AN: Whoooo! After technical difficulties (which resulted from getting a small crack in my laptop screen, causing the screen to fuzz up to the point of non-recognition of the graphics), I'm submitting the start of my project! owo

This project is something I've been working on for a long time! It's for the OC fic "Welcome to Camp Magikarp!", which has gone through many problems of its own :(

This project, so far, is longer than 25,000 words, and will span longer than 10 chapters, I believe.

Well, let the fic begin!

- -PROLOUGE: DAWN OF THE DEAD- -

"Jason, do you think that it'll work?" Penelope asked Jason nervously, toying with a strand of her hair. She was standing in front of the man's desk, surveying his chair.

He stayed silent, looking out into the night, and then spun his chair around. "It has to," he said, his tone serious, lacing his fingers together and propping his elbows on his desk. "If it doesn't then we'd have doomed everyone."

A shiver ran up the secretary's spine. "So, you're certain about it?"

"As much as I'll ever be," he said, a bittersweet smile flitting across his face. "This isn't exactly the easiest thing to do."

She stayed there, quite, mulling over something in her head, then spoke up. "We've prepared everything, correct?"

"You're the one that should know," said Jason, smirking slightly. "You are the one that planned most of this out,"

"Yes, that's true…" she relented, and then bit her lip out of nervousness. "I just hope that it'll work, and that everyone can be safe," she said.

"Me too," Jason lamented. "But we've got to at least try."

- - M. O. T. D- -

Rosalie couldn't sleep. She just couldn't.

She had a weird feeling. It had started late last night, and she had no idea why. Now, she couldn't fall asleep because of it.

Of course, since she was sneaky and adventurous, she decided that it would be more effective if she got out of her cabin instead of staying there, lying in her bed and staring up at the ceiling, waiting for slumber to overcome her.

Something about the woods seemed to beckon to her. It was like the trees where whispering to her, or a powerful presence deep in the heart of the woods, tangled in the canopy of the trees, was advising her that going to the woods would be in her best interest.

She, being the curious one she is, listened to her gut, and decided to walk towards the cluster of trees.

…Something about the camp seemed wrong, tonight, she noticed as she walked towards the beginning of the woodland area, the trees a bit thinned out.

She entered the woods, feeling serene and calm. She heard the voices again, telling her to go deep in the forest. She knew that it was a good idea, and that a stroll wouldn't hurt her; on the contrary, it should tire her enough to get her to sleep later.

The time seemed to pass by quickly. She hadn't even noticed that she passed through almost the entire woodland area. If she strained her ears hard enough, she could hear the ocean.

She then heard the bushes rustle and a low moan, unlike any she's ever heard before, and she froze in place. Then, something lurched out of the shadows, and grabbed a hold of her.

She didn't even have enough time to scream before she soon fell to the ground, still as a statue.

After a few minutes, she lurched back up, giving out a bone-chilling rumble from her throat.

She wanted her meal, and soon.

- -PROLOUGE: DAWN OF THE DEAD. END- -

- - "It seemed impossible that such a thing was formulating at a time where none knew it was happening. Tonight was the Dawn of the Dead." - -