This would have been done sooner but I was feeling tired when I was meant to update. Oh well.

ALMOST 6,000 WORDS LONG AGAIN WITHOUT THE AUTHORS NOTES. PLEASE DON'T SKIP IT IS A VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER.

Also, I'm sorry if it goes downhill at the end I was (still am) feeling tired writing it :). Also, sorry again for spelling and grammar mistakes... My writer still thinks it's freaking French.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own R5 or The Vamps... or other people you may see in this chapter (hehe) all rights go to who own them aka Hollywood, Mercury & Capitol Records.

Chapter 14
Ashton

Rocky let his eyes slowly flutter open, having to blink a couple times so his vision went back to normal instead of being fuzzy. He came face to face with the burnt out fire, as well as seeing three strangers sleeping on the ground around it. He would have started to panic, but remembered what happened yesterday.

It was weird. He had only known them all for twenty-four hours or less and he felt like he had known them all his life. Though, that's probably something that the zombie apocalypse has done to people – which is the complete opposite Rocky had thought would have happened. He thought everyone would have turned against each other and be completely untrusting. But not these guys.

Well, Rydel doesn't really count. It seems like she's only just coming round to trust them all, considering what she told himself and Ross back at the store. But it could just be an act. She seemed very good at acting. He could tell there was something more too her than the tough girl act she was putting on. At least, judging by the necklace that had someone's, or two people's, names engraved on it. He's only ever seen people do that if the persons, or peoples, names on the necklace are dead or lost or for some reason like that. He had a friend who had a necklace with his best friends name on it after he died, he got it as a present off someone and never took it off.

It was Luke. Luke was the guy he use to share a room with back in the Utah base, and his friend was Ashton who died during the time they were over in the Middle-East (Afghanistan) fighting. And he nearly took Ross with him. But if it wasn't for Brad, then Ross would be with Ashton right now. Brad would have saved Ashton too, but he only had time to save one. Of course, he didn't know this at the time.

Ashton got told to go stand and keep an eye out for any Taliban or anything that looked suspicious, and this was on their final week so they were all getting ready to go home, and given that Ashton hadn't exactly been in the army for longer than a year and this was kind of like one of those taster days you use to have at school, the Sergeant who was with them sent him to look where there wouldn't be any but he had to make sure. Or so he thought. There was a lot. Ross, not wanting him to be on his own, followed him despite everyone protests – but the Sergeant still let him. Because two is always better than one apparently. And minutes later, a good amount of Taliban appeared out of nowhere, shooting their guns, and unfortunately Ross and Ashton got caught in the cross fire. The pair went down straight away, Ross getting shot in the leg and falling to the floor and Ashton getting shot in the shoulder – but still being able to stand. Which was the fatal mistake he made. During this, Brad couldn't stand to watch his two bestfriends being shot at so went out after them, with people shouting at him to come back. Ross attempted to stand up and go back in the direction where everyone was taking cover or firing back and as did Ashton, but Ross got hit by a good amount of bullets that went anywhere and everywhere but his head, and yet he managed to survive it – mainly because the bullets never hit any vital organs or veins. Once seeing Ross on the floor Brad went out there after him, and as well as Ashton who was hobbling back over, and nobody else noticed Brad do this but Rocky and Luke. Luke wanted to go help him out but Rocky wouldn't let him because it was too dangerous. Brad reached Ross and pulled his lifeless body up, before dragging it across, calling to Ashton he'd come back for him. When he got Ross over to safety, he gave him to Rocky and went back for Ashton. But that was when Brad got shot and got sent flying to the floor. It was a powerful shot considering it only got him in the arm. Brad hit his head off the floor when he landed, causing him to go dizzy and have double vision, and all he could see in front of him was a blurred image of Ashton struggling and eventually collapsing to the floor. By the time Brad got his vision back, the shooting had stopped and he sat up, holding onto his arm that had been shot as well as trying to wipe his eyes to go back to normal. He wanted to get up and make sure Ashton was okay but Luke beat him to it. And by Luke's reaction it was obvious what had happened. Ashton was dead, and Ross was slowly dying on the floor in Rocky's arms.

Even though he was paying more attention to Ross lying in his arms dying, he could still hear Luke's screams and cries from that day. Every time he thought about it, he scrunched up his face in pain because that's how bad he was affected by it. You'd have thought Ashton was Luke's only friend in the world or something more the way he broke down.

That's what made the four of them make the decision to stay in Utah. Of course Rocky made the decision for Ross himself given the state he was in, not that Ross wanted to go back there anyway. Boy was he crushed and upset to hear about Ashton when he woke up.

Rocky shut his eyes and sighed, deciding to take himself away from them thoughts. And even though he was trapped in a never-ending zombie apocalypse, that day was by far the worst day of his life.

He sat up from where he laid down and stretched, looking up at the sky seeing it was cloudy. No doubt it was something like 10 a.m.. He'd been good at guessing times by looking at the sky. Though he hasn't known the exact time ever since the apocalypse started. He wish he did. But he wishes a lot of things right now and they're never going to happen. Not unless they get to Utah.

Rocky turned his head and looked over where Ross laid.

Or better yet, where he was supposed to be laid.

"Ross?" Rocky asked, starting to feel panicked. He twisted and turned his head quickly, but felt relief when he saw him sat against a tree staring at him about a metre or two away looking at him with an unreadable facial expression. He sighed with relief, and got up from the floor "Dude, why are you sat over there?" Rocky asked, making his way over to him.

Ross shrugged "I woke up. Couldn't get back to sleep. Thought I'd sit here for a while. Keep look out. And think."

Rocky nodded, noticing something in Ross's hand. "What's that in your hand?" He asked.

Ross looked down to his hand, seeing he had hold of the bandana in it that he found yesterday. He sighed, being fed up and sad "It was in my backpack," Ross lied, lurching his body forwards a little so he could put it back in his pocket "it's... it's nothing."

Rocky rolled his eyes, knowing there was something up with him. He couldn't think what though. Never in this past year and a half has Ross had something wrong with him. Other than he misses Brad, Luke and Ashton. That's the only problem Ross has had. By the look on Ross's face, it wasn't his usual 'I-miss-my-best-friend-who-my-brother-was-convinced-i-was-secretly-fucking-behind-his-back-in-secret-because-nobodys-that-close' face. He walked closer to him and crouched down in front of him "What's wrong?" Rocky asked, Ross didn't reply he continued to stare out into space "I noticed you looking around for something before we all went to sleep last night," Rocky admitted, he didn't want to say it incase it was something different – but he had a feeling that had something to do with the way Ross is acting now "I don't know whether you looked shocked, surprised or relieved. I think it was a mix of all three... now tell me, what's going on?"

Ross fiddled with his hands, looking down at them before at Rocky "Do you think Brad's still alive?" Ross asked.

So it was that face Ross was making after all.

Rocky rolled his eyes. "No, it's a serious question," Ross said "think about it logically. What do you think? Do you think there's a chance he's still out there?" Ross asked.

Rocky frowned in sympathy for Ross, stroking his leg "Ross... we left him behind in Utah. At the very heart of where the apocalypse started. There's no way he's still alive. Even if he did, it would have been too late for him. The zombies would have got him and killed him. Or turned him into one of them," Rocky said, trying to be as gentle as he could. Ross shut his eyes, breathing at the feel of false hope after finding the bandana on the floor. "I'm sorry. I know you really want him to be."

Ross shook his head "It's okay, it's not your fault," Ross said, pausing for a moment as he thought "do you think Luke's still alive?"

"I don't even know where he was when the apocalypse started, Ross," Rocky said, sounding sad and regretful "all I know was that he was in the base somewhere."

Ross scoffed "So much for 'no man left behind'."

Rocky cracked a smile a little, still stroking his leg "Hey, they're better off up there than down here in this hell hole," Rocky said, trying to make Ross cheer up a little "chances are... they're both up there with Ashton causing as much shit as they can given they're down two people. No doubt Ashton probably gave them some sort of lecture of how he'd been lonely and that it was about time one us joined him up there."

Ross cracked a very small smile, it was only just noticable but it was there "Bet he wasn't expecting those two though... he was probably expecting me." Ross said, staring off into space and letting silence take over both him and his brother. "I don't believe they're dead, Rocky. Luke, maybe, but Brad... no... he's still out there somewhere. I know he had his stupid moments, but he knew how to survive."

"Ross, how many times do I have to tell you. He's gone. If the zombies didn't get him, he'd have died from starvation or dehydration. There's no way Bradley Will Simpson could catch his own food. Do you remember when me, you, him Luke and Ashton went camping? We didn't bring enough food for four days so he thought he'd go catch a squirrel for us to eat and the squirrel almost ate him instead?" Rocky asked, making Ross laugh softly at that memory.

He frowned "That happened to Ratliff earlier... it kinda reminded me of it," Ross shrugged it off, before Rocky could say anything more that would make him depressed "I guess I'm finding it really hard to believe he's dead, and Luke too. Heck, I'm still struggling to come to terms with Ashton being dead. And he died before the apocalypse. It's still weird without him, even now. I don't have his or Luke's awesome aussie accents talking to me anymore. Only in my head... Same goes for Brad too," he let out a small laugh "who'd have thought that five teenagers from three different countries would be best friends, huh? Even if only two of them remain alive. God, Rocky. Why? I don't want them to be dead anymore. I want them all to be out there still fighting for their life's until we find them," Ross sighed, feeling himself becoming sad again "I want my friends back."

"Ross, I know. You don't want them dead... but... they've got to be up there. I mean, we've survived the apocalypse this long, right? So somebody's gotta be up there looking out for us."

Ross let a small smile creep up on his face. "Hey," Rocky said "when we get to Utah... You know you're going to get Ashton, Luke and Brad back. You know that for a fact."

Ross nodded "I know... do what we do in Utah... get the three of them back along with everyone else... and then begin go insane because we can only remember..."

Rocky ruffled Ross's hair with a small smile as he got up from the floor. He turned round to go back over to where Rydel, Ellington and Riker were sleeping. But he suddenly stopped when he heard a noise. A twig breaking. Specifically someones footsteps breaking them. Ross heard it too. "Ross... Did that sound like a human foot breaking that twig?" Rocky asked, becoming nervous.

Ross turned his head, side to side, very slowly as he became anxcious "I don't know... I hope so..." Ross said, being scared but trying to be full of hope at the same time. Another twig snapped. Ross turned his head again "C'mon, Brad... please..." Ross whispered under his breath as he looked around. Even though Rocky seemed like he had convinced him about Brad and Luke being dead, he still didn't believe it. Okay, maybe he was convinced Luke was dead, but Brad... He still thinks there's a possible chance he's alive. Yes, that could have been anybody's bandana on the floor, but still.

Life is full of surprises. Even in a zombie apocalypse.

The pair of them stayed quiet, taking glances over to where Riker, Ellington and Rydel laid asleep. Or did lay asleep. By the looks of it they all heard the twigs snapping. Ellington shot up from where he laid, keeping tight hold of the blanket he had slept in last night and turned his head around (also with the blanket draped over his head), after hearing the third twig snap. "Holy shit, what is that?" Ellington asked, whispering.

Rocky shrugged. Rydel held herself up by her arms, trying to see if she could tell where the noise came from. As for Riker, he continued to lay on the floor in the hope that if anything was there that was tyrying to kill them they wouldn't notice him wrapped up in the blanket. Ross was half on the floor and half off it. Not knowing whether to stay still or make a run for it.

The five stayed that way for a couple seconds, realising whatever it was that was there... was no longer there. Ross slowly got up from the floor "Must have been a—HOLY SHIT!"

Ellington let the blanket fall from his head and down into his hands "'Must have been a holy shit'?" Ellington questioned "funny. I didn't know shits could be blessed by Jesus."

Rydel rolled her eyes at Ellington. She turned her attention in the direction Ross was looking which was in the opposite direction. That was when she saw what Ross saw and she honestly almost crapped herself. Riker and Rocky had already seen, and when Ellington saw he almost screamed like a five year old girl. Ross could hear Ellington breathing heavily, knowing he was about to scream. He didn't take his eyes off where he was looking from "Someone fucking gag him before he screams!" Ross said, pointing at Ellington without looking.

Before Ellington could even let out a word or a noise, he immediately threw the blanket over his mouth so Riker or Rydel didn't have to gag him.

"Why isn't it attacking us?" Riker asked, not taking his eyes from the zombie that was stood a fair distance away from them. But enough to dart towards them and attack them.

Nobody even dared to move closer or away from it in case it decided it wanted to eat and kill them. They didn't even know if it was possible to have a zombie that didn't want to kill them. This one looked like it didn't want to kill them. They all stared at it for a couple more seconds before Ross took a step towards it. "Ross, what are you doing?" Rydel asked, like he was an idiot.

"It's okay," Ross said, slowly edging towards it "if it was going to kill us, it would have by now..." by this point Ross was standing at least 30 or so centimetres away from the zombie, whilst everyone watched with their hearts in their mouths.

Ross took a good luck at the zombie, it didn't look familiar or like anybody he knew. Though, it was hard to tell with the horrible skin, the bloodies face and clothes, teeth, the white, blurred eyes. This could have been anybody he knew. "Uh, hello..." Ross said, attempting to interact with a zombie. The zombie looked at Ross with it's usual dumb founded, death face. "I don't know if you know what I'm saying, bu—SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Ross jumped back as the zombie swung its arm around in the attempt to grab hold of Ross.

And before Ross knew it, he was running away from a zombie around the trees.

But the zombie didn't seemed phased by the other four humans behind Ross. Oh no, it appeared it only wanted Ross.

"Ratliff!" Rocky called, picking up his backpack and going through it before he pulled out a piece of long rope. He had the rope in case they found themselves trying to get down somewhere or had fallen down somewhere. And right now it looked like it was about to come in handy. "Catch!"

Ellington caught the rope, jumping up from his spot and followed Rocky. Ross wasn't that far away, he was only a couple metres – Riker and Rydel watched in amusement. Even more amusement at the fact Rocky had got Ellington to help him out by saving Ross from his death.

"Ross!" Rocky called as Ellington stretched the rope out "lead the zombie towards us!"

"WHAT IF IT GETS ME?!" Ross shouted, running round in circles around certain trees. But this zombie seemed way too smart for a regular zombie.

"Better you than us!" Ellington called, only for him to be elbowed by Rocky "sorry."

"Ross, turn around and run towards us," Rocky called "trust us!"

Ross kept on letting out loud sob-like noises, even though he wasn't actually crying or sobbing, as he ran. He was too afraid that if he ran, he'd trip over and well, Ross would be joining Ashton and Luke up in the sky. Brad too if he's really dead.

Guess he's about to find out.

Ross screamed as manly as he could, running towards Rocky and Ellington.

Rocky picked up the other side of the rope and pulled it up when Ross ran by them where the zombie got caught in the rope. Soon enough, Rocky and Ellington circled it until the rope was wrapped around it and tied. They left a little bit of rope danging nicely just in case the zombie tried to have another go at them all and they could hold onto it. Ellington had hold of that bit. "Ah, we make a good team." Ellington grinned high fiving Rocky.

As Ellington high fived Rocky, the zombie growled and tried to flap around a little. Ellington slapped it in the arm "Hey, no, bad zombie!"

Ross put his hand on his chest, breathing heavily as he crouched on the floor "That was too close for comfort."

Riker nodded "Your telling me," he looked back over to Rocky, Ellington and the tied up zombie that looked like some sort of hostage "what are you waiting for?" Riker asked "Kill it!"

Rocky and Ellington looked at one another and back at the others. Rocky walked over to his backpack and pulled out his gun slowly, tossing it about in his hand and turning back round to Ellington and the zombie. He sighed "Here, Ratliff," Rocky said, handing the gun to him "you haven't killed anything yet. You do it." Rocky said, almost like he didn't want to kill the zombie. And Ratliff looked exactly the same.

Ellington took the gun from Rocky slowly and looked down to it "Uh, okay," Ellington said, he looked at the zombie. The zombie that looked so helpless, yet... looked like it wanted to kill Ellington. Ellington frowned and turned back to everyone "I don't wanna kill it." His voice cracked as he said it.

Riker had his arms folded, raising his eye brow at Ellington in disbelief "Dude, you don't have a choice."

"Alright, I'll put it in a simplier form... I won't kill it." Ellington looked over to Rocky with a helplessly sad, sympathetic look. Rocky had the same look on his face.

Rydel rolled her eyes, getting up from the floor "Here, I'll do it." Rydel said, going over with her hand held out.

"No!" Ellington exclaimed, pulling the gun away and putting it behind his back.

"Ratliff, it's a zombie..." Rydel said "a zombie that will kill you. Now kill it, or I will."

"A zombie that didn't kill us," Ellington said, keeping tight hold of the rope as he felt the zombie beginning to move around a little "cos if it was going to kill us... it would have done already. And you wanna kill it, Rydel? You have to get through me first."

"Is that a challenge?" Rydel asked, arms folded and an unimpressed facial expression.

Ellington gasped "Rocky! Help me out!"

Rocky sighed, turning around to face the other three. He couldn't believe he was doing this. It was a zombie for crying out loud and here he was trying to save its life all because it didn't kill them. Sure it chased Ross, but if was really going to kill him it would have tried harder. "He's got a point," Rocky said "it didn't kill Ross. It would have killed us all by now if it was its intention."

Ross got up from the floor slowly, eyeing them both with a confused and suspicious look "Are you two okay?" Ross asked.

"We're fine," Rocky said, putting his hands into the back of his pockets and rocking on his heels nervously "I'm just saying... it never tried to kill us... it seems innocent... so all i'm suggesting is that we.. uh... we... um..."

"We what?" Riker asked, hoping this wasn't going where he thought it was going.

"Keepthezombiewithus." Rocky coughed.

"What?" Rydel asked "say it again."

"We um... keep the zombie... with us."

Rydel's eyes widened slightly "What? Like a pet?"

"Sure, why not."

Ross didn't know whether to take this as some kind of humourous joke or if Rocky and Ellington were losing their minds at long last. "Rocky, Ratliff... we are not keeping a freakin' zombie with us... especially... in the middle... of a freaking apocalypse!"

"Oh, he let you keep Rydel!" Ellington whined.

Rydel gasped, dropping her arms back down to her sides. "Alright, calm down before the bitch fight starts." Riker said.

"C'mon guys! It could be fun!"

Rydel scoffed "Oh yeah, great fun. Trying to make sure the zombie doesn't kill us whilst we're travelling."

Ross rolled his eyes. Going to avert his eyes back to the two idiots with the zombie when he looked down to the floor and he saw the bandana popping out his pocket. Along with something white tucked inside the bandana. It looked like paper. Disceretly, Ross turned around and took the white thing out of the bandana and looked at whatever it was. He thought it was the tag, but it wasn't. It was paper with writing on it. Really messy and scruffy handwriting. He read it as the others spoke.

"Guys, we are not keeping a zombie!" Rydel said, trying to protest this stupid idea.

"Oh, c'mon!" Ellington whined "it could be funny! We can name him Billy!"

Riker shook his head in complete disbelief, not even knowing what to say any more "Guys, we're no-"

"Billy?" Rocky questioned, turning his head to Ellington "really?"

"Yeah, Billy. I like the name Billy for a zombie," Ellington said "have you got a problem with that?"

Rocky nodded "Yeah. Because it makes him sound like a hillbilly."

"Guys-!"

Ellington took a long hard look at the zombie, and looked back at Rocky – completely ignoring Riker and Rydel's protests against this "No, your right... he looks more like a Jeff."

"GUYS WE'RE NOT KEEPING A FUCKING ZOMBIE!" Rydel shouted, like she was a Mom and she was shouting at her two annoying children.

Ross could hear Rydel shouting at Rocky and Ellington in the background of him reading the note that he could barely make out of what it said. He tried turning it upside down and everything. He could have sworn that the stain that was on this was a stain of blood which scared him. So instead of trying to read it, he lifted up his head again and turned it to see if he could spot anything else that might have been left behind with the bandana.

Nothing at all.

Ross sighed, deciding he would attempt to read the note later, and put the paper back into the bandana which went back into his pocket. He dropped his arms lazily, like he gave up, and went to turn around to join back in on the protests of Rocky and Ellington keeping a zombie. Then something on the bark of the tree in front of him caught his eye.

He furrowed his brow and walked closer to it, seeing writing engraved into it.

BRRAL.

Except it had a line through the L and the A. Just a small line.

What the heck?

"We're not going to die, stop panicking."

Ross rolled his eyes at Ashton at how he was commenting on his fear. They were on a bus on their way to the airport to leave America and go to Afghanistan. How fun. To occupy himself about not thinking about it, Ross decided to draw in his note pad and doodle in it. He was laid across two chairs with Ashton popping his head over the top of it with Luke, and Brad and Rocky sat opposite him on the other side.

"Yeah, the chances are when we get there we're going to end up sitting in a cabin for the next month and a half with occasional trips out to go see stuff," Rocky said "it's basically like a school taster day. Except, with the slight chance you could die at any minute."

That only got Rocky glares from Ross, Ashton, Luke and Brad along with a slap across the head from Brad who was sat next to him. "You know, I'm one hundred percent sure you are not helping him right now." Luke said.

All Rocky could do was shrug "Hey, I'm his brother. It's my job to whined him up." Rocky smirked. Ross sent him a death glare and looked down to the note pad, beginning to draw on it again.

"It's not dying I'm scared of, it's getting lost," Ross said, correcting him "you know? They could decide to take us out on a mission and we could get lost near the Taliban. Taliban who could shoot us dead, blow us up or kidnap us. What then, huh? How do we know how do we get back to one another?"

Ashton shrugged, resting his arms on the back of the chair "We could, uh... make some sort of signal. Well, not exactly a signal, but do something that only we could know what it meant? That way we could follow the signal until we found the base or each other." Ashton suggested, making everyone turn their heads to him "What? Don't look at me like that! It's a good idea!"

"It is... but do you honestly think we would ever use it?" Brad asked.

Ashton shrugged again "I don't know. Only if we were desperate, come 'ere," Ashton stretched his arms down and quickly snatched the pad and pencil from Ross. He sat back down on his chair properly, casting a look to Luke, over to Rocky, to Brad and to Ross who had his head peered over the seat and looking down. Ashton lifted the note book so nobody could see what he was writing down.

When he had finished he stood up and shoved it in the face of someone walking down the aisle of the bus "What does this mean?" Ashton asked.

The guy gave Ashton a funny look "I don't know. Google it or something." he said before walking away.

Ashton shrugged, turning back to face Ross but almost got thrown from his balance when the bus went over a speed bump. He decided to sit back down before dropping it back on Ross's lap "I rest my case," Ashton said, keeping his head over the seat as Ross looked down at it "that way, none of the Sergeants know and we won't get into trouble for getting lost in a dangerous country. You know? Put it in random places but in a certain order where you eventually find your way back to wherever it is you're supposed to go. Say for instance, you get lost. I'd write it somewhere discretely but clearly visible, walk for a little bit, and if you still haven't caught up, write it again, and again and again until you do find me."

Ross nodded "Yup, got it, one question." Ross said.

"What?"

"What the heck is 'BRRAL'?" Ross asked.

"Brral?" Luke questioned "what the heck? You have a weird mind, Ashton."

"To me it's obvious," Ashton said, receiving blank looks from the four idiots he called bestfriends. "Brral. Brad. Ross. Rocky. Ashton. Luke. God, doesn't take a fucking genius to figure that one out."

"Oh..." Everyone chorused, now that it made sense.

Luke smirked "Here," Luke said, getting the pencil from Ross and the notepad "lets say if any of us die when we go over there if one of us gets lost... we cross an initial off. Like for instance," Luke said, putting a line through the 'A' "say if Ashton dies and Brad's lost, he won't know Ashton's dead. But if he see's Brral with the 'A' crossed out. He'll know."

Brad shook his head "Yeah-No, we're not gonna add that to it Luke. We'll be lucky if we even remember to use this."

"Alright, fair point." Luke said, dropping the pad and pencil back to Ross.

"GUYS!" Ross shouted.

Everyone turned their attention to Ross immediately, coming away from their argument. Ross turned around "Follow me now." Ross said, running over to his backpack and running off in the direction of where that tree was.

"What? Why?" Rydel asked, running after him anyway. Riker didn't want to be left behind so followed anyway.

Rocky grabbed everything off the floor quickly and put it into his bag "C'mon, Ell!" Rocky said.

"Alright!" Ellington said, still holding onto the zombie by the loose rope "I don't think Billy will be able to keep up though!"

"LEAVE THE FUCKING ZOMBIE AND COME ON!" Ellington heard Riker shout.

"I'M NOT LEAVING THE ZOMBIE BEHIND YOU HEARTLESS FUCK!"

Great, seriousness mixed with humour. Love it. I always had a chapter like this planned where Rocky & Ell fought with the others to keep a zombie as a pet. I think it could have been more funnier... but like i said, I'm tired. (y).

Also, do you guys know any zombie movies? Cause I'm finding it really difficult to video this story. I really am. PLEASE let me know if you know any! :)

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