A/N: A new story! Woot! I know that I already have other stories posted, and I AM working on them! The reason I posted this is because I already have part one written! So I got really bored about a month ago and started typing this beauty. I felt like my readers needed some more from me somehow. Fresh off the press. It's apocalyptic and eerie, maybe violent at times. If you know my writing style then you know that there will be romance, and angst...lots of it. Enjoy...

Summary: When Raven Roth wakes up her world is torn to shreds. The undead roam her City looking for flesh and blood. Raven feels alone in this new world, but is she? Will she meet new people, and if she does what do they all have in common? A Teen Titan twist on the zombie apocalypse. AU. BBRae, RobStar, Flinx, and CyBee. Tons of romance, action, and angst! Eventual Lemon…

Part 1: Flesh

Chapter 1: Alone

The early morning sun sparkled on the tiny suburban community outside of Jump City. Down the road cars rumbled to life and began the deep pursuit into the City. Jump City was gigantic in size, the tiny suburbs that shrouded around it held its limit in citizens. Jump City was a haven of hope, a beacon of joy and comfort. It was also one of the safest Cities in the country.

"Raven, can you pick up some cookies on your way home today?" Her mother shouted from the doorway of their suburban home. Arella's purple hair fanned around her face, her abnormal purple eyes shined as cheerfully as the sun.

Raven smiled and grabbed her school supplies from the table. "Yeah, sure." She said happily.

Arella led Raven out the house, and towards their grey Nissan. "Are you excited for winter vacation next week?" Arella asked as they settled into the car. "An entire week off to relax and put up your feet!" She laughed as she started the engine.

Raven shrugged, vacations were great but everyone always had someone to hang out with. She had no friends at school; she was a nobody, a wallflower. "I'll probably spend some time at the elder home." The elder home was full of community service hours Raven could squeeze in, she loved how quiet and comforting they were. She fiddled with the strings on her backpack, thoroughly dreading the school day ahead of her.

Arella frowned deeply. "Aren't you going to hang out with your friends, or go to a winter party?" Her mother chided.

Raven shook her head and zipped up her dark purple jacket. "No, I'm fine being alone."

"I used to think the same way honey...That is until I met your father and we had you." She patted down Raven's shoulder length hair. "He would be proud if he were here." She finished.

Raven avoided thinking about her father's untimely demise, but when she did her heart clenched not only in sadness but anger. He had died by his own hand because of anger...What did his Government job do to make him so angry? He didn't have to die the way he did.

Arella sighed and pulled into the school drop off zone. "Well, have a great day at school, and don't forget to pick up some cookies on your walk home!" Arella loved cookies; she always kept them in the house. They were a great snack for her when she was up late grading papers, which she did often. Being a professor at the University took its toll, but Arella was always happy with her job.

Raven kissed her mother on the cheek. "What time will you be home?"

Arella shrugged. "Around six, I can bring home pizza if you like?"

Raven smiled widely. "That would be great." She stepped out of the car and waved at her mom as her car zoomed out of the school's lot. The foggy toil of the gas tail left Raven with a feeling of content. The cold breeze brushed her cheek and she hurried into Jump City Northside High School.

That was the last time she ever saw her mother.

It was dark and dreary, the grey sky giving a soft glow to the landscape. The trees bristled with the cold breeze and the grass surrounding the suburban area flickered. Raven Roth listened to the sound of her feet thumping on the cracked sidewalk, her shoes squelched with ease as she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder.

It's been officially five months, five months since the signal was sent out and shit hit the fan. A sonic boom, triple the size of the planet fried many civilians brains, some people survived but the world was in shambles nonetheless. After that catastrophic event nothing was the same. At some moments Raven felt like she was the only person still living on the planet. She would clear her head of those thoughts however for the moral reason of hope, where there was hope there were survivors.

Raven looked back to make sure no one was following her. A small wobbling black figure in the distance hobbled into view and Raven groaned. She shrugged off her pack and pulled a gun out of her hip holster, a normal sized Police Issue revolver. She cocked it, the chh chunk sound echoing in the silence. "Come a little closer..." She whispered to herself. She aimed the weapon, calming her nerves and exhaling a deep breath. The weight of her other gun, an Uzi, strapped to her back comforted her and allowed her mind to ease.

The figure hobbled closer, its moans and hungried snarls growing louder and louder. The skin on its face was peeled back to reveal the white cheekbone that was now partially sun fried. The green pus that dripped from open wounds winked at Raven like open eyes. It was soon within ten feet of Raven and she pulled the trigger, the bullet pierced the 'Hollow' in between the eyes. Raven called them 'Hollows' mainly because they had nothing left in their brain that read human. Their insides were hollow, and if you shot them anywhere besides the head they would still clamber on for even a taste of your flesh or a dribble of warm blood.

When she first had to pry into her father's gun collection she thought she was going mad, but when her neighbor's frenzied eyes and teeth tried to chomp down on her skin Raven knew what she had to do. In only five months she's killed hundreds of the undead, nowadays she barely flinched. She was used to protecting herself, but the little voice in the back of her mind always asked, are you sure they can't be saved? Are you sure they're really dead? Are you sure you're even alive? This voice had originated after a month of being alone, to Raven it felt like it's always been there. It constantly nagged at her.

Raven shuddered inwardly and approached the Hollow she shot. She crouched over it and examined its body, sometimes on lucky days Raven would find a handgun on the body or a knife, anything useful she would take. Blood oozed from the wound, the Hollow's glazed over eyes stared at the grey sky. Drool dribbled from the corner of its mouth, and in between its teeth hung a flap of rotting flesh. It must have eaten something recently, scratch that, someone.

Raven stood up and headed back towards her abandoned house. When the 'Zap', as she called it, first happened Raven was at home. A long day of school behind her, she was waiting on her mom and a promised pizza when her head started hammering. Her head shook and her body convulsed in pain, her vision turned red and she fainted. When Raven awoke the world as she knew it was gone. The TV stations were dead, cell phone towers were broken, and many people were dead. Either the Zap killed them, or the undead born from the Zap killed them. Raven still didn't know why she wasn't awoken as a Hollow, only some people were, others were killed on sight. The complexities of the situation still confused her, but the one thing on her mind was survival.

Raven scrambled into the City after the Zap happened, after witnessing dozens of people getting ripped open and eaten she quickly forgot all about the pizza her mom promised and emptied all contents in her stomach. Raven raced back home and when she found her neighbor at her door looking for a human snack, she did what any normal person would do, kill.

Now as Raven turned the key in the lock of her house the tiny voice in the back of her head started pestering her again. Why don't you just leave? Why are you still here? Why don't you try to find more survivors? In truth Raven didn't even know. She closed the door and propped a chair against the doorknob as she clicked the lock into place. "That should keep them out." She mumbled. Safety was her number one rule to staying alive.

Since there was no electricity Raven had to use a handful of large candles that she still had left, she blocked off the upstairs rooms, her items already gathered in the room she now used; the living room. It had a heat stove so she could cook her nightly meals consisting of a small can of green beans or spinach and a cracker. As the days went on Raven found herself ransacking more and more houses in search of necessities. Food was scarce and with everything shut down it was rare to find any people willing to share. People in general were gone...Don't think that, there's hope. Raven willed herself not to think of people, actual people. She missed the noise the City used to make, and she missed seeing a familiar face. Now that the Hollows roamed the City Raven had no choice but to ransack and stay put, any hope of other surviving people was scarce...

"No, don't think about that." She chided herself again as she lifted a spoonful of green peas to her mouth. "There is hope, there are people..." She slammed the can down suddenly, her appetite fading.

Being alone was something that Raven used to crave. Alone in her backyard curling up to a good book was what she missed most. Showers, electricity, a microwave, bottled water, all of the things she could've missed more but instead she chose people to dwell over. "Even a conversation would keep me sane." She said to herself. Don't forget about me! The voice in her head exclaimed, she chose to ignore it.

She unbuckled her leg holster and shrugged off her Uzi strap. She pulled a few knives out of her straps and began sharpening them. Only her thoughts and the sound of metal scraping against metal filled the room.

After a while she fell asleep, the Uzi slept comfortably next to her. Most of the house was boarded up but she didn't want to take any chances by letting her guard down. "Always sleep with one eye open." She whispered before drifting off into a light slumber.

The morning came; the light pitter patter of rain thrashing on the pavement outside woke Raven. She fumbled around in the dark for her candle and lighter, as soon as she found it she lit the candle and took a deep breath. Her nightmares were once again starting up, her erratic sleeping habits made her less alert during the day but she would have to deal with it. Today was the day she was going to the Bay side of the City in search of more supplies and food. She was currently running out of supplies, she would need much more if she was to-to what? What are you going to do Raven? Are you planning on stocking up to leave Jump City for good? Maybe search for some survivors? "Shut up." She grumbled in her monotone manner. The voice inside her head pestered her daily, but the questions were getting more intense.

Raven packed up a small lunch consisting of peanut butter crackers and three bottles of water. She grabbed her knives, a matching set of Bowies, and hooked her leg holster onto her thigh and slipped the knives into her weapon belt. She strapped the Uzi onto her back and secured the Police Issue Revolver on her hip.

When she was younger her father taught her how to use guns, anything that had to do with weapons her father would collect. He taught her how to clean a gun and use a Uzi, and install different safeties. She used to enjoy it until his 'accident'...

Her basement was filled with ammo, so she grabbed a few bricks to stuff in her pack and took off into the suburban area that she used to call home. As she walked past the Hollow she shot yesterday she frowned. Crows had already picked over its body; the only things remaining were his brittle bones and flaps of gooey cartilage.

The rain picked up and Raven pulled up her purple hood. Her grey ripped skinny jeans and purple sweatshirt were her main outfit choosings, she kept an extra pair in her pack but whenever she went out she felt more comfortable in this. Obviously for the winter this wouldn't do, but she would cross that bridge when it came. If you're still alive... "Shut up." She grumbled again.

Raven made her way into Jump City, the slick pavement made her trek harder but she continued on. Months ago Raven would enter the City in search of survivors or groups of people to which she could join. She eventually gave up; her world consisted of Hollows and crows. She kicked a rock to the side and approached the tall buildings; she hunched down low and scouted the street ahead of her.

Two Hollows stumbled clumsily back and forth, groaning and in search of food. The rain made their stink drift towards Raven's nose and she gagged. "Yuck." She gagged again and pulled out her Bowies. Their sharp twin tips winked at Raven and she jumped out from the corner.

The Hollows spotted her and grumbled hungrily. They began to wobble and bob towards her, their stretched and scaly skin flapped as they flailed forward. Raven kicked the closet one down and stabbed her knife into its softened skull. Its pursuit ended immediately and the life drained from its eyes. Raven pulled her knife out and the other Hollow latched onto her backpack, grabbing her and tossing her to the side. They've never done that before... The voice noted eerily.

She got on her feet quickly but the Hollow slammed into her, its breath flicked over Raven's face as she smashed into the ground. The Hollow's open mouth gurgled with flesh and spit. Raven screeched and tried to lift her arms, the Hollow was on her, and he wouldn't let go. Its teeth flashed and his jaw snapped hungrily. Raven kicked the Hollow in the abdomen and it fell to the side. It grabbed for her ankle as she tried to stand, teeth grazed her ankle and she reached for her Revolver. She aimed and cocked it, chh chunk, and shot. The bullet hit home and the Hollow slumped, its hold on her ankle falling limp.

Raven stumbled backwards; out of breath she put her weapons away. That was too close... "How did that happen?" Raven had taken on three Hollows at a time before, but this was different, were they getting stronger? They don't run, they don't jump, and they don't have any muscle...So how did this one get the better of you? The voice asked inquisitively.

Raven straightened herself out and looked down the street. Her heart nearly stopped beating.

Ahead of her, maybe twenty feet away was a horde of Hollows. They varied in shapes and sizes, male and female, even some children were among the group. There were at least fifty of them, their howls and groans filled the air and they started to limp, jog, and stumble towards her. Raven yelped and sprinted in the opposite way. You idiot, any gunshots and they come running! "Don't you think I know that?" She chided herself, she was stupid to let off a gunshot, but what choice did she have?

"I have to get out of here!" She kept running, and turned down some foreign streets. Signs for the Bay kept looming so she headed towards the water, the once beautiful coast of Jump City. She could hear the Hollows' footsteps; they were gaining on her, fast. Shit, shit, shit!

The Bay materialized before her, the water crashing angrily against the rocky shore. Raven climbed on some rocks and boulders, she looked back from where she came. More Hollows this time. They spotted her and grumbled angrily again. She looked around, bodies of various shapes and sizes were scattered around her. Something else had been killing here, or someone? The voice asked. "Shut up!" She yelled.

The Hollows were now on her, their limbs were thrashing against the pile of rocks Raven was on, it swayed and she grabbed her Uzi. She promised to only use it in emergencies, but this was it. A hand grazed her boot and she yelped. She cocked the Uzi, chh chunk chunk, and looked into the crosshairs. She aimed and fired, the shots echoed and more Hollows came from the City and towards the bay. There was no way she would have enough ammo. The Hollows around her dropped like flies but became stepping stools for other Hollows. Now their faces were at her knee level...no! The rock she was standing on toppled over and her ankle twisted. She screamed as she landed behind the rock, her ankle throbbed and seared with pain. "Please don't be broken!" She pleaded. The water lapped at her grey pants, they became soaked in shallow water but all that mattered was getting out of here.

The Hollows surrounded her and she tried to back up into the water, her ankle screamed in protest and a Hollow jumped onto her. Its teeth clattered together and Raven gave up her struggling. More rain poured and nearly blinded her, the smell of the Hollows too much for her to handle. This is it, you're going to die. The voice whispered in her head.

Gunshots, multiple gunshots echoed into the air and the Hollow on Raven's body exploded into bits and pieces of flesh and blood. Its eyes faded and the Hollows around her dropped like flies. Raven looked around but blood coated her vision. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a flash of green.

A/N: Please tell me what you think, I honestly have an amazing story line set up and I want to share it with you all! But I can only do that if I have your support. Thank you so much for reading, feel free to ask questions, flame, etc. Don't forget, just because I started another story does not mean that I'll neglect my other ones. I'm working on them, I promise.

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Next Chapter: Green awakenings, can anyone guess what THAT is? I'll update next Wednesday, maybe sooner if I get some reviews :)

P.S. Yes, the italic writing is the voice in Raven's head, strange right? ;)