Deserted With Zombies [Kellic, OM&M, ATL, BMTH Fanfic]

Chapter 1- Why Does It Have To Be Me?

Kellin's POV

San Diego, CA

Fuck this, fuck everything, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Why the fuck do my parents think it’s ok to ship me to a fucking boarding school in the middle of fucking nowhere? Because I need to get an ‘education?’ I was doing perfectly fine in my up and coming band Sleeping With Sirens. If it wasn’t for them, I bet we could be selling meet and greet tickets for $80 and starting Twitter fights.

I stared out the train window in misery as my parents mindlessly walked away from me. They didn’t even care about anything. I’m sure they just wanted to get me out of the house so they can throw ‘adult parties’ and pretend that they don’t have a son and they’re not 50 years old.

I stuck my headphones on and begun blasting Highway to Hell since I found it appropriate for the current issue at hand. I was just getting into the chorus until I felt someone frantically tapping me on the shoulder.

I groaned and took my headphones off, turning my head and glaring at the person who was now sitting beside me. They moved my bags to the floor in front of me and smiled.

“Hi there, I’m Gretchen!” The girl had a fucking metal mouth and mousy brown hair in a messy ponytail on top of her head. “I decided to sit next to you because you looked lonely and I always like to get to know new people. Where are you headed?”

“I’m not lonely,” I muttered.

“Well, I’m headed to St. Pete’s boarding school in San Diego, California. I had no idea there was a train running all the way from Florida to California until my abusive father threw me a ticket and told me to get the eff out of his life,” she explained with a prominent smile still planted on her face. “PS, he didn’t actually say eff, he said the F word but I don’t swear,” she added in a whisper.

I nodded and turned my head to look out the window. The lord was testing me to not hit this son of a bitch across the train.

“I couldn’t help but notice your fancy emo hair and wonder if you were secretly depressed like me. What’s your name? Maybe we have a lot in common, you never know.”

“My name’s Kellin. Now will you please shut up?” I murmured, watching all of the cars stopped for the train and wishing I could be in one of them, heading anywhere but to where I was going.

Hmph. Gretchen leaned back on the bus seat and shuffled around a bit. “You know, I’ve always been curious as to why there are no seatbelts in buses or trains. Like, these are very deadly means of transportation and-”

I groaned and put my headphones back on. This was going to be a long ride.

“Don’t worry, Kellin. I looked at a map and I know exactly where to go. I can lead us to safety!” Gretchen enthused once we got off the train. It felt good to finally be on my feet again but goddamn this girl was so annoying.

“It’s literally right there,” I said, putting my backpack on and making my way to the large building that said St. Pete’s Boarding School.

Once I found my way through the sign in, I looked at my map of the campus and made my way to my dorm room.

“Goddamn it! These fucking doors never fucking work!” I watched as a guy with straight brown hair to his shoulders, fumbled with the door of the room I was supposed to be staying in. He must’ve been my roommate.

“Hi, um... I’m your roommate, Kellin,” I said, awkwardly.

The guy looked at me, his deep chocolate brown orbs catching mine. Damn... no Kellin! You are not going through this shit again. You aren’t gay, you aren’t gay...

I’ve had plenty of run ins with these gay thoughts lately. But I like boobs, I like girls. It’s impossible for someone like me to be gay. Especially for my fucking roommate.

“Oh, hi. I’m Vic, and it’s impossible to open every fucking door in this place, so we might be here a while. I’m here for my second year and it’s still a fucking hell hole,” Vic mumbled, while working on the door again.

I saw someone walking down the hall and they laughed at Vic’s difficultly with the door. “Vic, you’re still such a rookie,” they said as they pushed Vic out of the way and gave the door one hard knock before it magically opened before them. “Hi, new kid. I’m Jaime.”

“Kellin,” I said with a nod, making my way into the room. It was relatively small with a single bed on the left and right of the room, and a desk at the end of the beds with some drawers. There was a door to the bathroom and a small closet.

“I guess I can fit the mini fridge here...” Vic murmured to himself as he picked up a mini fridge out of his large collection of bags and put it on his dresser.

I decided to mind my own business and grabbed my favourite Linkin Park poster and tacked it onto the wall above my bed. It was weird how fast we claimed our halves of the room.

“So uh, Kellin... do you want to come with me to the common room? There’s a nice flat screen down there and uh...” Vic scratched the back of his neck in nervousness, which I found unbelievably cute and I shouldn't. “That sounds great,” I said with a smile, letting Vic lead me downstairs so he didn’t have to feel any more awkward than he already was.

While we were downstairs, Jaime and their other friend Tony were sitting with us watching The Walking Dead. This was one of my favourite TV shows, and apparently all of them watched it religiously.

“Do you hear that?” Vic asked, muting the TV.

“Hear what? Vic, did you get into your brothers drugs again?” Jaime teased.

“No... shh,” Vic shushed us and we all listened very carefully. There was a small moan coming from one of the dorm rooms on this floor.

“Dude... that’s that nerd, Frankie’s room,” Tony pointed out.

Vic got up and walked closer to the door where the noise was coming from.

“Vic, what are you doing?” Jaime whisper-yelled.

Vic held back his laughter as he snuck up closer to the door and began fumbling with the handle. I suddenly got up, feeling my protective instincts kick in as I knocked on the door.

“Hello?” I said, knocking again. The only answer was another faint moan.

Once the door finally swung open by Vic’s forceful push, we saw something horrifying. There was something feasting on a dead body in the corner. The thing looked up and started limping towards us.

“Oh my god, that’s Gretchen,” I murmured, backing away and grabbing Vic’s sleeve to help him back away as well. The thing had the same sort of features as Gretchen. It’s skin was gray and there was raw flesh dangling from its crooked teeth. But there was that same mousy brown hair, in a messy high ponytail.

“What the hell is that?” Tony asked from behind us.

“It looks like one of the zombies from The Walking Dead...” Vic said, backing into me, causing me to back into Jaime, causing Jaime to stand like a wall behind me.

“What do we do?” I whispered.

The thing moaned and limped closer to us.

“I suggest we fucking run!” Vic yelled, running. The three of us trailed closely behind him and we all locked ourselves in mine and Vic’s bedroom.

“I knew it was a bad idea coming to this stupid place...” I murmured.

“Guys... look out the window,” Tony said, terror clear in his voice.

We all crowded around the window and what I saw was gruesome and disgusting. There were about three of those things, moaning and feasting on other teenagers.

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