The End of All Things

The Beginning

Emma's pov

A bright light hovers over my sleepy eyes forcing me to wake up. I stretch, look around then go downstairs.

"Morning." Patrick nods shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Ugh." I grumble turning on the tv.

"There has been two new reports of the regenerative virus. There has already been over 100 victims world wide." The news lady explains.

"Turn that shit off Em." Trick shakes his head.

"But I wa-"

"No Em. I don't want you to get worried about this." He barks turning the tv off.

"Patrick im fucking 24. I think I can handle myself." I say taking the remote back.

I turn it back on and we both sit down to watch it.

"So far the Los Angles area has not been effected. So there is no need to worry. Back to you Tom." She finishes.

"Ok happy now?" Trick says turning it back off.

"Trick?" I ask looking at the boring walls.

"What?"

"What if the virus comes here?" I say looking at him now.

"Em it wont, and if it does we have each other."

"And Pete, Brendon, Ryan, Harper, Gerard, and Frank." I add.

"Yes and them so stop worrying. We will be fine."

"Okay." I sigh.

"Go have some breakfast. I have to meet with the guys at the studio." He smiles.

"You're such a good big brother." I smile getting the cereal.

"Bye!" He shouts heading out the door.

"Bye." I say before shoving a spoonful of cereal in my mouth.

I walk back over to the tv and turn on the news. I sit criss cross apple sauce style on the couch eating my cereal.

"Breaking news! There has been a report of the regenerative virus in the Los Angels area. We aren't sure how many but there have been many sightings so far. Please. Stay in your homes. Dont panic and if you see anything call the police." The news lady reports. Well shit.

I quickly finish my cereal then head up to get changed. I just throw on a tank top with shorts and my black converse. I have no idea if its even gotten to the neighbor hood yet. I run to the garage and find a bat that I keep in case of intruders.

I lock all the doors and look out the window to see if there are any of the things outside. Ive never really seen them in person but Ive heard they are a lot like the zombies in Walking Dead. So they are slow. Thats good. I scan around and see no trace of any walkers. Jeez this morning everything was fine. Weird how things can go wrong on a matter of minutes.

I grab my phone from the kitchen counter to check if theres news from Trick. Nothing. Fuck I hope hes okay. I send a text to Harper to see if shes alright.

Hey. You okay? -E

Ya? Im fine whats up? -H

Turn on the news. -E

I sit on the couch and wait for a response. Sure enough five minutes later my phone buzzes.

Holy shit Emma. -H

I know. -E

What are we going to do? -H

I dont know.. Meet me at the studio. -E

Okay. Stay safe. -H

You too. -E

I grab my bat then head outside. No sign of any life so I walk to my truck. Suddenly I hear a crash next door. I pull my bat up and get ready to swing at what ever is over there. Still stepping towards my truck I see the noise maker emerge from the backyard. Walker. As it walks toward me I start to notice more coming from different houses. Fuck.

I run into my car locking the doors behind me. I quickly start the car as the walkers get closer. It takes a little but finally the engine revs up. I pull the gear into drive and slam on the gas. I end up hitting walkers in the street causing blood to splatter onto my dash. 

When I get out of the neighborhood I speed to the studio. Its a total panic in town. Traffic, screaming, a few walkers, its crazy. I manage to get to the studio fairly quickly. When I hop out of the car im faced with about five walkers. Great. I slam them one by one in the head causing them to fall limp to the floor dead. I have blood now splattered across my tank top but I could really care less.

I walk into the studio and see Harper made it here okay. Thank god.

"Shit Emma are you okay?" Trick asks me in panic.

"Im fine." I say dropping the bat onto the floor, "Is everyone alright?" 

"We're all fine. Havent seen any of those things yet." Brendon answers sitting on the couch.

"Good." I say joining him.

"Jesus Emma you smell like shit." B cringes.

"Theres a zombie apocalypse happening and you're concerned with the way I smell? Its the walker blood anyway." I huff.

"I dont know how to deal with this. I never thought something like this would actually happen." He shrugs. 

"None of us do." Pete adds from across the room.

"Emmas seen a lot of zombie shows and shit. Maybe she knows what to do." Trick suggests.

"What do we do Emma?" Gerard asks.

"Survive." 

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Okay new layout. Authors note on the bottom. So another new story. Im VERY much excited about this one. Im a huge Walking Dead fan and all that zombieness. So basically this is going to be based of The Walking Dead just with band peeps obviously. This shall be interesting. Enjoy. <3 -Mel