Dream Team Zombie Apocalypse (DTZA) (SEVERELY DISCONTINUED I'M SO SORRY)

1- I Promise, I like Blue

Ainslie didn't look at the sun as it stained the sky, the sound of the car only becoming apparent once it was gone. A jingle of Aunt Stenpanie's keys and a seatbelt rushing back to it's home. The girl squinted and flicked her head downward, grimacing, and raising her arm to block the glint of the fading light.

She grabbed the strap of her backpack and opened the door. After getting out of the car she adjusted her sleeves and silently took a breath.

She took her suitcase from the back of the car, setting it on the pathway and looking up to see her aunt climbing from the driver's seat. Ainslie glanced down and closed the boot.

"Come on inside, it's freezing." Her aunt beckoned and gestured to the entrance of a large building.

Up concrete stairs, winter cold seeping through her soles, and through the glass door. Once they got to another set of stairs leading up to the second floor her caregiver offered to help with the suitcase. Ainslie just dragged it behind her, letting it lightly bump each of the steps. It really just had clothing and stuff in it. Her aunt walked directly to one of the doors lining the hall and flicked through her keys. It swung open.

"Wipe your shoes on the mat there, thank you." Aunt Stephanie took Ainslie's bag and suitcase and immediately rushed off into a room. The girl followed after wiping her feet, hesitating and peeking around the door frame to make sure she wouldn't walk into her aunt.

"This is your room, sorry about the state of it. I forgot to clean it."

Ainslie laughed affectionately, shoulders relaxing, "You're just like I remember you."

Aunt Stephanie paused mid-shoving things into a closet and looked her niece in the eyes. She smiled, just like she used to.

Ainslie entered the room and absent-mindedly nudged her suitcase with the side of her heel. Her aunt returned to 'cleaning' and asked Ainslie to make herself at home.

The girl found her bag and pulled her laptop out, putting it on the bed. Honestly, those guys were all she needed to feel comfortable. Call it sappy, she didn't mind.

The light turned off without any warning, causing Aunt Stephanie to let out a mouse-like noise.

Ainslie stumbled to the wall, eyes quickly adjusting, and located the light switch. She flicked it a few times before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone.

"Is the power out?" The girl asked and turned on the flashlight.

Aunt Steph shut the closet door and cautiously picked her way back into the entryway, flicking the lightswitch there, "I guess we'll find out when it comes back on. Unpack for now, I'll see if I can make dinner without electricity."

Aunt Stephanie's voice had risen a few octaves.

Ainslie played subconsciously with the hem of her coat, examining the surroundings.

There was a small square window above the bed which led onto a roof, and a bigger one that had a wonderful view of the building on the other side of the street, the sun had finished setting, so a couple of stars were visible if she stared long enough. She shut the curtains.

A distant scream rang out, and a second one. Sounded like a party. She didn't bother unpacking, it would happen eventually anyway. She was already tempted to just lie on her bed and watch an old vod or something, maybe the one where they first started using the autotune. She probably should talk to her aunt though...

Ainslie reluctantly walked back into the main room of the apartment, it was the entryway, lounge, kitchen and dining all in one room.

There was a window the same size as the bigger one in Ainslie's room.