The In Between Apocalypse

Prologue

   It was going to be an awesome night. There was a magnificent full moon in the sky and there was a get together that night at an awesome new club.
   Sure, they were lying about their ages but really, what could some people expect. They looked at least 21, at they were teens, not thirteen or fourteen year olds, they were seventeen to nineteen years old.
   It was going to be an amazing.

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   A mischievous looking male strolled down the crowded street, his head lifted proudly. He flattened his dark blue polo shirt and his black jeans (although no one could tell they were actually jeans)
   A beautiful lady named, Chrysanthemum, walked beside him, her bright yellow dress exaggerated her alluring hour glass body, with thick, black hair curling in elegant waves and framing her smooth, tan face. Yellow makeup bringing attention to her bottle green almond eyes.
   He put an arm around her shoulders, winking flashing a smirk. She raised an eyebrow at this, clearly not impressed, so they stopped a moment as he pecked her on the lips.
    " Come on, you can do better than that." she said seductively.
   " Later tonight I'll show you just how much better I can do." he said in the some tone, kissing her again, this time she grabbed his face, kissing his roughly it melting into a french kiss.
They did this right in the middle of the walkway, they eventually ended up against a wall, pulling away, they gasped for breath, blushing from the heat.
" Can't wait." she stroked his chest with her finger, then both continued to walk.
A woman came bolting down the sidewalk, in heels, she looked terrified. We brushed it off as some creepy guy, and began regretting it soon after as more people began to run in our general direction.
He stopped one of them and asked with more aggression then meaning to,
" Why's everyone running."
" S-someone is d-dead, b-but still r-running." the man stuttered out before running off again. He let that process, Chrysanthemum looked scared and he pecked her cheek to comfort her.
Then it hit him, it was like one of his damn riddles.

Something dead, but still alive
Something running, but not the mind
Something having taken over and isn't too kind
Something decaying, deficating just to remind
Something rotting and not in control, what am I?

The answer was a zombie, so obvious and simple.

" Run."
One simple word and we were off, luckily she was wearing flats but they were eventually throw off by her.
There was now a crowd of people swarming like roaches to rotting meat, except we were most likely the meat in that metaphor.
Everyone on was running, some people fell and were trampled to death, every foot crushing the bodies in on its self, breaking bones, shattering them.
There were pools of blood, anyone that had fallen had their bodies mutilated beyond recognition.
Bits and pieces of the dead were stuck in the bottoms of every one's shoes.
The cracking of the bones went unnoticed, everyone's minds in flight mode. Some people took advantage of the panic and broke into the nearby stores and took anything.
He was one of those people, shoving through but not letting go of his lover's hand.
He grabbed two large handbags and filled it with pocket knives, food, water and medical supplies.
Chrysanthemum assisted, shoving tons of canned food and water in a third bag, and filling a fourth with bandages, band-aids and other commonly used supplies along with tons of pain killers.
He then pulled a conviniently placed military backpack off the wall, shoving the bags into the largest one, grabbing another pocket knife, both ready to fight

Survival had started.