2 days after call

His hands fumbled for the keys to lock the car. He had drove to various Ammu-Nation stores at what he assumes were new records in land-speeding, and brought as much as he could fit into his house in Vinewood. If what Lester had said was true, then he was gonna survive.

And none other than Mitchell Green was gonna guarantee that.

Mitchell was certain that he would at the least make it to a month before dying, with a decades worth of supplies, DVDs, ammo, and sex dolls, why would he even look for Lester? He was all set, right here, in his house.

Of course, he eventually needs to escape if said supplies get contaminated, and eventually needs to restock, and it wouldn't hurt to kill some zombies when the time comes.

Mitchell was very skeptical to begin with, especially with the fact that Weazel News was reporting the incident and not any other reliable channel, and the fact that Lester was he heard, an avid watcher of said channel, and the fact that Lester was also a bit of a nut.

Mitchell was now standing in his house, all fortified and looking like it could survive a nuclear bomb. He pondered for a moment, recalling Lesters call. 'Bring the other creepy, silent criminals...' he remembers, but exactly who are the creepy, silent criminals?

Ever since Mitchell came to Los Santos, he received several random numbers after he went to the first race. He always assumed that they were fake people to avoid suspicion, some names like xxx_Qu1k_Sc0per_xxx, HerobrineIsCool, Lord Cars 77, CapturedDisk45, and a whole mess of idiotic contact names. Were these the "aliases" of the other criminals that Lester spoke of?

Mitchell didn't think much of it after this realization, because if they were the same people that he did jobs with, he'll be sure they would be survive.

And if they were the same people that he did jobs with, he hoped they wouldn't find him.

°•°•° 3 Days after call°•°•°

The helicopter blades were slowing down at the orange helipad, slowly ascending to the hard concrete floor. The pilot switched a few knobs and buttons and soon the blades slowly died down. The door flung open and out stepped the pilot. Her shapely and fit from walking said helicopter.

Shizuka looked around the other helipads at the Los Santos International, all occupied by landing or soon to be landing Mavericks, CargoBobs, and Froggers. She headed over to the pilots' lounge, deciding to rest for a bit, and sat down on a chair, he shoulder-length hair sitting idly and swaying with each deep breath...

Her phone interrupted her much needed rest, making repetitive beeping sounds. She looked at the ID, none other than Lester. She pressed answer and began talking, "Hey Lester! What jobs do you ha-"

"Kichidna, I don't have enough time to talk, I'm just calling to tell you about the upcoming apocalypse."

"Apocalypse? What do you mean, like in the movies and stuff, where the survivors try to fight to rule what's left? You know I just saw "Vinewood Zombie", its not very good in my opinion but I guess its tolerable to-" Lester grunted loudly enough for Shizuka to stop talking.

"I need you to stop talking and listen to me, get prepared. Alright, that's all I have to say. Get. Prepared. Alright? Bye. Oh, if you survive, please come to my house. Lester out."

The call ended and Shizuka stood there dumbfounded. How the hell was she gonna be prepared? She was a pilot, she wasn't like the dudes from Ammu-Nation, she also didn't have the money to buy any shit whatsoever.

She did remember the people she transported to various locations for her job. Those cold, emotionless, silent, creepy people. All she did was transport them, but it would always end in her getting shot at once they landed at the drop point, or they themselves pointing their surprising amount of guns at her, stealing her helicopter.

But then again, those people always seemed ready for everything. Any where they land, they always seemed like they were ready for war. Plus, some of them were girls, pretty attractive girls at that Maybe if she found some of those people, she could survive. Maybe.

•°•°•°• 4 days after call °•°•°•°

Donovan drove with an stupendous amount of supplies and enthusiasm. His Granger was at max holding capacity except with the passenger seat empty, reserved for his only Bonnibel. He drove back and forth continuously for a good 4 hours, bringing more supplies to his Apartment and getting more.

An alert ringed on his phone, a text from Bonnie. 'Pick me up from Bob Mulét, I need a ride'

Donovan replied back once he stopped at a red light. 'Why are you in Bob Muléts?'

'If this zombie shit is gonna happen then I gotta get one last new style.' She answered.

'Where is it again? I don't remember'

'It's at Mad Wayne Thunder Drive, in Rockford Hills.'

'K, be there in a sec.'

Donovan drove to the Salon shop, using his GPS to help him steer towards the right direction. About ten minutes later, he arrived at Bob Mulét, seeing Bonnibel waving at him. He opened the door and Bonnie came in. He was amazed of how different she looks with her new hairdo. Her neck length black hair now almost slicked back in the front half, while the back was swept and more wavy. Her widows peak more showing and her gray eyes more revealing. He got lost looking at her face.

"So, how do I look?"

He smiled. "Gorgeous as always."

She laughed. "Good. You got the supplies?"

"Yup, these are the last of it though." He suggested to the supplies taking all the space in the back.

"Let's go home then. By the way, after we drop of these supplies, we need to go to my house and get my stuff."

Donovan chuckled. "I take your moving in with me?"

"For the time being."

"Well, if the end is gonna come, might as well live together." He started the car and they drove off.

°•°•° 4 days later, around 5 pm °•°•°

Today was surprisingly busy, on usual Tuesday nights only about 20 people will show up throughout the entire day, but right now there was at the least 23 people.

Juliette peaked through the curtain hiding the dancer from the poles. She was clad in her usual skimpy mini skirt and short shirt, her blonde hair reaching her shoulders undone and flowing, standing out against her pale skin. Unlike the other entertainers, she was the "VIP" status, only men who are willing to pay a handsome amount of money to spend some time with her.

In other words, she was a prostitute.

She also danced, but if a customer wanted a little more that the other dancers couldn't offer, she was the one they called in. She never enjoyed any of it, not at all, she hated it. She always took advantage of her customers, flirting with them for some extra money, and teasing them and such.

Her thoughts were distracted when a hand slapped her ass, she turned around and saw Chastity staring at her.

"What's up, Julie? Nervous about tonight?" Chastity gothish face looked her dead in the eyes, waiting for a response.

"Oh nothing, just surprised at the amount of people today." She looked at the crowd once more, there was some dude that was starting to throw up. "Ew, some guy is vomiting on the floor." Chastity peaked also, witnessing the middle aged man spewing chunks everywhere. It was however wasn't the usual green or brown, it was much darker, almost like a thick bile. The man didn't stop, it was gross.

"Jesus what does that guy have?" Juliette said as she kept staring at him. Finally the man got his knees and sat still for a good 30 seconds. "Quick! Call an ambulance!" Yelled a friend of the sick man.

Juliette was still watching. Everything was quiet, until the man started to moan. "You alright bro?" Nothing came from the kneeling person, but another animalistic groan.

In an instant, the sick dude pounced on his friend, clawing and biting him, everyone stepped back in surprise. The man attacked him with such an aggressive force, hungry force, all the while the victim pleading him to stop and screaming. The DJ decided to talk to the mic, "SECURITY!". The security man came inside and shot him in the head, without warning. The victim had his throat bitten off, and now he was bleeding tremendously on the floor.

Juliette saw it all, and she stood there in horror. A moment later sirens were heard directly outside Vanilla Unicorn, as paramedics and police rushed inside and took a look at the scene. Juliette changed into more "fitting" clothes, and stepped outside with the other girls. The clubs was closed for the day, until they cleaned out all the blood and whatnot.

"Damn, that was scary, what made that guy do it?" Juliette asked one of the other girls, Whitney, while walking home. "Maybe he was high on some heavy stuff. You wouldn't believe the type of shit that's been made." She huffed, as she took out a cigarette and lit it.

The pair reached to Juliettes' apartment, and parted ways. Juliette sat in the comforts of her home and thinked about earlier. Why did he do it? Was he high? Did he do it because he was sick? All of these thoughts crept up in her mind until she was in her small bed.

"I'm just thinking about it too much." She told herself aloud. And she closed her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.

A/N: sorry for the wait guys, I've been busy with school, you know how it is, also sorry for how short this chapter is, kinda difficult to introduce characters. Here in this chapter I've introduced 3 new OC's, remember you can still send an OC if you wish. Also, to the two OCs that I haven't introduced, don't worry, they'll show up. Here's a current list of the lovely OCs:

Donny Meza- BigBravo

Age: 27

HT/WT: 5'11, 163 lbs

Bonnibel "Bonnie" McLeary- BigBravo

Age: 25

HT/WT: 5'7, 139 lbs

Mitchell Green - MrLoveMuffin

/Age: 26

HT/WT: 5'10, 159 lbs

Juliette Williams- xxbookwormmockingjayxx

Age: 21

HT/WT: 5'9. 123 lbs.

Jackson Duller- Jackson23

Age: 25

HT/WT: 6'0. 173 lbs.

Shizuka Kichidna - SpartanShoes28

Age: 28

HT/WT: 6'0. 130 lbs (decided to put in a weight for ya)

Felix 'Lxcust' Maeda- SANZOKU-RASSHU

Age: 22

HT/WT: 6'3. 178 lbs

Its okay to send more OCs! Feel free to! P.S. to the Guest with the Carly De Santa OC, I didn't use yours because A) they had no history or personality. B) she is related a Canon character that won't ever be introduced as a character, sorry for that. That is it for now, follow and favorite please, BigBravo out.