Incorrect Barden Bellas

44 {ONESHOT: Zombie Apocalypse, Kind Of?}

A/N: WARNING - this pretty much doesn't make any sense. But hopefully in a good way. Enjoy!

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The rattling of the wind against the windows was the only audible sound on Thursday night. No events around campus, no cars passing by, no frat parties.

The Barden Bellas wouldn't be able to hear the creaking of dry leaves on their yard. They wouldn't be able to pick up on the stomping and dragging of feet on the grass, nor on the odd groans coming from foreign mouths.

Young Emily and Cynthia-Rose were in the living room, watching a horror movie on the couch. Cynthia-Rose was focused on the screen, while Emily could barely pay attention. She resorted to hiding behind her own brown locks when the movie got too scary to handle, and got called a 'wimp' by the older girl a lot for it.

"Relax, kid, this is all fake. None of it would ever happen in real life," CR assured.

"I know, but... there's so much blood!"

"Oh, you can't be that phased by blood, you're a woman," CR reasoned, "Plus, that's fake blood. Probably cherry jam, for that matter,"

"Right. You're right, it's stupid," Emily nodded firmly. She would have believed her fellow Bella's words, if a mid-decomposition head hadn't appeared out the window. The brunette squeaked.

"Z-z-z-z..." she stuttered out in panic, with wide eyes and pointing a trembling finger to the window.

"What? What did you-" CR didn't even need to complete the question as her eyes followed the girl's finger.

"ZOMBIE!" Emily shouted finally, as fear rose in both of them.

"Uh-uh, no way, that must be a Treblemaker pranking us," CR reasoned.

"He's eating a leg!" Emily pointed out as her heart jumped to her throat. That's right, the zombie was apparently snacking on a bare leg mindlessly. The two girls shared a fearful look and screamed at the same time, the noise getting everyone's attention upstairs. Eight tired Bellas rushed down to figure what was going on, Beca barely had the time to ask that before Emily blurt out the word 'zombie', backed up by Cynthia Rose's nods.
Of course, Beca's first instinct was to call bullshit.

"Guys, there's no way-" Beca's eye landed on the zombie still crunching on the leg as if it was a chicken nugget, "Yep, that's definitely a zombie," she nodded in confirmation, looking at the others, "We're screwed,"
"That's a really odd diet" Flo commented out of the blue.

"That's all you're gonna say?!" Ashley yelled in panic.

"I knew Doomsday would come soon... My abuelo had warned me. Although I thought it would happen because of global warming or the president sending troops to do the dirty work. Or because of the air poisoning, pollution-"

"We get it, Flo, you've seen it coming," Fat Amy interrupted, annoyed.

"I can't die today. I have an appointment at the hair salon tomorrow,"

"I can't believe you're worrying about that, Stacie," said CR.

"It's not like I can postpone it! They're very busy in the weekends," the taller brunette huffed, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well I ain't gonna stay here while y'all get eaten. I need to take cover, black people are always the first victims in horror movies,"

"Hey! I'm latina, directors are against me too!"