HyperSaint's zombie Apocalypse

It is the year 2018, the earth has been reduced to nearly a wasteland.

2013, 5 years before the incident

A secret independent government has been running multiple experiments on resurrecting dead lifeforms. They merely started out in small experiments, from dead animals to deceased infants. Things were looking promising until a demented scientist suggested to use this experiment for chemical warfare. Many others rejected and declined as the experiments were in there early stage, furious on being rejected. He stole several biochemical equipments and disappeared from the lab.

In a secret cave, located below civilization, the deranged scientist began his satanic experiment, he has managed to get several deceased soldiers of war, and a few near-dead as well. He began with the deceased ones, injecting them with his own creation of vaccination to cure only the brain so the body will not feel fatigues nor pain. It succeeded, the deceased came to life, but it loses its ability to talk or communicate. Overjoyed at what the scientists has created, he began to revive the other deceased. His creation seems to work, but as he starts experiment with the near dead victims, as he attempts to inject one, his revived experiments ambushed him and the feasted on his body alive. The near dead victims, witnessing the bloody carnage, unable to do anything, slowly became the now revived zombies next meals, thus opening the door to apocalypse.

The zombie spread was devastating, it took down the whole of American region with in months, then spreads to the Euro region in a couple of years, then it hit Asia. Mass panic erupts everywhere, people abandoning their homes to seek shelter or salvation. With in weeks, the entire population of the world was reduced to mere 10%, now survivors look out for their own. Pockets if survivors spreads through out as they hope to find a future.

Present time and location, Singapore

Now, zombies roam streets, survivors are wary on where they are traveling or searching for resources. Their hideout, The Scape building, a once popular area for many people, now is the survivors salvation. It's occupants, made up of teenagers, it's leader, a man called Kenneth aka The Panda or baybay, watches over them. He is not just a leader, but also an advisor, he brings joy and often tries many ways to enlighten the mood to keep their morals up. His second in command, a girl name J, not all knows her real name as in this situation, she changes her name to be head strong and confident and never show a side of weakness. Despite her being second in command, she has a close partner and rival, Krysen. Though both of them fight often, they both see a similar resembles in each other, both of them never gives up. They both own a Katana, J's sword engraved "We Fall", Krysen's "We lose", their grips "To win". An old taboo they both seem to agree and worship too.
No matter where they go, or protect survivors from zombie walkers, they had each other's back while challenging kill scores. Kenneth has 2 scavenger leaders, Ina and an arrogant person, Edward. Unfortunately Ina hates Edward due to his arrogant ways of collecting resources and killing zombie walkers, he tends to risk people's lives for the fun of it and always calls himself to have first priority in every situations as he claims to be better than everyone which many tends to disagree however, it could never change his mindset, though there are times Kenneth tries to sort it out, Edward would be ignorant about it and don't care what is said. Ina is the opposite of Edward, however she tends to over react at certain situations, but gets the job done safely.

Kenneth was sitting inside his private quarters, with him was his childhood lover, Coreena. Right as the out break hit, Kenneth alone went to rescue her family, and brought them all to Scape building, they have been safe ever since. Kenneth was surveying what resources was left, he knew that they would have to restock soon otherwise the survivors will starve. As resources was important, the lives of the survivors was as important, he would not risk a Suicide run. Carefully thinking, he called for J, a few minutes later J came in with a knock.

"Baybay, so what's the next mission?"
"We are low on supplies, you up for a supply run?"
"Haiyo, again? We just did a supply run 2 weeks back, what happen to all the supplies?"
"With new survivors, more mouth to feed, not to mention Edwards unstoppable diet, he keeps eating non-stop, not to mention keep stealing or leaching from other people's own food while Using his power as a rescue leader, not to mention Ina is out looking for more survivors"

J then crosses her arms

"So, what's the plan?

Kenneth look at J in the eye with a regretful expression

"We might have to double the load back this time, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't necessary."

J stared at Kenneth for a brief seconds, uncrossed her arms and turned

"Remind me to smack Edward in the head when I get back"

Kenneth can't help but smile

J was at the armory, loading up on her safety gear, then begin sharpening her katana.

"Going out for another run?" Came a
Voice J knows so well

Krysen walking towards while holding her own Katana on her shoulder.

"Yea, but you are not invited" said J
with a sly grin

"Ah ha, ah ha, ahh hha" goes Krysen, with her sarcastic laughter

"As if I want too, but I would self invite myself, gotta watch someone's back, at the same time kill more then that person"

As Krysen turns and walks away

J continues to stare and cracked another grin.

As J and Krysen made their way out Kenneth tossed them a pair of pistols with an extra mag each.

"Only use them if necessary, remember them zombies are attracted by noise"

Krysen and J nodded and left.

After years of sneaking around zombies, they learnt how to be as silent as a mouse, moving through the shadows quick, elusive and fluid.
Only engaging when necessary, as subtle as ever. Krysen and J reached an abandon store house, they quickly store up supplies and medicines but find themselves short in hand.

Krysen looked to J in annoyance
"How the hell are we gonna bring the stuffs back?"

J looked around and saw an abandon vehicle, she ran towards it and found out it was still intact and operational.

"Are you sure you can drive it?"

J looked up and smiled

"It's the apocalypse, laws and order don't apply anymore" as she start up the engine.

With a loud roar, the car came alive.
A few minutes later, they heard faint moans, which gradually became louder, it meant that the zombies are near.

Krysen and J quickly load the remaining supplies and began to leave the area, J took a quick glance around the corner, there were dozens of walkers. Tempting as it was, to decapitate a few of them, it wasn't wort it as the supplies were important. They both got into the car, but infront of them were filled with walkers.

With a grin on J face, Krysen knew what was coming, with a hard step on the ignition pedal, their car drove straight into the horde, smashing the zombies, bodies flew, being dismembered in the process, organs and blood splash the window plates.

Krysen then said "turn on the windshield, can't see anything"

J then look around anxiously looking for the switch

"Uhhhh, which is it?"

Then they laugh at each other sillily as the continue to drive through the zombies, and eventually they found the switch for the windshield.

Reaching back to base, they were rewarded with cheers, but Kenneth being careful, warns them of not being to loud as it's not that safe.

As J and Krysen distributes the supplies accordingly, Edward starts barging in and approached J arrogantly.

"Eh what the hell took you teo so long?! Funny ahh?! I hungry you know?!"

"Shut up la, you think you the only person hungry is it?! For one think of other people's need and being considerate, stop being such an ignorant and arrogant bastard."

Came J, after distributing several supplies.

"Everyone will get their share, so will you, so you better wait or so help me I will literally beat the crap out of you. "

"You come and try la! Think I scared you is it?"

Kenneth saw enough and decided to step in

He stood inbetween arms raised and spoke sternly

"Let's not start something dire right now, if you haven't notice, the world is ending, we are but a few survivors left, maybe there are more but who knows? Everyone here is equal, down to the last person. We have to learn to be considerate as well. Otherwise we are no better then the damn bloody zombies out there.

He turn to J

"J calm down, I understand what you are trying to do, let me take over"

"What the hell?! You take her side?!" Exploded Edward

"No I am not, nor am I taking yours either, but honestly you have been pissing me off for a certain period now, you have to stop thinking that you are the freaking president of this place, you are a survivor like the rest of us, though you are a leader of a rescue team, you have not been behaving like one. You've been behaving like a spoilt brat, you even cause a few casualties of your own team. So stop this now or I will."

Edward stood there, angered. He was beginning to tensed up. Though unable to do so as many others agreed to Kenneth's words, he then walked away, disgusted.

Kenneth let out a hard sigh, turned to J

"Carry on with the distribution"

J and Krysen nodded

Kenneth walked away, tired

Edward stormed into his private room filled with anger. He punched the fall several times before sitting on his bed.

"Eh, why so angry? What happen?"

Came Nicholas, sneaky a peak at Edward.

"Fuck la, the same people la! FucK they all gang up on me, like I'm the enemy, I just say I hungry only then they say I some arrogant bastard"

"Aiya, they always like that luh, they think they are always right, when we want something they never allow."

"Ya...that's right...shit"

"Eh! Why don't we go out and grab some stuff of our own, all for ourselves? Then next time if they want we just treat them like how they treated us ah!"

Edwards face suddenly lighten and brighten up.

"Eh ya, let's do it, show them who is boss"

He stood up and did a redundant backflip for no exact reason. Grab his gears, he and Nicholas sneaked out in the dark into the city to get their own supplies.

As Nicholas and Edward left the building from their secret passage, they did not shut it properly and the door swayed open and it hit against the wall repeatedly, attracting the darkness.

Kenneth was having a private moment with his girl, when suddenly he heard screaming. Sensing the worst, he open his drawer and took out a pair if circular objects, size of a fists and placed them in his pockets.

"Stay here and lock the doors, do my open for anyone but me, do you understand?"

Coreena replied "be careful"

"I am panda, I'm always careful" as Kenneth smirked and shut the door behind him.

Panda ran as fast as he can, then a sudden stop in his tracks, infront of him was horror, mutilates bodies laid, they've been devoured mercilessly. Organs lay everywhere in pools of blood, dismembered bodies as well. Kenneth was devastated, and wondered who the hell did they zombies get in? A scream ahead caught panda's attention and he ran in that direction. Ahead he saw Krysen and J, protecting a group of people, hacking and slicing many zombies. But the horde may prove to be too much for just the two of them. Kenneth knew that things are turning bad, surrounded by dozens of zombie walkers, he drew a pair of circular objects, his customized bladed yoyos. Steel strings and shuriken modified blades attached, he toggled a button, the blades began to spin, then swung them expertly, decapitating zombies in his path, hoping to reach his trapped comrades in time.

J hacked a walker at its neck, however her sword got stuck and couldn't budge free, an incoming walker had forced herself to let go of the sword and back away. Now without a weapon, J is quite vulnerable, but being the person she is, she wasn't going to give up. She stood in combat form, but then Krysen stood infront of her, sword at the ready.

Krysen look back and smiled
"Guess I have to protect you now"

She leaped into the fray and decapitated many walkers, kick and slicing at the same time, she was in the middle of the horde. Her breathing became heavy, her energy slowly depleting, her grip became lose. Suddenly she slipped and her ankle got sprained, she fell onto the ground and the walkers were amassing on her. J suddenly appeared with a metal pipe and beat off a couple of walkers

"Oh no you are not!"
As she argued back to Krysen over her pervious statement

With a brief moment of pause, Krysen caught a few seconds of breather and got back to her feet. Stood beside J and grinned

"I am not gonna lose to you"

J grinned back

"Neither am I"

Then suddenly infront of them, Kenneth burst through like a spinning tornado, every walker near him were decapitated with ease

"Ok caaaan~ Stop competing and deal with the problems now~~"

J and Krysen laughed, and joined Kenneth.

Near the resources building, Nicholas and Edward were piling up their batch of supplies, nearly 3 carts full of them.

"Let's see who wants to take them from us, we will make them bow to us before giving them." Edward boasted ignorantly

"Haha! Make them all bow la! Become the leader instead of that Kenneth, I think you would be a better one la!"

As Nicholas was grabbing another batch of food, a walker suddenly appeared out of the darkness and bit a huge chunk of his arm. Nicholas screamed in horror as he arm was being devoured then ripped from it's socket, blood gushed out as the veins and bones were exposed, then a couple of more walkers appeared, dragged Nicholas down to the ground and start eating him alive. Nicholas' kept screaming, till his throat filled with blood, then a walker bit his throat off exposing his bloodied windpipe, blood spewed out uncontrollably, unable to mutter a word and chocking on his own blood then Nicholas went silent. The sounds left were meat and bones being chewed and eaten. Edward watched in horror as the walkers ate Nicholas body gruesomely, ripping his head of, gouging out eye balls and eating them, finally cracking open the head and exposing the brain which manywalkers began feasting on it. Edward couldn't watch anymore as a walker tore Nicholas' lifeless body open and ate his organs. Edward slowly backed away, but clumsily knocked over a couple of boxes, drawing attention of the walkers. Edward then turned and ran out of the store, being chased by now a huge horde of zombies.

Kenneth, J and Krysen were cleaning up the rest of the horde, with the help of some others. After another 30 mins, the building was secured, everybody was cleaning up the mess, disposing and burning zombie and human corpses, to prevent any infection. J found and retrieved her lost katana, while Kenneth and Krysen were cleaning their weapons, Coreena then approached them.

"Guys you better take a look at this"
As she pointed at the video surveillance system.

The four of them gathered and found the reason that started all this, Edward and Nicholas were the culprits of letting the zombies in by leaving a door open.

"That damn Edward, he has crossed the line, if those zombies won't kill him, I will." As Kenneth slammed his fist hard on the table. What comes next took them by surprise, Edward appeared through the room, limping. His right leg was bitten and was leaking lots of blood, infected signs were appearing as his leg became to turn grey and black.

"Help...me...please..."

As Edward collapsed. Kenneth and J knelt beside Edward's infected leg, unsure of what to do. Kenneth the stood, looking at Krysen and extended his arm, Krysen realized what was coming next and nodded. She unsheathed her sword and gave it to Kenneth, grip first.

He looked and J

"Hold him" Kenneth said grimly

J too understood the situation and held Edward down.

Edward looked up as Kenneth stood above him at his right leg.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Kenneth replied "It has to be done, or you will turn into one of them" as he raised the sword above his head.

"Wait, no, stop don't! Don't do it!" Noooo! Screamed Edward.

Kenneth swung the sword in a downward, and sliced of Edward's leg from the hip onwards.

Edward screamed in pain as his right leg was chopped off. He spasmed uncontrollably as the pain was too immense, Coreena was trying hard to bandage the amputated leg, J and Krysen then was trying hard to hold him down as the more he moves, more blood will flow out. Kenneth couldn't take it anymore, he uppercut Edward hard and knocked him out. Finally Coreena was able to stop the bleeding, Kenneth tossed the amputated leg into the fire along with the other burning corpses. Though the situation didn't seem to die out as there were loud moanings coming from the outside. Kenneth look outside the window, to his horror, there were dozens of walkers outside approaching the building.

Nabehh, thanks to this stupid Edward, we are doomed now, how the hell are we gonna fend them off?

Kenneth's thoughts ringing in his head, he looked around him, the teaming survivors were tired and beaten. Even J and Krysen were suffering from fatigue, he couldn't risk any of their lives and he would not either. Kenneth then kissed Coreena for what seems his last kiss, walked out of the building to face the zombies.

With only his blades yoyos with him, he stood ready.

"Eh panda, do you really think we let you do this alone?" Came J

Kenneth turned and saw J, Krysen and even Coreena walking towards him, weapons drawn. Coreena held a long steel rod, with a determine look on her face.

"Don't think you are the leader we will listen to you all the time"

Grinned Krysen as they stood at panda's side.

"Haiz, you stupid people"

As a smile cracked on panda's face

As the zombies crept closer, the 4 of them stood ready.

Suddenly a immense brilliance of light appeared at the walkers, the a huge barrage of gun fire erupted, the four of them leaped onto the ground,
Covering their heads as they watch the slaughter. The zombies were torn apart by gunfire and explosions, them witnessing the situation was what is now their salvation. Within a few minutes the entire horde was annihilated.

The group then stood up, staring at the massacre, then noticed laser sights were aimed at them. They stood together back to back, as figures in face mask approached them, hiding their identity weapons aimed at them, along with military vehicles bringing up the rear, it was a huge convoy of what seems like military personal.

Then a representative approached them and spoke in a commanding voice.

"You infected?!"

Kenneth and the rest stood in silence.

The figure the aimed the weapon at panda'a head

"Answer me!"

Kenneth then shook his head, No

The figure then sighed in relief and lowered the weapon.

"Seems like it is a small world huh Kenneth bay"

Kenneth stared in confusion as the figure removed the face mask, revealing its face, and exposing its long hair. Kenneth eyes widened in shock and awe as the figure was Amira, behind her were was Aiman, Shannon and Hanna and a returning Ina whom all were smiling

"Seems like we came just in time huh?, Booyah! So you got space for a few more? Grinned Amira.

End file.

HyperSaint's zombie Apocalypse by JintaRequim


Hypersaint's zombie story part 2 of 3 of volume 1

Salvation

The arrival of Amira and gang brought much joy and hope to the beaten and worn out survivors. Bringing fresh supplies, and improved equipment meant that the survivors have a higher chance of facing any situations. Even as new and trained survivors enters, Kenneth reminds everybody to not slack off or lose focus, it has not change the fact that the world is still infested with zombies. But for this one night alone, Kenneth allowed everyone to have fun and relax as Amira's people brought it what is now a luxury, barrels of beer and other alcohols. Though Amira doesn't drink, she is the party leader as she started to sing and dance like a machine bringing up the mood.

Kenneth took the over watch himself, as his people deserves it.
As Kenneth walks towards the balcony, he stopped in his tracks, outside of Edward's now confined cellar. He turn and faced him, Kenneth's face still grim over what Edward has done.

"Do you realize what you have done? How foolish you are? You costed many lives over what? Greed over food? Seriously, you never think! You always think for yourself, never once for others." Exploded Kenenth.

"Aiya whatever la, it's already over you still bring it up for? You even chopped of my leg! Why would you do that? What if I wouldn't get infected of the wound, fuck Just let me out of the cell will you? I need to eat and do some stuffs" retorted Edward.

Panda slammed the cell door

"Even after all that had happened, how ignorant are you? Even when your leg is gone. You continue to be an arrogant little asshole." Said Kenneth as he turn his back on Edward.

"Enjoy your new room, you are gonna be in there for a very long time"

"DO NOT LEAVE ME HERE! DO YOU HEAR ME?! KENNETH!" Screamed Edward, but it was completely redundant as Kenneth ignored every word.

Reaching the top balcony, Kenneth let out a long and relaxing sigh, first time in a long time he felt secure and safe. The thought of his people down below are having fun and finding renewed happiness made him happy. After a long time of making hard choices and tough decisions, it seems it was for a better future.

Suddenly Aiman and Hanna popped from behind.

"Panda!"

It gave Kenneth a huge shock

"Nabehhh, scare me sia, I though what suddenly zombies can talk"

"Haha! No luhhh, how can Sir Vanity be a zombie? I'm so majestic and kingly"

"Pssshh what ever la Aiman, you were screaming like a girl when I saved you"

Replied Hanna as she flipped her hair with her hand and gave that bitch face.

Aiman replied "ehlehhh, don't ruin my image as Sir Vanity!" Retorted Aiman

"So Panda! How's everything? It seems you did a good job maintaining order and keeping them safe, it makes me wonder how you did it."

The sudden comment gave Kenneth a sour look, he turned and face the sky, waiting for a few heartbeats and replied

"It was a promise I made to someone, he unfortunately gave his life allowing us the board up and seal every entrance to prevent any zombies to breach in. He always was crazy, doing anything and keeping us high morale and spirited. But his sacrifice gave us hope, and a better tomorrow."

Kenneth turned and walked away before Hanna or Aiman could reply, as he does not want to reminisce himself of the death of a close friend.

Down below, Amira was partying like a queen.

The very next day, Kenneth strode the floors leisurely, many people were passed out or asleep, Amira was on top of a pillar in a queen posture, a mixed of both asleep and accomplished form. Kenneth assumed that Amira may have partied too hard as she was using her shoe as a pillow and her arm dangling down while holding onto a microphone . To his surprise, he saw Ina, Krysen, J and other military personal up and early. Cleaning their weapons, teaching them how to use the firearms cautiously. A military personal was sparring with Krysen, Kenneth grinned as he knew Krysen was going easy on him as he sees Krysen grinning uncontrollably and doing her sarcastic laughter. J was being taught by a weapon specialist on wielding dual swords, Ina on the other hand, occupied herself with configuring fire arms to her accustomed satisfaction.

Kenneth walked into his quarters, saw Correena asleep peacefully, while holding a bottle of empty Soju, Kenneth slowly reached and retrieved the bottle and replaced it with a pillow. Correena then hugged the pillow tighter and snored discreetly. Kenneth reached for a blanket and covered her with it, before giving her a kiss on the forehead. As Kenneth exited the room quietly, he saw Aiman and Hanna gearing up, Kenneth approaches them.

"Where are you two heading to?"
Asked Kenneth

"We are heading out, see if we could find any survivors and get more supplies, though we brought a huge supply, it's not infinite." Said Hanna

"May we tag along?"
Came a voice behind

Kenneth turned and saw Krysen and J walking towards them, in full gear which made Kenneth frowned sarcastically.

"Can't lose my edge now can I? I can't lose to J in skills as well"
Said Krysen with a challenging tone.

J just snorted and cocked her head to her right, avoiding Krysen's eye.

Kenneth smiled foolishly

"This time I'll come along, need some fresh air, confined in here for abit too long"

"Well more the merrier, is what I would say if it wasn't a zombie apocalypse, but sure why not, we could use some extra hands"
Said Aiman

"When did you gain wisdom?"
Asked J

"Cause I am Sir Vanity"

An hour later, the group was in full armor, finishing their final preparation. Kenneth entrusted Ina and Amira for guarding the building, though Amira would need to get back to earth as she was still half passed out.

Using on the military vehicles with a large interior. The 5 of then drove out, avoiding roads with massed zombies to prevent any dire situations.

"So how did you guys get all this gear?"
Question Kenneth.

"As soon as the out break reach Singapore, my uncle brought me to his military base to stock on arms and supples, he however got bit, I had to put him down unfortunately. But the place came flooded with refugees, some were infected and slowly one by one they turned, I already gathered some supplies beforehand, so I grab a few more just in time as almost everyone start turning. I picked up a few military personal on the way, saved Hanna back there, while Amira was holding her own with a baseball bat with nails embedded in it. She was going ape-shit on them, and trust me she is crazy. When I saw her, she was standing on a pile of them, shouting "Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!" Like a female spartan on crack" Answered Aiman

All five of them start laughing, never have they heard of someone being so crazy enough to kill that many zombies.

They came to a stop at a abandon building, Aiman parked the car as close as he could to the garage elevator. The five of them splitted up, to cover ground and collect as many supples as they could, Kenneth and J in charge of supplies while Krysen with Hanna and Aiman for medicines.

As quiet and cautious as they can be, Kenneth and J walk through lvl 1
to 3, already gathered some supplies. Then a sound that send a chill up their spines, but is different now, more like licking and sniffing with fleshy foot steps. Kenneth and J immediately ran into a store, they blended into the shadow and hide.

The sound crept closer, it's rotten odor was immense, Kenneth fought hard to keep himself from throwing up, J was covering her nose and mouth. Then they saw it, a mutation. It was waking in all four like a sort of animal with long nails, it's bodies flesh was protruding out, it's long tongue was licking the area, it's face was made of flesh and bone, it's jaw was deformed, teeth sharp and rotten. It has no eyes, but hollow sockets. It's head was turning left and right, finally it stopped at a store where Kenneth and J was hiding in, it then crept closer. Kenneth had to think fast, other wise risk getting into a messy situation. Kenneth threw an empty can down the hall way from which they entered from, which caught the new zombie's attention and went in that direction. Kenneth went out the store to see if it's clear, then turned back to give J the all-clear signal, but J was digging through a heap of thrash.

"What are you doing? We have to go before it comes back" warned Kenneth.

"Wait, this are super rare and limited Editions of Super Junior collection cards with legit signatures laminated in long last plastic covers, I must have all 13 of them!" Exclaimed J

"Are you serious? The world has gone to a shit hole and zombies around us, yet you are collecting Super Junior cards?!

"Like duh! Especially Eunhyuks and Donghae's! Yes! I found them all! Krysen is not gonna have any of them!" Grinned J

Kenneth turned with an annoyed face and muttered to himself.

"Figures, worlds gone to shit storm, zombies around us and we are suppose to be looking for supplies, yet she has time to collect them cards, nabehhh..."

Meanwhile...

"Why did you have to shout "I am Sir Vanity! Come and face your doom!"

"Sorry! I couldn't help it! Cause I am Sir Vanity"

"You didn't have to shout when we there were zombie around! Shit you la!"

Hanna and Aiman were running from hordes of zombies while carrying a bag of medicines, which some bottles are dropping out.

"Hanna! The medicines are dropping! What do we do?"

"Be my guest to get them back, just tell those zombies to give you passage through, oh wait they won't, CAUSE THEY WANT TO EAT US!"

"This sucks!"

Finally they both turned to a corner and manage to shut the doors before any zombie broke through. Hanna and Aiman slump to the floor, exhausted. The medicine bag Aiman carried, inside was only 1/5 of what they collected.

Hanna then realized they were inside a sword relic store, she then made a devilish grin and made her way to one of the swords on the wall. Aiman saw and began to freak out.

"Hanna...what's with that smile? You are scaring me."

"Heheee, time to have some fun~"

Hanna then kick open the door which sent a couple of zombies flying back. She then swung and slice with two swords in hand. Decapitating multiple zombies at once, Aiman was still in the store, stunned. After a few more minutes, Hanna finished off all remaining zombies, and their path was cleared.

Aiman was trembling in fear at what he just witnessed. Hanna turned and smiled.

"So Sir Vanity, you just gonna stand there, shaking in fear in the process of losing your dignity, or you gonna pick up these medicines you dropped?"

Finally Aiman got back his senses and snorted.

"Pfft, of course I am. I'm Sir Vanity!" Shouted Aiman.

"Your lucky I cleared the zombies and filled my rage, otherwise I am
Gonna cut your head off for saying that over and over"

30 minutes later. The separate groups met up in the lobby.

Kenneth was walking ahead of J as she was busy looking at her collected Super Junior shiny cards.

Aiman was carrying a big bag of medicines, while Hanna's backpack was filled with multiple swords and knives.

"Yo panda! Catch!"

As Hanna tossed a bamboo stick at Kenneth.

Kenneth stared at it and frowned.

"What am I suppose to do with it? My nickname is panda but I ain't eating no bamboo stick."

"Will you just open the top end before even judging?"

Kenneth then took another look at it, placed his hand at the tip, and pulled. A long sword emerged from it, which made Kenneth's eye open wide.

"Nabehhhh, fucking shiok sial"

Hanna laughed

"See, I told you he'd like it" as Hanna stared at Aiman.

"Ok fine!"

"Seriously J? We are fending off the zombies, collecting supplies and food, and you are collecting Super Junior cards? How crazy can yo..."

Before Hanna could finish her words, J presented a shiny Exo Kris card to her.

Hanna then squealed uncontrollably.

"Omg thank you! Zomg he is so..."

Without let hanna finish her sentence,Kenneth turned and whispered to Aiman.

"She another one...Haiyo, best let her and J alone till they are done fan-girling."

As the group slowly approached the exit, there was a loud grotesque roar which shook all of them and instinctively drew arms. Facing at all directions, they surveyed at all directions. Suddenly a large chunk of debris dropped from the higher levels towards the group. Kenneth was the first to react, he pushed Hanna and Aiman back, grab J and narrowly avoided the rocks. Getting back to their feets, they finally saw the culprit. It was a huge zombie, mutated into such a huge berserker, a large torso and arms, it's head was divided into two. It's form of walking is similar to an gorilla, it then start beating the ground and leapt down towards Kenneth.

Kenneth rolled to avoid the death crashing of the huge zombie. It crashed down hard, it began to react as if it's being annoyed. Beating its chest and roaring, it then charged towards Kenneth. Although it's huge, and a single blow would kill him instantly, it was slow in moving. Kenneth was able to dodge a few times. Hanna and J then charged towards it and start slashing it's back, trying to bring it down. But it's back muscles were hard as if hitting a rock, any attempt of cutting it was in vain. It swung it's huge arm back, J and Hanna reacted just in time as the huge arm glanced over their heads. It made the two of them back off, risking another close attempt would definitely unwise. Aiman at the far side was inside a liquor store, grabbing a bottle and stuffing a cloth down the tube.

"How the hell do we kill it? It's bound to get a lucky hit!" Shouted J

"I have no idea! None of our attacks are working!" Replied Kenneth.

"EVERYBODY! GET CLEAR!" Came a shout.

All of their heads turned and saw Aiman running towards the berserker zombie, in his hand a Molotov.

He threw it, and it lit up the berserker. Covered in flame, the berserker was in pain now, thrashing wildly and roaring. Aiman threw more liquor and it intensified the flames.

"Let's get out of here before it manages to recover! " shouted Kenneth.

The group then ran towards the exit, but suddenly a huge boulder flew over them and blocked the exit. It stunned them, and despair crawled over them. Suddenly, the water sprinklers activated, and the roaring stopped. The four of them turned and saw the flames were dead, the berserker zombie was blackened and smog, but it's still alive. Now trapped against the corner, it walk towards them. It then grabbed a huge rock and hurled it, the four of them dodged it and attempt to get around it, but at a surprising speed using the slippery floor it was upon Aiman instantly as it recognize its attacker, and sent him flying towards the wall with a loud crash, Aiman slumped on to the floor, coughing blood.

Hanna race towards Aiman, but suddenly out of the darkness, a long tongue emerged and caught Hanna by the neck, it's was the deform zombie Kenneth and J saw earlier. It came back to seek its preys. Hanna desperately tries to grasp air has it began to choke her, her grip of her sword weakens and it dropped to the floor as she begins to lose conscience. J attempted to save Hanna, she sliced off its legs, dropping to the floor, it's tongue weakened but it's grip was still strong but with its sharp claws, it stab into J's thighs, J screamed aloud,but then pierced its claw with her sword to the ground and locking it in place. It's other claw went straight for J's neck, but she dodged it at the last second and did a submission move, now the three of them are in a dead lock.

Torn between the berserker, and the licker Zombie. Time was running out and choices steep, drawing his bamboo blade, he stared down the berserker, in ready form. With each dodge, Kenneth cut its arms as hard as it can. It's burnt body manage to soften its hard skin and Kenneth was causing pain. Kenneth had to finish it fast in order to save the others. He dodge another blow, and stabbed with all his might. It went through the arm, but it got stuck, Kenneth unable to pry it free, he was forced to let go as the berserker swung it's other fist. Kenneth rolled to his side, finally he had enough, he drew his shuriken yoyo, and charged, moving expertly now he attacks were relentless. He gaining ground and pushing the berserker back. Kenneth swung harder and harder, and finally manage to slice of its left wrist. It then dropped to the floor, beaten and bleeding. Kenneth went for the killing blow, but it blocked at the last second with its right arm, as how the sword got stuck, so did Kenneth's yoyo. The swinging with all it's might, it slammed Kenneth to the ground. Kenneth laid on the ground, his back bones fractured, he couldn't move. Darkness was shrouded, his vision blurred, blood was rupturing internally. He glanced over and saw J and Hanna battling hard with the licker zombie, Aiman unconscious. He couldn't save them in the end, a shadow loomed over head as he saw the berserker raising its free arm. Kenneth closed his eyes, and thought of Correena.

Suddenly he heard a couple of loud gun shots, and he saw the berserker being pierced by two harpoons, two figures in the shadow was pulling it back, away from Kenneth. Finally securing the ropes to the wall, a burst fire of shots from the shadows,
It hit the licker in the head and back, yet it was still alive, a few more shots and finally it died.

With the licker dead, and berserker secured, four silhouette clad in black, each with a chess board piece of sort on its backs reeled down. They were maskless, but Kenneth couldn't recognize them as his vision was blurred. The knight chess piece carefully brought Kenneth towards his other comrades, and they placed injured four at a safe location, finally turning back towards the berserker.

The four held rifles, one of them had a rocket launcher on his back. They fired at it, destroying its legs and most of its lower torso and it slumped to the floor.

The one with King chess piece, unslung the rocket launcher and aimed at it.

"Your move, checkmate you ugly motherfucker."

The berserker let out a final roar, as the rocket was fired towards its head and exploded.

It was the last thing Kenneth saw as he finally slump into unconsciousness.

End file.

Hypersaint's zombie story part 2 of 3 of volume 1 by JintaRequim


The zed's walk

The Dead Walk by:Riley these characters are (jeorge a american soldier)( a canadian scientist)(private bruno a german soldier)(henry a british scientist carries all supplies except for some)(clarette a italian female soldier)

It was a warm summer day, everyone in the group 13 of the research group was tired... "when the hell are we gonna get to the god dang temple!" Shouted jeorge "i dont know but this map indicates we are close." say's "thank goooood!" moans the rest of the party. then all of a sudden the temple showed up "the temple wow,i never imagined it being this beuitiful!" said excitedly.
then clarette said"ok now that we are here you henry set up the camp you! jeorge and bruno gaurd the primiter me and the other scientist's will check out the outside of the building." suddenly a load noise arose from behind the temple "what the heck was that?" questioned .

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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The zed's walk by soniclover45


Home

**AN: As I've done before, I've procrastinated with updating my fanfiction by writing yet another fanfiction. **

**This fanfiction in particular is inspiried by the song, "93 Million Miles" by Jason Mraz, which I had on repeat while writing it.**

**I apologize for any mistakes I've made, as I've forgotten bits and pieces here and there.**

**Zombies, Run! belongs to Naomi Alderman and Six to Start.**

ZR!: Home:

He squeezed his eyes, trying to block out the sound of his father's vehement voice, but already Sam knew it was fruitless; whenever the elder Mr. Yao was pissed, he only seemed to grow louder the harder you tried to block him out. Sam imagined his father's face being blood red in color, hair dishelved, his arms waving madly about with the cause of this immense anger clutched tightly in his hands-true, while this was more like something one would find in a cartoon or something of the sort, it wasn't very far off to how his dad probably was acting right now.

"...You can't just let the boy continue with this...this _insanity!_ Everytime you go to him, saying "oh Sam, it's all right", you're only encouraging him! He _needs_ to be punished-one of my own _failing_ a class? No. I won't have it," Mr. Yao paused, taking a sharp intake of breath before proceeding with his rant. "If he was raised by _my_ father, he would have been kicked out of the house by now. And honestly? I'm starting to think that maybe that's not a terrible idea after all."

"Love..." The thick wood of his door muffled his mother's voice, but Sam could hear her nonetheless. "Don't you think you're being...unreasonable?"

"Unreasonable? _Unreasonable?! _What's unreasonable are his grades-if he's failing French, what else could he be failing? I know that if he's failing his Engineering course, I won't heistate in disowning him."

Sam felt sick to his stomach, knowing that sooner or later, his parents would find out what he had been so desperately trying to hide. Then where would he go? It wasn't as if he had many friends who'd allow him to stay at their place until he was able to find a good job. He supposed he could stay with his sister and her boyfriend, though he didn't much care for being a third wheel.

Downstairs, the arguement continued, "Have you ever even _tried_ talking to your son-_without_ telling him he's a complete failure?"

"He's failing one of his easier courses. To me, that is nothing short of a failure."

"Do you ever think that Sam's failing because you're putting far too much stress on him? That perhaps, you're scaring him so much that he panics and can't concentrate on his work?" Frustrated, Mrs. Yao began to raise her own voice. "Maybe if you weren't so hard on h-"

"He's not stressed; he's lazy, unmotivated, and careless-which you seem to turn a blind eye to."

"What the hell is with you?! Don't you hear how you sound right now? You...you sound like a bloody maniac who's angry that he can't completely control everyone around him- you sound like a madman!"

"Maybe if our son was more like-"

"Oh _no_ you're not comparing our children. I will _not_ allow you to do that."

There was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut. Prying his eyes open, Sam allowed himself to walk over to the window; his father's car was backing out of the driveway, inside of it, his dad was struggling to keep himself calm. _Off for a drive...He only does that when he's __**really **__pissed... _Sucking in a shaky breath, he placed his forehead against the cool glass, though, it offered no help whatsoever.

"I'm dead," he muttered. "I am one hundred percent_ dead."_

"Sam?" He jumped; he hadn't even heard his mother come up the stairs. "Are you okay?"

"Oh...ah...hi mum..." A nervous smile tugged at his lips. "...Yeah, I'm...I'm fine..." his gaze darted back to the window: something that did not go unnoticed.

"Come here," she pulled him into her embrace. "You know your father loves you, right?"

Sam snorted, clearly expressing his disbelief.

"He does, you know. He just," she sighed, "he just has a difficult time showing it." She pulled away, resting her hands on his shoulders. "All we want is for you to be happy, okay?"

_Happy? Then why are you both forcing me to do something I'm not good at? Something I don't even want to do?_

Clearly afraid that her words weren't of any use, Mrs. Yao tried to make an offer, "Just finish up this year, and we'll see how everything goes, all right? If you don't want to be an engineer, you don't have to...just...can you try to get through the rest of the year?"

"I...okay."

"Good," she placed a kiss on his forehead and ruffled his hair despite his protests. "And Sam?"

"Yeah mum?"

"Just remember that after you move out...if you ever need a place to stay, you're more than welcome to come back; this will always be your home for as long as you want it to be..." she smiled, ruffled his hair once more, and proceeded to walk out of the room.

"Mum...?"

"Yes?" she paused, her hand lightly gripping the door knob.

"...Thanks."

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

**XxX**

Sam's arms dropped weakly to his side, but the grip on his ax remained firm. Despite the fact that mere weeks ago, he would have insisted that something like this could never happen-except in video games and movies-people were turning into zombies left and right. You get bitten? Boom. Zombie. One of said creatures had managed to break the lock to the Yao household, and, (unfortunately for Sam) before he was able to re-kill it, it had bitten both of his parents.

Blood and brains were splattered across the pale yellow walls, and the ancient vase handed down through his father's family lay in pieces on the floor. Shelves were over turned, knick knacks scattered about in their attempt to find a weapon to use against the walking dead (or as a distraction, if not a weapon); nothing had worked, and, as they were losing valuable time and energy, Mr. Yao had shouted at Sam to get the ax from the tool shed as he kept the zombie busy.

If Sam would have just been a few seconds faster, he probably could have saved them.

His father had been gripping at his neck, face pale, when he'd returned, and his mother (who'd attempted to defend her husband from being bitten a second time) found her skin come into contact with the zombie's teeth right before his eyes.

Angered-more at himself than anyone else-Sam had found himself rushing full force at the zom, wielding his newfound weapon; he didn't stop striking until it ceased its moving. As he pulled the weapon out of the thing's head, it made a disgusting "squelch." A chunk of brain slid off of the blade, hitting the floor with a squish.

"Mum...Dad...I..." he stood there trembling, eyes wide, and face drained of all color, uneasiness plain on his features; he tried to keep himself from looking at the grey corpse lying motionless beside him.

"Sam...you...you need..." Whatever it is she'd wanted to say was cut short by a series of body-racking coughs. "You need to..."

His father finished the setence, "save yourself." Sam felt as if he were in some cliched movie and would've laughed at the words had his parents not been on the brink of joining the army of the undead.

"But you-"

"Save yourself," he repeated, trying (and failing) to stop himself from coughing. "Get out...look for your...your sis-sister...just..._go."_

He felt helpless, standing there as they were slowly dying, guilt clutching him in its grasp. _He _should be the one who was bitten, not them. Sam had nothing to offer the world except for interests in video games and radio-which were more useless these days than before, considering the "zombie apocalyspe" called for _actual _skills, not simple hobbies.

His parents were far more important than he; they and his sister actually had things to offer that could prove helpful, unlike him: useless, lazy, unmotivated Sam.

"I-"

"Sam, listen to your father. You can't...can't do anything to help us. We're going to...I don't want you to turn, Sam. ...Please...just...go," Mrs. Yao's face was contorted in pain. "You..."

"Kill us."

_"What?!" _ Sam was taken aback by how calmly his father could say those words together.

"You heard...heard me...use the ax. Kill us." His coughing was growing worse as time passed.

"That's...I can't...are you _mad?!"_

"The way things are going, you're going...to have to kill more people before they turn, so why not start with us?"

He felt his mouth go dry, knowing full well he'd lost the arguement. "Can I...can I at least sit with you until I have to..." he swallowed. "Do you both in?"

"Sam..." his mother was pleaing with him, tears glistening in her eyes. "Don't do this...don't make it harder than it needs to be..."

"I...okay..." Shakily, he raised the ax above his father, preparing to swing downward at full force when the elder man spoke once more.

"I love you, son..." With a sickening crack, the weapon pierced his skull, sending bone fragments (as well as more brains) flying.

Before Sam could lose his nerve, he repeated the action, this time with his mother.

Covered in bits and pieces of his parents, Sam felt as if he would puke, but at the same time, nothing would come up. Trembling violently now, he gripped his ax tighter, not bothering to stop the onslaught of tears streaming down his face.

After a few seconds, he forced himself to move, forced himself to get the backpack that he'd filled with emergency supplies just days before from his room, and to get moving.

There was nothing here for him any more: his parents were dead, and their house wasn't safe any more. Soon, it would be a haven for swarms of zombies, leaving it unhabitable for the living.

He knew he could never return home, even if all this ended-"home" was gone.

**XxX**

Due to yet another short supply of runner not only doing supply runs, he'd been guarding the southern wall, an ax in his hand (not _his _ax, as that had been destroyed weeks ago), when he spotted someone-or _something_, as Sam quickly reminded himself-heading straight for the township...if one could even call it that.

Abel was just a dinky little thing, consisting of one giant farmhouse at the, a shabby garden to the north, a tent as a hospital nearby, and "houses" that were more shacks than anything else surrounded by walls that most people doubted were even stable enough to hold back raiders, much less zoms.

Thus, the need for guards twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week until enough supplies could be gathered to build stronger walls.

Whatever it was seemed too fast to possibly be a zom, but even if the person made it within reach of Abel, they had a growing pack of the undead on their heels, which spelled certain doom for the base and all of its residents.

_They might make it here long before the horde if they try hard enough... _Vaguely, he wondered if there was a chance the mystery runner could be his sister, and held onto that hope until the person got close enough for him to see their features and those hopes were dashed.

The runner was a pretty, dark-skinned girl; she was covered in a sheen of sweat, her clothes sticking to her body. The pack on her back gave little bounces each time her foot would hit the ground. However, what really made Sam stare in absolute bewilderment was how far the horde that'd been chasing her was falling behind.

Within a few more moments, the stranger had made it to the gates, dishelved from the long run. "Holy..." gasping for breath, she bent over, hands on her knees. "Holy hell. ...Must've run thirty five kilometers at _least." _Catching her breath, she stood up straight, her gaze on Sam. "Not trying to be bossy or anything, but can you let me in? I don't know how much longer it'll be before they get here, but I _really_ don't want to be out here when they do. "

"Uh...sure?" He called to the other side for someone to raise the gates (luckily Abel's residents were smart enough to install automated gates as soon as they were able to-several bases had fallen to zombies due to having a simple latched gate.)

"Thanks," she nodded. "You should get inside too, you know...I highly doubt you can take on twenty or so zoms by yourself."

"H-hey!" Sam protested weakly, not wanting to seem like he couldn't hold his own in front of her. "How do you know I'm not a professional zombie killer?" ...Though, he probably succeeded in making himself seem foolish in his attempt.

"Uh huh," the girl raised an eyebrow. "And if you're so good at killing zombies, then where were you when I had that horde coming after me?"

"I...uh..."

"Thought so," she strolled through the gates without waiting for him to follow.

Despite the fact that he'd get into serious trouble with both Janine and the Major, Sam couldn't help but follow her and quell at least _some_ of his curiousity. _Besides...someone needs to take her to the Major for a background check. _"Hey, you-what's your name?"

"Huh?" she turned around to face him. "Who, me? I'm Alice. Alice Dempsey." A warm smile lit up her features. "And you? What may I have the pleasure of calling you, "Mr. Professional Zombie Killer"?"

"Sam Yao," he answered, returning the grin. "Pleased to meet you."

He'd only just now met Alice, and already he was beginning to feel at ease around her; there was just something about her that reminded him of life before the outbreak.

She reminded him of home.

End file.

Home by Blithe Novelties


Alive

His eyes won't adjust as he stumbles out of the comms shack, tonight of all nights Jenine has finally agreed to light it, and into the inky black night. And even though the klaxons are still blaring at the gates, and he has just watched her sprint past the last camera, he's still panicking. "Five!" he shouts. "Five! Five!" His heart thuds heavily, where was she? Sam barely has the time to make out the blur of motion before she slams into his chest. His breath escapes him in a deep shudder, and his eyes slip closed. "Five, oh god, Five." Alive, she was really alive.

Her whole body trembles in his arms, whether from her sweat-soaked clothes or fear, he can't tell. He holds her for a long moment, hands pressing her tightly, feeling her flesh firm and solid beneath. He's never had a runner come back, he thinks. Almost twenty hours gone, and now she's back and warm in his arms.

The first strike lands on his lower ribs, the second on his right shoulder. He pulls back, confused and a little stung, but the blows keep coming. They're not _that _ painful, but that's probably due to Five's exhaustion. He grabs her wrists, "Five, what-"

He hisses as her elbow connects solidly against his solar plexus. "They're not the lucky ones, Sam! They're not the-" she bucks against his hold, "lucky-" a weak fist into his stomach, "ones!" His words rush back to him, leaving a foul taste in his mouth. "No, oh Five, I'm so sorry, we're the lucky ones, of course we are." She ends her attack, but it's quickly replaced by a wave of sobs, which Sam's not sure is necessarily an improvement. What was one supposed do with a crying female? He settles for scooping her up in his arms.

"Let's get you to the hospital, huh, Five?"

He can feel her hiccupping breath as she whispers into his neck, "-not the lucky ones."

"No," he agrees, "they're not."

His shirt is wet with her tears and sweat by the time they cross Abel to the hospital where Maxine is ready and waiting. Sam isn't completely sure he's not hallucinating the moisture edging the doctor's eyes. "Welcome home, Runner Five." Five lets out a sob in response.

"She's crying."

"So I see, Mr. Yao, thank you."

"I don't- she's crying a lot."

Maxine shoots him a bemused sort of half-grin. "She's in shock, Sam. Why don't you put Runner Five down on the cot here."

Sam moves to do as she asks, but it soon becomes apparent that Runner Five has no interest in removing her hands from around his neck. "No," she whispers, "you can't go." She looks up at him with great glossy eyes that remind him of the look his little sister used when she wanted to play with his friends, or needed him to lie to their dad. She's a little girl all of the sudden, tiny and fragile, and it scares Sam half-to-death.

He remembers when she came sprinting into town after the helicopter was shot down, Alice on her tail and a gash in her head that would cause retrograde amnesia bad enough to wipe several months from her memory. She'd been so strong, barely batted an eye before she took up her new position in Abel. Now she's small and scared, but damned if Sam's not going to let her hold on if she needs to.

"Hey Five, I'm not going anywhere, okay? But the doctor here needs to look you over, yeah? So why don't you just hold my hand for a little bit?" Five is slow to move at first, but gradually moves her hands down Sam's arm until they're clasped tightly between his own. "That's my girl."

"Very good, Mr. Yao. Now, Runner Five, I need you to drink as much of this as you can, alright?" Maxine hands over a bottle of water mixed with what looks to be powdered sports drink, and probably, Sam acknowledges, crushed pain killers. Five nods and sips obediently. "Good, can we take off your pack?"

They do, though it is a slow process as Five is hesitant to let go of Sam's hand for even a split second. He can tell she's starting to come back to them though, her pulse is settling, and her eyes are tracking more of Dr. Myers' movements. A few more sips of her bright orange water, and Five shakes herself like a wet dog. "Sorry, sorry, I'm trying."

"You're doing fine, Five, we've got you."

"My leg, I hurt it. Fell down a hill, got caught up with an axe I was carrying. Didn't see the zoms in time to plan a good path. Didn't see the hill. Really bloody. Hurts like hell." She tries to take off her cargo pants with just one hand and without standing up. Dr. Myers tuts and pushes her hands out of the way before cutting the leg of her pants completely off. His face is about to catch fire, Sam is pretty sure, just as he's pretty sure Five will kill him if she remembers any of this tomorrow. But then he's distracted by the torn, dirty wound marking the pretty pink skin of her upper thigh.

"Damn."

"You didn't think to stop and bandage this?"

"Zombies," is all Five replies.

The wound is too old for stitches, Maxine explains, but she grabs the antiseptic and begins to clean. Sam flinches with every hiss Five lets out. He can't even protect her from this, after all she's been through, and after he was the one to recommend her for the mission. It seems like hours later when Maxine is finally done.

"Bandages," Five forces out between teeth still clenched against the pain. "There are big bandages in my pack."

Maxine strews the contents out along the counter, and she and Sam let out nearly synchronized gasps. Hundreds of bottles of pills roll along the counter, and none of them look anything like the bottles of over-the-counter medicine which currently stocks Abel's hospital. There are thick sleeves of bandages, too, and syringes still packed in their sterile casings, and there at the bottom-

"Is this a defibrillator?" Maxine asks, and Sam can hear the near reverence in her voice.

"Ran into a clinic that hadn't been looted. Brought everything I could carry."

Maxine runs gentle fingers along the plastic casing, but doesn't take much longer to return to taping up Runner Five's leg. "You need to come back every couple of days to make sure infection isn't setting in, and no running until I say so, alright?"

It warms Sam's heart to see Five spark with protest, even if it is a stupid one, "I have missions, Maxine, I can't just-"

"Your missions for the next week have already been redistributed among the other runners. Right now you need to focus on getting better."

Maxine's words, though meant to comfort, only serve to remind both Sam and Five that six hours ago everyone thought she was dead. Six hours ago, for all intents and purposes, she was dead. She shifts her body closer to his on the narrow cot, and he places a gentle kiss along her hairline. And then another, because, hey, when will she ever let him this close again?

"Alright, Runner Five, let's check you for bites, and get the rest of that grime cleaned off."

"But Sam-"

"Will either stay or go, whatever you want, won't you, Sam?" Maxine finishes. He can feel the blood rush to his face, but nods anyway. Not that he'd be adverse to staying and watching, exactly, he just always saw himself as the sort of guy who might buy a girl's dinner first, or, you know, marry her or something.

Five doesn't look very happy with the options either. She's wearing an odd combination of flushed cheeks and panicky eyes which twist something odd in his stomach. "Sorry, sorry, I'm being silly."

"Stop apologizing, Five." Sam's voice comes out deeper than he means it to. "How about this? I'll go stand facing the corner over there, and you girls can tell me when to turn around." Maxine sends him a nod of approval over Five's head, so he squeezes her hands and then disentangles himself from her embrace.

He tries as best he can to not listen to the soft sounds of clothing being discarded behind him, but nearly forgets himself and turns at Five's soft voice, "Sam?"

"Yeah, Five?"

"Thanks for staying."

When Maxine sounds the all clear, Sam releases a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. She's going to be fine. Twenty hours with the zombies, but no bites. He tucks the blankets around her tightly, and takes the hand she reaches out to him. Fatigue has caught up with her, and her eyes are already closing. His hand she pulls against her chest and curls around it just a little.

She blinks up at him through sleep-lidded eyes. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I know it's not the same, but, I'm proud of you, Sam. You're a good man, Sam Yao." She smiles a bit and falls almost instantly asleep.

And well, if he's crying after that, it's damned well deserved, isn't it?

End file.

Alive by Erimenthetic


Illusions

_ Illusion_

I took a deep breath and looked around the room. It was all just an illusion. My entire life now. I would blink and wake up soon. Sometimes that's what life felt like right now, an illusion. Just a long dream. That's what life felt like. I could never tell what was real anymore.

"Janine, Janine, Janine, Janine, Jani-" I whipped my head around.

"What do you want, Mr. Yao?" I snapped and raised my head from its place on the table. I was sick a tired of Sam Yao bothering me about every single thing that every went wrong.

"Janine, my computer is broken. Can you fix it?" He asked. I sighed and shakily stood up.

_Illusion._

Is that what I was to everyone? Is that all we were? What is family anymore? Alliances? Was it that simple? We just have alliances. No more friends, family, trust, or love? We're human beings. We are programmed to survive and do whatever it takes.

Is that how we picked our friends now? What about a certain smile that people had that made you feel good? What happened to being able to make you laugh or being able to help you when you're scared?

"Janine, it's over here. Do you know what I did to it?" He asked me. I groaned. I was not in the mood to deal with him and I wanted this done as quickly as possible. I took the laptop in my hands and opened it up. Sam Yao was luck I was an engineer and he was luck I was more patent then he would ever give me credit for. I opened the laptop and touched the track pad. It was all wet. I looked up.

"You have got to be kidding me, Mr. Yao!" I snapped and dropped the computer back on the desk.

"What's wrong? Do you know what happened to it, Janine?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes.

_Illusion._

That's all my help really was. To everyone. Sam knew damn well what was wrong with it. He just liked to make me angry. I would never understand him. He yells at me to get out of his shack and he begs me to fix the laptop.

"You can't fix it, Mr. Yao. It's wet, you spilt something on it. It's broken." I snapped and stood up, exasperated with everything. "Now, as you know a engineer can only do so much. If you want me to fix your things in the future, I'll kindly ask that you don't break them by being carless." I hissed and stormed off. I could hear Sam protesting about how he was careful and some other ridiculous excuse he has for wasting my time. I walked over to my farmhouse and sat down on a chair. No sooner had I sat down than I herd a knock on the door.

"Finally, someone who remembers what privacy is!" I hissed.

_Illusion._

Privacy is a funny word now. It's really the only thing that never changes, regardless to what I say. People always pretended to respect your boundaries before the outbreak but never did. Now they don't even try to pretend. It's just another illusion and trick of the mind. Another side effect of the outbreak. It didn't change now that half the population was dead. We still all know what's going on with each other.

That is the worst possible disadvantage.

The only thing that changes was the amount people cared. They were still just as nosey and self-centered.

"Come in!" The door opened to reveal Sara Smith, or Runner Eight as she is called. "Ah, Sara, I'm not surprised that it's you. You have always had respect for the fact that this was my house before the outbreak." I snapped. Sara walked over and sat down in a chair.

"What's going on with you, Janine?" She asked me and I shrugged. "Come on, I know it's something." Sara said. "We've been friends for months now, Janine. You can talk to me." She said.

"Sara, do you think anything is real anymore?" I asked. Then I realized how stupid that sounded and I looked down. Sara was probably the closest thing that I had to a friend here in this thing that we call our town.

"What do you mean, Janine? What's going on with you? Is everything ok?" She asked. I sighed.

"I don't know, Sara. I just think that everything has changed and-" She cut me off with a laugh.

"You can say that again!"

"And I don't know what's real anymore. I don't know whom to trust and I don't know whom to believe. Everything is just strange." I said and then realized just how much I hated myself for opening up to Sara. I stood. "I'm fine though, Sara." I said. "I appreciate your concern."

"You know what it is? It's that damn runner." She swore. I rolled my eyes. "I don't trust them, Janine. Coming from Mullin's? Coming in all this way to help set up tents? And what do we do just let them in because Sam's grieving and Dr. Myers says that this new Runner Five is clean." I held back a smirk. This was all Sara had talked about for the last three hours.

"Sara, we don't trust just yet, but Runner Five did good work today and Dr. Myers is concerned about that box Five picked up." Sara snapped her head up too look out the window.

"Don't expect me to play nice until I get proof that our dear runner isn't the one who shot the chopper down." Sara snapped.

"Play however you want to, Sara, just don't let Sam onto it. He's already attached to the new runner."

"He just needs someone to care about and now that Alice is gone he has no one." Sara said. I nodded in agreement. "Back to you, Janine. Are you all right? You don't seem yourself. Is something bothering you? I mean except for not knowing what's real." Sara said. I caught a bit of sarcasm at the last part.

"I guess just that, Sara." I finished, not really wanting to explain to her about what I felt. She wouldn't understand. Everything was black and white with Sara. She didn't understand that some things were there but you couldn't see them and I'm not talking about ghosts or goblins or the things in Mr. Yao's video games. Even I didn't know what I was talking about.

"You are going to be ok though, right, Janine?" She asked and I nodded. She smiled at me.

_Illusions_

They were the same as lies. No one was going to be ok. We were a dead generation and we might all die off. We might lose the battle to the dead. I was not going to be ok.

"Ok, Janine, good. We can't lose you, you know. Go get some sleep. I'll keep Sam out of your house. You just worry about sleeping to tonight." Sara said. She might have had an obsession with making Runner Five's life miserable but she was a good friend a fiercely loyal.

"Thank you, Sara." I said and she smiled, walking out. I lay down on my bed and took another breath of air. I closed my eyes and just inhaled and exhaled. Sometimes one needed reassurance that they are still alive. I closed my eyes and, now satisfied that I knew I was alive, breathed, not just for myself but also for all the forgotten souls who will never breath again.

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Illusions by America Liberty


Worse than Death

**AN: I decided to do a oneshot centered upon Sara, after completing Mission Three. Once more, if there is anything wrong, I apologize, as I am new to the fandom. Things worth mentioning are my headcanon about Sara and the night sky (revealed in the fic) and that Runner Five is female due to a choosing randomly.**

**Zombies, Run! belongs to its rightful owners.**

ZR! Worse than Death:

It was cold outside, winter slowly closing its icy grip around the ever growing base by the name of Abel. Not that it bothered Sara; the brisk air soothed her throat, made her cough a little less than she would have done, say, had she been inside of one of the compounds with several other residents...or rather, it used to.

Nowadays, she was coughing more than before, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, gasping for air that just wouldn't reach her lungs despite her best efforts. No one, not even Maxine knew that her condition was beginning to plummet, and she wanted to keep it that way; the last thing that they needed was for more people to freak out over something that _really _wasn't a big deal, and end up a runner short for no damn good reason.

"Could be worse," she muttered between coughs. "Could be a zom..." Exhaling deeply as she ignored the itch in her throat, Sara glanced upwards; smatterings of stars decorated the sky, diamonds scattered across black velvet. A partially filled moon-more than a crescent but less than full-was gradually making its way across the sky.

"Waning gibbous." The runner spoke aloud, as if there were someone with her who has posed a question about the shape of the celestial being. It wouldn't be long until the new moon, the "no" moon as she had called it as a child, would reign throughout its heavenly kingdom, and soon after that, would it slowly increase in size, growing bigger until it was full once more. If there was one thing Sara enjoyed about the moon, it was its predictability, its stableness of the cycle it under went. Even on nights where visbility of the night sky to those on Earth was at its absolute worse, the moon still continued growing and shrinking, shrinking and growing.

She clung to it, that predictability that the moon had; it was the only true stable thing she had these days...not to mention, it reminded her of simpler days, years before Abel and the other bases, years before she even thought that a zombie apocalypse was even possible; It reminded her of..._home._

When she was younger, she had wanted to be an astronomer. From the time that she was three, until the day where she moved out of her parents' house, her dad had taken her outside (weather permitting) to sit and stare at the sky. He had known all of the constellations, taught her their names, and she repeated them back to him, enjoying the feel of the name rolling off her tongue. And he would nod, giving her an encouraging smile, before pointing at another, _"See that one, right over there? It's name is..."_

Tears began rolling down the young woman's cheek, and she felt sick with the hope that no one would see her like this, that her hardened reputation would not be ruined. Her parents, as far as she knew, were dead, just like her husband and her sons...or worse, had joined the zoms. All she had now were her stars and her moon to hold to, to remember them by; take them away, and it was a fate worse than death.

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Worse than Death by Blithe Novelties


Sleeping With Ghosts

Title: Sleeping With Ghosts

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Janine/Simon

Characters: Janine de Luca, Simon Lauchlan, Sam Yao, Jody Marsh

Warnings: Spoilers for the second half of Season 2 (vague spoilers for one particular plot line)

Summary: A betrayal unmasked. Abel begins to pick up the pieces and sort through the debris

* * *

They bury his body inside the walls. That's something that Janine insists upon, even if she appears otherwise unmoved by the events of the last few days. There are security breaches to mend after his treachery, new rules to be put into place, plans to create because she doubts that Van Ark will take his loss of informant lightly.

She cannot, _will not_, allow Abel to fall a second time. It would make his fear and his death and the blood on the ground of the quad utterly pointless.

Janine lies in bed that night, alone, and for the first time since the apocalypse, wonders whether it is all futile.

Simon's things sit in a box on the kitchen table. His bunk has already been turned over to someone else. She's sure that the new Runner Three will appreciate it. But the box, what personal effects which were not of immediate use to anyone else in the Township, just sits there, slowly gathering dust.

She's a busy woman after all. Going through what probably amounts to junk is not high on her list of priorities.

It's a week later, perhaps, when sleep doesn't come and she's finished every useful task that she can think of, and a few more that certainly don't need doing the middle of the night. It's the box that catches her attention now. Simon's box, the battered metal crate that's been on the table since they- since he-

No. He made his choices. They did what they had to.

"Foolish sentiment," she mutters to herself as she digs through the box of possessions. There's a battered wallet; a few useless bank notes screwed up inside along with the usual credit cards and coins and a couple of old concert tickets that she slides back inside. The money is just so much kindling these days, but the tickets, well, there's no harm in them. Maybe they'll end up in a museum some day.

A somewhat scratched phone is next and it even switches on when she tries it to see if it's worth salvaging. For a moment, she just stares at the picture that he'd made his background.

It's _her_. Smiling at something off screen, hair in her face and it's obviously a candid. She doesn't remember him taking it, or even when he could have. It's something painfully personal, and she feels a little guilty even for seeing it.

She switches the phone off quickly and sets it aside. She has plenty of old mobile phones to disassemble at the moment anyway. No sense adding to her work.

There are a couple of plastic bags in there too and she pulls them out to look more closely. One of them is filled with wool in various bright colours, the other has a few chocolate bars, Curly Wurlys by the wrappers, and a set of Buffy DVDs. Each has a scrap of paper covered in Simon's distinctive scrawl. She swallows thickly upon seeing the names and yes, these she can pass on, although she isn't sure of their reception.

There are a few other trinkets. A couple of stuffed animals he must have intended to keep until birthdays or what passes for Christmas. A dog-eared copy of an Edgar Allen Poe anthology. House keys, a diary, a shopping list of all things, the minutiae of a daily life that can no longer exist. He'd never spoken much about the past, about life before the apocalypse and this, these reminders that he existed then are painfully human.

Damn him.

She almost misses the last little thing in there in her haste to shove those savage little reminders back inside. Lucky then that her fingers brush over it, a little velvet box, small enough to slip easily into a pocket on a run.

Her fingers close over it and when she opens it, another scrawled note falls out.

_Jenny._

"You _bastard_," she hisses, staring at it for a long moment and it's late so of course her eyes are pricking with heat and soreness and more than anything she wishes that she could shake him, shaking him and demand to know why, _why_ hadn't he told them, said something. Told _her_ so that she could have _helped_ him.

And it's all very well for him. He doesn't have to cope with the aftermath, just leaves her to go through a battered metal box of dead things.

The box snaps shut and she wants to hurl it across the room, but that would be ridiculous for something that she doesn't care about. "Letting the lack of sleep get to you," she murmurs, as she switches off the lamp and heads back upstairs, to a bed that is the perfect size for her and her alone and she doesn't imagine his lips at the back of her neck.

_Night Jenny_

* * *

Abel's children never find out where she'd got the toys from, but they love them nonetheless and Janine thinks that it's the first time that Amber has smiled since... well. It's best to move on, look to the future. That's what she's always said. Why linger on past mistakes?

But some require a more personal touch, even if she is hardly the person who should be doing this.

"Runner Four, Mr Yao," she says, poking her head into the rec room where the two of them are engaged in a game of some sort. They both look very very tired when they look at her, and very young. "Would you please accompany me. I need to speak with both of you.

They share a glance and then stand up, hands brushing for a moment before Sam takes hers, squeezing it. Janine doesn't wait for them, but heads quickly towards the farmhouse, confident that they will follow her.

They do. Of course they do, both of them quiet and subdued. She's noticed it in many people, shock mainly, but they're the worst. It is... understandable and she regrets that these two have been so unduly affected.

She waits until they're both seated at the scarred and heavy wooden table and then places the bags in front of them. "I found these amongst Mr Lauchlan's possessions. I believe that he would have wished for you to have them and I see no reason to deny you them."

"Janine..." Sam says warily, and Jody just looks pale and a little sick.

"He was a friend, for all that happened in the end," Janine replies tightly. "I know that we have not always seen eye to eye, but I am not so callous as to ignore that he meant something to both of you."

Sam nods and there's the rustle of plastic as they both open the gifts. Jody gasps softly at the sight of the wool and new needles, and it's easy to see her starting to well up with tears. She clutches the bag tightly to her chest, and Janine isn't sure if she's smiling or grimacing or perhaps they are the same thing.

"I-" Jody begins, her voice hoarse and raspy. "Thankyou," she says. "I need- I should-" She ducks a quick nod before bolting and they hear the door to the farmhouse shut.

Sam just stares at his gift, lips drawn into a tight line, eyes shadowed. "He didn't deserve this," he says quietly, looking up at Janine. "I know what he did was.. it was terrible, but he didn't deserve it. A public execution. What are we? Monsters?" His voice is quiet and intense and Janine fights back the urge to either snap at him or run herself.

"We do what we have to," she says firmly, impressed by how little emotion her voice holds. "Desperate times, Mr Yao. None of us would ever have been able to trust him again." And maybe for Simon that would have been worse.

Sam looks like he's about to object, but something must give him pause. Perhaps she isn't hiding it so well as she had thought. "He cared," Sam says, picking up his gift with something approaching reverence.

"I know," Janine replies softly, closing her eyes for a moment. "If we are done here..."

"Yeah," Sam replies, and turns away, only to pause in the doorway. "Nice ring. I've not seen you wearing jewellery before."

Janine's hand flies to the chair around her neck which she'd slipped the band onto. Rhodium plated, she thinks, as if that means anything anymore. "Ah yes. It was my- my grandmother's," she says. "I found it while cleaning and it seemed silly to let it go to waste. Everyone needs a reminder of those who were lost. Even me, Mr Yao."

It isn't even a good lie and she doubts very much that Sam is fooled. For all his antics, he is remarkably observant when he wants to be. He just smiles though, a small, sad expression, and nods. "Yeah. Reminders. Janine, take care of yourself, okay? We- we can't do this without you, so if you ever need-"

"I am quite self-sufficient, Mr Yao," she says firmly. "If I need anything, then I am certain that I can find it."

"Right, of course," Sam says. "I'll just-"

"Yes. You do have a job to do after all," is the wry response.

He gives another nod and then he's gone. Janine wraps her hand around the ring and draws herself up, spine straight and firm.

"That's quite enough silliness for one day," she says, rubbing at her face. She really needs to start using her full rest period, at least for a few days. She's obviously not getting enough sleep. "Quite enough."

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Sleeping With Ghosts by Zalia Chimera