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Welcome to my next fan fiction. I have been working hard on this one for quite a while now and thought as I have over 25 chapters of it ready to go I would start posting it. Hopefully there is still people in the fandom wanting to read Calzona stories.

This one is completely AU and focuses on my favourite genre to read - dystopian. I decided to combine my two favourite things... zombies and Calzona. What could go wrong? haha. An interesting fact about this fic is that it started out as a novel I decided to write a few years back and recently decided to rewrite it as a Calzona fic. I've had to make quite a few amendments to fit in some of our favorite characters and to make it fit Calzona, but so far I am really enjoying writing this one.

Like I said I have over 25 chapters ready to go and as I'm off sick at the moment, I have plenty of time to write so hopefully will get even more chapters knocked out.

Here's the first chapter where we meat the Latina goddess that is Callie Torres and set the rest of the fic up.

I wont be going into gory details, and this isn't necessarily a horror fic, its more a story about rebuilding civilisation after the shit hits the fan. If this one isn't your cup of tea, I do have a few other stories I'm also working on but probably wont be posting for a while, but if you'd like... please grab a seat, sit back and enjoy this little story of finding love in an apocalyptic world.

As always, please drop me a little review to let me know what you think so far.

Love Always

AL xxx

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It was a Thursday afternoon on a mild spring day when Callie Torres, a tall dark Latina, was working in the garden of Mrs. Ludlow a fifty something woman who lived in a suburb local to Callie's own house. As a landscape architect, Callie was in her element either at a computer designing or in the garden with dirt up her fingernails. The thing she adored most was seeing projects through from start to finish which is why she focused on smaller projects, mainly residential, only hiring in professionals when required. No Callie Torres was a woman of many skills and she thrived on taking an image from her laptop and turning it into a real living space. And she was damn good at it, most of her work came from referrals and although successful in her chosen field, she was a creature of comfort. Living a modest life, she owned a simple four-bedroom house with a medium sized back garden in a decent suburb in Seattle, United States.

Having grown up in a wealthy family, Callie had never felt comfortable with the hired help serving to her every whim. Instead, she found herself in the garden tending to plants and riding the sit on lawnmower that Jose, the estates gardener, would allow her to joyride on without her parents' knowledge. The Torres' were an odd coupling. Mr. Torres, Carlos, was a hotel chain connoisseur owning hotels of various sizes around mainland USA and in parts of Europe.

Mrs. Torres, Lucia, was the proud housewife who was often found hosting charity events and galas around Miami. A trophy wife who had married her husband young and scored big. Other than Callie, they had one other child, a daughter who was as opposite to Callie as could be. Where Callie befriended the hired help and went out to make a living with an honest job, Aria was a party child who had eventually gone to business school on her father's dime to follow in his footsteps and take over the family business.

But we digress, Callie was wrist deep in soil when Mrs. Ludlow opened the sliding glass door with a kind smile and a glass of ice-cold lemonade.

"How are you going dear?" Mrs. Ludlow asked as she handed the chilled glass over to the sweating Latina.

"Getting there, just a few finishing touches to go and the garden will be all yours" Callie smiled softly, taking the glass and gulping the entire contents down before offering a guilty smile to her client.

"If you were thirsty dear you could have just asked for a drink" Mrs. Ludlow laughed heartily.

"I didn't realize I was that thirsty until you handed me the drink" Callie grinned. "I was so lost in what I was doing I forgot to hydrate"

"Well, make sure you do better. I would hate for you to pass out" Mrs. Ludlow offered a warning glare, smiled and departed back through the door she had arrived from.

Twenty minutes later, once again wrist deep in soil, Callie heard her client shriek from within the house. Rushing to her feet, she dusted off her muddy hands as she rushed into the house to check on Mrs. Ludlow and found her sat in the two-seater couch watching the news, her hand covering her mouth. Seeing that the older lady was alright, she turned her attention to the screen and after several seconds she gasped herself. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The news broadcaster was in central Seattle, in front of Seattle Grace hospital, where chaos was descending behind him. Callie honed out the broadcaster's voice and focused on what was happening in the background of the video feed. An ambulance had just pulled into the bay and as the doors opened a gurney appeared with an EMT at each end. The patient lay deathly still halfway to the hospital doors before he reached up, grabbed the EMT at his head and pulled him by the back of his neck down towards his face where he proceeded to bite his cheek.

The EMT at his feet rushed to his comrade's aid, pulling the patient away from the now injured woman. He reached into the back of the ambulance and grabbed a bag, rifling through it until he grabbed some gauze and held it to the EMT's cheek. In the meantime, the patient stumbled from the gurney knocking it over in the process before tripping to the ground from the ankle straps securing him to the gurney. He wriggled free in a few moments before scrambling back to his feet and limping towards a doctor who was stood at the hospital doors in light blue scrubs and a yellow plastic apron. He grabbed hold of her by the shoulders and bit into her neck, his head moving side to side before pulling back to chew on the fleshy meat in his mouth. Meanwhile the doctor, grasping at their neck with blood pulsing out between their fingers, fell to the ground.

Callie focused back on the news broadcaster, who was now looking a trifle uncomfortable with being so close to the scene began to speak again. "We are getting word that this is not a localized incident, reports are popping up from all over the country of infected patients attacking people and passing the infection on. We are being told that it appears the patients are going into cardiac arrest for several moments before... reanimating... and attacking..."

"Callie, what's going on?" Mrs. Ludlow asked after having witnessed the same thing the Latina had.

"I don't know, but it's nothing good" Callie sighed as she collapsed into the armchair without being welcomed and glanced at her client who watched the television.

"Reports have just come in that the President will address the nation, we will be back with more news after the live broadcast from the White House" The screen flicked to the press room at the White House as cameras started flashing as President Clarke entered the stage and made his way to the podium.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with a heavy heart that I announce that the country is being ravished by a disease we are not yet aware of the origin of. In the early hours of this morning, we were made aware that patients were allegedly reanimating from death to attack citizens, who then go into cardiac arrest and reanimate, and the cycle continues. Until we can get this situation under control, I am issuing a full lockdown. All citizens, including key workers, must return to their home immediately. If you have been bitten by an infected person, do not go to your local hospital. You are infected and for now we can only advise that you return to your home and lock yourself in a room alone until a cure can be formulated. It is of vital importance that you do not mingle with other people, as far as we are aware this has a one hundred percent infection rate. We will now open the floor to questions..."

"I need to go" Callie offered as she rose from the chair, her face pale from shock. She didn't want to say the word, but she had watched a zombie movie or two in her time and she knew what this looked like. The safest thing she could do would be to get home, isolate and wait till things calm down while she regroups.

"Ok dear. Will you be alright getting home?" Mrs. Ludlow asked in a shaky voice.

"I will be fine; I will just collect my tools from the backyard and be on my way. Lock up and don't let anyone in until your husband gets home" Callie advised as she rushed into the back garden, her client hot on her heels.

Callie grabbed her tools, throwing them in the large rubber bucket she kept them in before making her way to the gate. She patted down her pockets until she found her car keys and opened the gate.

"Please be careful?" Callie said as she glanced back to Mrs. Ludlow.

"You too, get home safely"

"I'll try. Goodbye for now" Callie smiled sadly at the older lady doubting that she would ever see the other woman ever again if things went the way she suspected they would.

Callie dumped her tools into the tray on her crew cab and jumped into the driver's seat before making her way towards her own suburb. Along the way she found the roads to be extremely busy as other people began to make their way home for the lock down. Eventually after a thirty-minute detour she arrived at her home, pulled her car into the garage and shut the electric double door.

Callie knew the score, she had seen enough zombie movies to know what was coming so she began to prepare, there was no way in hell she was spending the night in her bedroom tonight, it just wasn't safe.

She grabbed the loft hatch that lowered with a set of ladders attached, before moving off to the opposite side of her crew cab to some shelving on the wall. She grabbed a roll matt, sleeping bag and a wind-up lantern torch. She carried the items up into the boarded-out loft and unrolled both the roll matt and sleeping bag and set them out in place. Next, she deposited the lantern torch next to the hatch. She made her way down the ladders and into the bedroom and grabbed two pillows from her bed before carting them up to the loft and laying them at the head of the sleeping bag.

Next, she went to the kitchen and grabbed some big bags of Dorito's as well as a couple of two-litre bottles of water. She opened the fridge and grabbed some fruit, tossing them into a plastic box. She deposited her goods into the loft then descended the ladder and made her way around the house checking that all the doors and windows were locked and secured. She thanked her lucky stars that when she had built the house, she had the foresight to install Crim-Safe grills to all the windows and doors which now provided her with an extra layer of security. She closed the blinds to every window and sighed as she glanced around the house, satisfied that the house was as safe as possible she glanced down to her watch and saw that it was a little after four.

Digging into her pocket she grabbed her mobile and first tried to call her father in Miami, when an engaged line sounded through the phones speaker she sighed in frustration. Next, she tried to call her sister, Aria. The same engaged tone. With a few hours of daylight in Seattle left, she decided to go and ensure her garden was secured. She exited through the sliding patio door, sliding the Crim-Safe screen out of her way, she made her way to where the gate was leading to the front garden. It had a padlock on it that was never used, it was just there for when she went on holidays or to visit her family in Miami. She moved the bolt across the wooden gate and snapped the padlock into place.

Content that she had completed everything that needed doing, she made her way back inside the house and relocked the screen and back door. She made her way to the lounge where she flicked on the television and flicked it onto sky news. She ran back into the kitchen and grabbed an empty glass from the cupboard and filled it with chilled water from the fridge dispenser before returning to the lounge.

For the next two hours, Callie immersed herself in the happenings of the world. There wasn't much more information than she already knew, but what did become apparent to her was that this infection was well spread. Reports had been coming in from around the world as footage showed from various landmarks around the globe of the chaos she had witnessed at Seattle Grace just earlier today. From London to Tokyo, Paris to Berlin and Australia to Russia.

The world as she knew it was over, the shit had hit the fan and Callie couldn't see how there would be an end to all of this. With that in mind she pulled up Google Maps on her phone, it instantly honed in on her position sitting at home. She zoomed out slightly until the suburb she lived in was in view and took a screen shot. She sent the image to her home printer, then zoomed in on the four corners of the image and repeated the action until she had five photos of the area she lived in.

She took them to her home office and stuck them to the light box mounted on the wall and studied the images. There was three entrance points into the estate she lived in. The first was a two-way road with a central reservation that led to the main road that ran down one side of the estate. The second was a roundabout which led past the school, over a railway bridge and into another estate and the third was a footpath with led to the main road. The remainder of the estate was surrounded by a ten-foot wooden and steel fence apart from the area surrounding the school which was surrounded by a six-foot chicken wire style fence.

The cogs in Callie's brain began to turn as she thought of ways to secure the area she lived in to make it safe for the coming weeks. Little did she know that it would need to be secure for a lot longer than that.