Crimson Blood ( A Z-NATION / 10K FAN-FIC )

These kids weren't always the way they are now. They were picked on, and they played video games, and were just average kids afraid of their own shadow. But during the zombie outbreak, you can't survive by being scared. You can't be afraid. Because if you're afraid, if you overthink, you die. You don't think, just do.
It all startedout as just confusion. Not knowing what was going on. Not knowing what to do... not knowing who was dead.
Samantha was a weak girl, a girl who would skip school just to avoid a bunch of wannabe gangsters punching her face in. Just to avoid snobby uptight clowns scrunching up their noses, teasing her about her anorexic body, ( which she was already very insecure about ) commentating on her cheap Walmart clothes, and calling her a useless, unloved, suicidal piece of sh**. Now that everyone was dead, she wished they were there to scream at her, forcing her into tears.