Hi everyone, I've got a lot of ideas whirrling around in my head for fanfics and this is one of them. A zombie apocolypse breaking out in Atmos was one of them that I've been wanting to do for a while. I would've started sooner but I just finished Aerrow in Wonderland and I didn't want to do more than one at once.

Annnnywaaaaay moving on! I hope all my readers enjoy this new fic I've been looking forward to writing this for a while.

Also I'd just like to give a quick thank you to ilikadachocolate and Whitika who took the time to review every chapter of Aerrow in Wonderland I hope

you enjoy this new fanfic!

The next chapter could take a while coursework etc is mounting up but I will do my best not to make you wait

Dark Ace: stop assuming that people enjoy what you write -_-'

God hes a rude sexy bastard isn't he -/-

Um...I think that's all I wanted to say so enjoy!

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A fierce storm rattled the windows of the condor, as a dripping wet Starling sat with her friends the Storm Hawks. She had just came back from a recon mission at a mining terra that was being occupied by the Cyclonians. Her arm had been banadaged up from a wound she had recieved during the mission.

"What? Are you serious?" The blonde sharp shooter asked, all of them were startled by Starling's story. None of them had heard something like this before.

"Unfortunately yes," Starling answered "One of the residents living near by the mines approached me and...bit me."

The sky knight was a little shaken up from the whole thing, and she felt exhausted, although she decided it was just because of the difficult flight to the condor.

In the dead of the night, their discussions were dying down so they decided to go to bed. Everyone but Starling. Her head was throbbing from the fierce head ache she had, so she decided to remain in her seat with the blanket wrapped around her, rather than get up and move around.

Now alone, Starling forced her eyes shut, tears squeezing out of them despite her struggle to hold them back. She grasped the blanket tightly as her stomach churned uncomfortably, her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, heavy sweat droplets began to drip from her forehead. She winced as her injury burned with pain. She slowly opened her eyes to try and keep control, but it only made things worse. Her vision was extremely blurred, so blurred that when she tried to raise to her feet she immediatly tripped over herself and toppled to the cold floor. The thud to the floor shook her body and made the pain worse as the blood pumped hard through her limbs. Dammit she needed to find someone, anyone, she desperately needed help, but she couldn't move, she didn't want to move. She finally gave up her painful battle and just lay there curled in a ball, praying for the pain to pass and leave her in peace.

The Storm Hawks were still in the process of fully waking up when they entered the room where Starling had slept. The scene before them left all six standing there wide eyed, their jaws hanging unhinged. It was such a remarkable sight to them because usually, Starling was this proud woman who took pride in herself when she presented herself before others.

There she stood ever so randomly at the side of the room, near the window. The Storm Hawks had a side view of her, but it was enough to see the state she was in. Her skin was really pale, as though her heart beat had tragically stopped. Her eyes had huge dark lines under them and they were half shut, she looked sleep deprived. Her mouth was hanging open a bit and a sickly hoarse moan was coming from it.

"...Starling?..." Piper only just managed to say the Interceptor's name. Starling began to turn her head towards the Storm Hawks, then the rest of her body followed. Her movement was so stiff and slow, like a walking corpse. She showed no recognition for her friends when she saw them, although her eyes widened ever so slightly as though something had caught her attention and she liked it. She began to stumble towards the squadren, the sight was just too hard to endure, but Aerrow and his team kept their eyes fixed on her. It was the shock more than anything that kept them there, they felt like they couldn't speak or move, they didn't know what to do with her.

As she got closer to the young teens she looked like she was trying to lunge at them, her hands reaching out to them to try and grab a hold. She almost reached Finn when Stork suddenly forced her back violently with a broom. This corse of action seemed to shatter the tension in the room.

"Stork what are you doing? Wh..what, what's wrong with her?" Aerrow stuttered still feeling a little shaken up by Starling's apparant illness and Stork's sudden treatment towards her.

"I was afraid that this might happen, but it seems that it's finally started" The merb preached as he began to have trouble keeping the woman held back with the feeble broom.

"What's started? Stork what are you talking about what's happened to her?" Piper demanded harshly, she was probably the most afraid out of the squadren, but it was more of a fear for her friend. She loved Starling, she admired the sky knight and now to see her in this devastating state was horrifying to her.

"As soon as she explained that she was bitten by a local, my suspiscions sprang up, and I was right! That was no ordinary human who bit her, that person was infected with an uncurable disease that takes over the mind and body, leaving the victim as this walking corpse wanting nothing more than to pass on it's illness with a devastating bite!...either that or they'll continue to bite you until there's not much left."

Stork glanced back at the team who all stood there with a confused look plastered on their faces. Stork sighed at their ignorance "Starling's a zombie."

"Dude that's crazy! Zombie's don't exist, except in the movies!" The rest of the team agreed with him, refusing to believe Stork and his accusation that an actual zombie apocolypse had broken out.

"For once will you all please just listen to me! Because if you don't we are all dead!" Stork pleaded with a harsh tone in his voice that none of the team truly recognised. It worried them, how much of a big deal he was making out of this. Was he really right this time?

"But Stork, how can zombies be real? It doesn't make any sense at all, you're being irrational. Just let me take a look at Starling I'm sure I can find the real problem." Piper ordered and grabbed a hold of the broom, signalling for the merb to set it down. But Stork refused, whether they believed him or not there was no way he was going to willingly allow any of his friends to be taken away by this disease. So he held on even tighter and kept pushing and forcing Starling away.

"Piper's right Stork, stop being so paranoid. You always worry about this stuff but it never happens. Starling's just ill, and I think the last thing she needs it to be handled like that, so stop hurting her with the broom and listen to Piper." Aerrow ordered.

Since Stork still refused to obey his leader, and the fact that the rest of the team were getting agitated, Junko decided to step forward and approach Starling. He figured he would just lift her up and carry her to a bed, he was strong but gentle so he felt he was best for the job. Besides he didn't want an arguement to break out.

"Junko what are you doing? Don't get any closer!" Stork pleaded, but the wallop continued and reached his hand out to Starling offering to take her arm to steady her. Starling stared at Junko, never once blinking. Her shaky hands reached for Junko's and held tightly onto them, in a sudden and quick movement, Starling pulled herself down to Junko's skin and bit hard on his strong arms. She pierced through the skin with her now sharper teeth, blood trickling down his arm.

Junko screamed and stood their frozen in terror, Finn screamed with a high pitched squeal, Piper and Aerrow stood their wide eyed and shocked from what had just happened. Aerrow would have went to attack, but in his mind Starling wasn't the enemy, his mind hadn't fully processed the situation at hand. None of them truly had.

However Stork took action, he brought the broom to his chest then charged into Starling, knocking her to the floor. She wasn't going to stay down too long though, so Stork ordered the rest of the squadren who were still in severe shock for them to get out of the room. He tried to be as fierce as possible to make them listen, it seemed to work as they began to hurry out of the room, Junko with them.

Aerrow and Finn baracated the door while Stork and Piper checked Junko's wound. It was quite deep, which worried the three of them considering how thick the wallop's skin was.

Starling began banging on the door as she tried to get out to the Stork Hawks. It sent shiver's down their spines, having to deal with someone like this, especially with it being their good friend.

Stork had been prepared for this day for a while, just like he had with other surreal disasters. So he pulled the others away from the door, he wasn't sure if the now blood thirsty Starling would be able to break through with her new strength, he certainly didn't want to stay and find out. He knew what they had to do, the team had to grab their weapons, essentials, jump on their skimmers and flee the condor.

The merb lead them to his room and grabbed a smallish wooden crate that was sitting neatly in a corner collecting dust, he then told Aerrow and the others to grab their weapons and meet them in the hanger bay.

Before Stork left his room to join them he unlocked the crate and searched around inside, panicking slightly, he hadn't looked in here since it arrived in the mail a few years back. Unfortunately there was no cure what so ever in here, none at all. He was now full of sadness for his strong friend, they were going to lose him and there was nothing he could do. He blamed himself, he should have kept Starling away from him. How was he going to tell the others, and more importantly Junko, that he would become one of them soon?

The six Storm Hawks were gathered in the hanger bay all sitting on their skimmers with the essentials. Starling was on the brink of escaping the room now, forcing her way past the solid door, starving for someone to rip apart.

Before they left their home, Stork needed to tell them about Junko. He wasn't sure how long he had left, the time the infection spread and took effect on the body varied.

"Junko, I hate to tell you this but...well..." The carrier pilot purposefully came out with this randomly before they left, because he knew he would find it hard to sit everyone down and talk to them about it later on. But he couldn't do it, he was chickening out again. He hadn't really planned out how on the Atmos he was going to tell Junko that he needed to die or become one of those horrendous beasts.

It's OK Stork, I know." Junko said with sorrow filling his voice, his eyes welling up from the acceptance. The whole team were full of gloom ow, it seemed they were beginning to understand and believe the truth in Stork's panic earlier.

You can fix him though right Stork?" Finn asked, his voice a little high pitched as he tried to hold back the tears that were forming with the idea that he could lose his best friend.

"That's the problem" Stork continued "I...well I...I can't. I mean I don't have a cure and I don't know how to make one. But there's no mistaking that Junko is going to...well...he's going to turn."

"So what do we do?" Aerrow asked almost to quiet to be heard.

"Well I hate to say it, but I'm afraid of when Junko becomes one because...if Starling is this strong, then I don't want to begin to imagine how dangerous Junko will be..." The storm hawks understood where the merb was going with this. None of them liked it but they remained silent, because deep down they knew he was right. Finn wasn't ready to admit it though.

"What? You can't be seriously suggesting that we...kill Junko are you?" Anger was growing rapidly within Finn and it was showing. He just wanted to strangle Stork for even saying such an awful thing, they were supposed to be a team. He didn't even seem willing to find a cure for his friend.

"I'm not enjoying this, you know." Stork said back to the sharp shooter, there was regret in his voice. He felt like a traitor to the team, but they had no choice.

Finn stepped off his skimmer. Filled with rage he stomped towards the merb ready to...well to do something to him, preferably knock him over with a good hard punch. The sharp shooter felt a hand on his shoulder, telling him to stop, he turned around to punch the person holding him back, but froze when he saw that it was Junko.

His eyes filled with sadness the wallop said "It's OK Finn, I've accepted what has to happen. This isn't Stork's fault."

"Starling said she felt ill last night didn't she?" Piper asked.

"Yeah so?"

"So at least we will know when Junko's about to turn because he'll feel the same. He can stay with us till then, right Stork?" The merb nodded, thankful that the crystal mage had calmed Finn down.

"Maybe Piper and Stork could even use Junko to help find some kind of cure right?" Aerrow inquired, the merb nodded again and explained that his kit did have some equipment that would be of some assistance to the research.

This revalation had brightened everyone's spirits at least a little. Junko certainly felt relieved that at least he could be of some help before he died, although Finn was only cheering up to make an effort for Junko.

A deep moan echoed through the hanger bay as the zombiefied Starling approached them. They turned to her, the shock returning within them, as they lacked the ability to deal with her condition. Aerrow prepared them to drive off and leave her, but just as he did something hit Starling square in the face. She knelt down, flames beginning to cover her, burning her skin as it peeled off her.

The room fell to silence at the sight before them, their jaws had dropped, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Starling had just been shot by Finn. He had hasitly added a phoenix crystal to his shooter to make her ignite when he fired, he wasn't sure if his usual attack would kill her.

"Finn?" His name only just managed to escape Piper's lips.

The sharp shooter was shaken up from the crime he had just commited, but he wanted to do it. Not to prove his courage or worth, he did it to admit to himself what kind of a world they were living in now. He couldn't live his life in the hope that everything would work itself out like it usually does with them.

The Storm Hawks drove off into the sky, with a new war to fight.

Please review and let me know what you think of my nw fan fic!

Just a heads up the next chapter will be about the Cyclonians