happened to be me. I didn't know what to do to break being some awkward guy so I kind of threw a pick up line on her. A simple one-liner. "Is your father a thief because I think he stole the stars and put them in your eyes" kind of pick up line. However, when she turned around, she definitely wasn't like she seemed.

"She just all of a sudden flopped on the counter like a freaking fish! I jumped back and barely avoided her decomposed skin and loose eyeball hitting me. She looked decrepit. It… I thought I was in a nightmare. That I had played too much walking dead, ya know? Maybe slept with the TV on since it wouldn't be the first time. I pinched myself and nothing."

Ken grew quiet and I waited for him to continue. He clearly had it worse than Krism and I. We ran into a few zombies, but not face to face until I met Ken. Even when we did, I had Krism to back me up, being a total bad ass with a Swiss army knife. Ken had nobody.

"I ran towards the dressing room, absently throwing the keychain in my pocket. I locked it but I knew it wouldn't last. You know how they have the whole openings at the bottom of dressing room doors?" I nodded to show I was listening. "Well, she must have been one smart zombie because she immediately saw the opportunity and not a second too soon her arms were flailing underneath the opening. Luckily, in the room nobody had come to pick up the past clothing from others who had used the room and one thing led to another and eventually I had every piece of clothing on me. The logic was that if I had so much layers of clothing on me, they wouldn't be able to bite through to my skin. I know it left my face open, but it was kind of spur of the moment."

Ken chuckled humorously for a few seconds and I rose my eyebrows questioningly at him. What could be so bloody funny about all that? Granted the fact that he was stuck in a dressing room of all things aside, I saw no other reason.

"When I opened the door, I kind of… tripped with all the weight I had on and rolled over her. Like I did earlier. I remember screaming "no, no no!" the entire time before realizing that I had apparently killed her. Things went by pretty quickly. Found a few extra layers of clothing. Stole a bike. Fell off since the restriction of all the clothing. Took a nap. Woke up and then I met you gals." He grinned at us like we were saviors. I rolled my eyes.

However, I couldn't get rid of the fact that there was something seriously off about all of this. If the walkers had already contaminated the store, Ken would have realized immediately. Any gamer would react immediately and gotten out of there.

"Ken, was there anybody else in the store? Or in the mall in general?"

He thought about it for a second before nodding. "Yes. It was a normal day. Well, it was. When I walked into the mall, there were plenty of people, but when I walked out there was nearly nobody. The store in itself was empty when I first got there so I didn't think much of it. But I didn't even hear a word or scream from the mall at all." He pursed his lips and shrugged. "But I was in my own little world of terror so it could have happened and I wouldn't have heard anything."

Nothing? Ugh. This is too weird. At first I thought it was government contamination but for all I know it could be deliberate. This seems deliberate. How can one person go along her day and then suddenly turn into a zombie without anybody noticing? It would have to be slow acting. With all the experience with the HD screen, it could have been anything from spiking the air or medicine, to an actual attack.

But I don't have anything to go on. Just one person's account.

Still, I had a feeling that this wasn't normal.

This wasn't just some random contamination break.

Even if I was excited for the sudden ability to kill without crime and claim self-defense, I didn't feel calm knowing it was purposely influenced.

Damn it.

So much for a nice birthday weekend.