Chapter One - The Meeting With Mr Darcy And Mr Bingley.

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Hello my lovely readers, it has been a while but I thought since I started a new fan fiction about the film Pride, Prejudice And Zombies I should at least upload the first chapter to let me know what you guys think, and if you enjoy it I will post chapter 2 some time.


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- Caitlin

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Ruby's POV

As I sat in the little study room where my father was at, I gently started to clean my musket knowing that I've already cleaned it twice. "Mr Casey" My mother called out to my father as she entered the area. "Yes my lovely wife" My father responded so lovingly to her. "We will be having very important visitors coming here soon wishing to speak to you" my mother replied excitedly. I watched and listened carefully to their conversation. "Who are these important visitors?" my father asked with curiosity lingering in the tone of his voice. "Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy" my mother excitedly replied. "Ruby, have mother ever told you not to listen in onto other people's conversation, did she not?" My younger sister Veronica sternly asked me. "Sorry sister, I did not mean to listen in" I replied, shocked to hear that Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy are arriving here any moment now. "I can not blame you though, having Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy coming to our little cottage is a big thing" Veronica stated. I nodded my head in response. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go practise with my swords" I stated. I stood up and faced my father. I coughed to get his attention. "Father, may I be excused to go practise my sword fighting skills?" I asked politely. "You shall" My father agreed. I grabbed my sword and headed out back to the garden area.

The garden area was pretty big and beautiful, all different types of flowers and colours like colours of blues, purples, pinks, yellows, whites, oranges, and many more. I grabbed my sword and started to swing it around, practising my skills for the zombie apocalypse. After an hour of swinging my sword around, I started to walk back inside. Suddenly something stopped me, a noise sounding like footsteps coming closer and closer. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anyone but to my dismay could not. I quickly pulled out my sword from it's sword bag and slowly and quietly walked towards the noise. As soon as I came close to the noise, I tightened my grip onto the sword and got ready to swing.

I close my eyes and swung my sword to whatever was making the noise but opened them as soon as I felt someone's grip on my sword. My emerald green eyes widened in shock and my cheeks flared up crimson red of embarrassment. "You are quite talented with the sword but unfortunately the swing wasn't fast enough to kill a zombie" The person in front of me said. I gulped. "Mr Darcy, I am terribly sorry for the attack, I thought you were one of the undead" I apologised. Mr Darcy stayed silent and started to walk closer to me, he touched my arm, seeming pleased for some reason. "Your arm muscles are quite strong but still remains feminine, I praise you for your caution of zombies, not many women do that around here, in fact around anywhere for what I saw...until now" Mr Darcy continued, looking at me. I looked at him, unsure on what to say or do so I stayed silent. I never met Mr Darcy in person until now, I got told that he is the most amazing zombie slayer in all of England. I also got told that he was engaged to Elizabeth Bennet who was one of my very own idols that I look up too. Unfortunately, Elizabeth Bennet was killed by one of those dreadful looking zombies.

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