Meant to post this yesterday, but it seemed too familiar to the original, so I went and changed it. Thanks to Invader Johnny for the name of the fic. If you don't know what it means, you'll find out in a later chapter.

Some quick info about this: It takes place in Butler, PA instead of LA, each member, the women at least, train the others in some way, everyone but Jade and Trina, not counting adults from the series, are 21, with Trina being 22 and Jade 20, and we will see some 'iCarly', 'Drake & Josh', and maybe 'Zoey 101' and 'Sam & Cat' characters throughout, but none are members of the survival group with Tori and the others, except maybe one or two. Some similarities: Jade is a lone survivor until some time after meeting Tori and the others, she gets her stuff stolen by another group of survivors, it'll eventually be Jori, and there's character death. One big difference though, some characters who weren't friendly in the original will be in here.

Oh, another difference is that Cat isn't childlike and speak with a higher pitched voice. She's serious, deadly (you'll see shortly, with her weapon of choice), and speaks with the same voice Ariana uses in real life. Just wanted to get that out there.

Enjoy. Thank you for reading this, and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'VicTORious' or any characters.

Tori POV

"Cat. Come in." I say into the earpiece/microphone set my father got all of us when this started, before he left to find other survivors and we haven't heard from him since.

"What's up?" Cat responds, the sound of a silenced gunshot being heard from her end. "Ha. Thirteen already, and it's not even noon." She says with a clear smile on her face as I hear her eject the round.

"Head back in. We need to plan out the next supply run." I tell her, rolling my eyes at her excitedness to shoot zombies in the head.

"Kay kay. Give me ten minutes." Cat answers, shooting another zombie.

"Now. Or you lose rifle privileges." I say, smirking to myself.

"Fuck you, bitch. You're not brave enough to take away my rifles." She scoffs, light laughter escaping.

"No. Not really. But Trina is. And you know she's the boss around here." I tell her, my smirk not disappearing when she gasps a bit.

"Dammit. Fine. On my way." She says, clearly not happy.

Three minutes later, the six of us (Cat, my sister Trina, our friends Andre, Beck, and Robbie, and myself) are sitting in what used to be a downstairs cafeteria at the local high school we made our camp after clearing it of zombies. "First and foremost, how many rounds did you use, Cat?" Trina, my sister who looks a bit like me with her hair, a darker shade of brunette than mine, curly with blonde highlights (no clue where she keeps getting the dye, to be honest), asks after we all sit down around her at the round table in the front of the cafeteria.

"Only four." Cat says, avoiding Trina. "Maybe six." She says when Trina simply stares at her. "Fifteen." She mumbles when Trina just narrows her eyes.

"You were told to take only ten rounds. Why'd you take more?" Beck asks, the tallest of the six of us with his dark brown hair down to his shoulders, a disbelieving look on his face.

"Robbie let me." Cat says, throwing the blame to the one in charge of inventory.

"I did not!" Robbie says in self-defense. "I only okayed it because you said you were searching the surrounding area, not going to the roof." He says, shaking his head at his on again-off again girlfriend/friend with benefits.

"Enough, the two of you." Trina interrupts, a small smile on her face. "Two things. One, you're staying here for the run since you used more ammo than allowed. And two, no using that for angry sex tonight." She tells Cat then Robbie, knowing how they are. "Now, onto the supply run." She says, a knowing smirk on her face at the frown on Cat's face at not being allowed to go on the run with us morphing to excitement at the prospect of angry sex with Robbie later. "Robbie, how are we on ammo?" She asks him, getting to business.

"Good, for the most part. We still have a couple hundred rifle rounds, since Cat only uses the sniper rifle rounds, which are different from the other rifle rounds we have. A hundred, give or take ten or fifteen, shotgun rounds, not counting the ones you have with you at all times." Robbie fills in, the last bit with a glance at Trina. "Handgun is a bit higher, at close to one fifty." He says, finishing the ammo supply.

"Good. We'll look for more, to be safe. Andre, how are we on food you haven't eaten yet?" Trina says, nodding before looking to my childhood best friend Andre, a dark skinned guy who once wanted to be a musician but his family never had the money to send him to LA where he could've gone to a school to help his musical ability grow, his hair in dreads and pulled back into a ponytail.

"I don't eat that much." Andre says in a lame defense, all of us knowing he eats more than usual but we don't know what happens to it since he never seems to gain weight. "And we're good. Food cupboards are full, except for the dried fruits, and water's good. It's worth getting more, but we're not in danger of running out any time soon." He shrugs, looking around the table.

"Good." Trina says before looking to Beck. "How are the weapons? No issues or anything?" She asks, knowing how important it is for your gun not to be broken or anything when fighting for your life, glad that Beck used to work at a shooting range and was/is the go to guy for weapon maintenance. Even blades.

"No issues. Except for Tori's sword, that is." Beck says, winking at me.

"What's wrong with Tali?" I ask, glaring at him.

"I don't know. Maybe the blunt blade all the time?" Beck asks, giving me a 'what do you expect' look.

"Hey, it's not my fault the infected aren't easy to cut through." I say in defense, shaking my head at him.

"Then learn to sharpen your own blade without screwing it up." Beck tells me, a smirk on his face.

"Well if someone would teach me, I'd be fine." I tell him, giving him a 'so there' look, like the mature adult I am.

"Fight nice, children." Trina cuts in, an amused smirk on her face.

"Give me Tali and we've got a deal." I cut in, pun sort of intended, and stare at Beck.

"Hush, little sister." Trina says, giving me a clear 'no more' look. "Beck, you stay here with Cat and Robbie. Andre, you and Tori will go with me to look for more supplies. Grab a gun and close combat weapon only, no secondary gun or anything else. Understood?" She tells us, dismissing Cat, Beck, and Robbie to go to their 'stations' (empty class rooms acting as ammo storage and look out areas) as she leads Andre and I out.

"Got it." We tell her, going our separate ways to get our weapons.

In less than five minutes, the three of us leave the school, Andre making sure the doors won't open unless you know how the lock was done, and head down the street for areas of possible supplies. "So, anything actually wrong with that blade of yours?" Andre asks as Trina leads us to a residential area that cleared out when the infection broke out.

"No. Beck was just being an ass." I answer, pulling my wakazashi Tali out of her sheath and checking her out, proud of the blade I hand-forged years ago.

"Good. Now put it away." Trina says over her shoulder, nodding towards a large house with movement in the window.

Jade POV

"Fucking undead." I say, shooting small group of zombies with my assault rifle, dropping them easily. "Can't get a fucking hours of sleep anymore." I groan, picking up my back and shouldering it, climbing on my motorcycle and starting it, alerting some nearby undead with the noise.

After almost a year, you'd think surviving the zombie apocalypse would be easier, but when you're surviving alone, not so easy. Worse when your only mode of transportation is a loud motorcycle you got for your birthday from your ex a few months before the apocalypse started, and you don't know shit about them other than changing the gas and riding it, so you don't know if it's possible to make them quieter.

"I think I heard something." I hear someone say after I shut down my bike and park it in a hidden alcove in the forest around where I made my base. "Thought I heard a motorcycle or some shit." I hear the guy say. Looking at an open window, I don't see anyone walking by to check, so I look around, hiding in the bushes myself in case he sees me. Sure enough, in the building I made my safe house, a few guys I can't see clearly enough to recognize or anything walk out the back door and look around, nothing of mine in their hands, just their guns.

"Let's head out, just in case there's more than one. We don't have a lot of ammo left, and there wasn't shit to grab that we could use in case a horde showed up or something." The second guy, his voice deeper, says as he leads the other two out.

"Too bad. Looks like a big titted chick lives here." The third guy, the pervert from what I can tell, says with one of my bras in hand. "Damn. 32 DDs. Nice." He comments, neither of them hearing my growl at him handling my bra. Worse is it's the one I took off just the day before and is from a Victoria's Secret set I liked.

"Fucking dumbass. Stop stealing shit." The guy who lead them out, the leader it seems, says as he takes my bra out of Pervert's hand and tosses it through a broken window. "Anyone finds anything missing, they'll get suspicious."

"Told you to leave him at the base." The first guy says, shaking his head at Pervert. "If you took the panties too, I'm shooting you right here." He warns, clearly not a fan of the guy with the bigger gun.

"I didn't, I swear." Pervert says, raising his hands in mock defense.

"Lying sack of shit." I mumble when I see him take the thong that go with the bra out of his front pocket and toss them behind him when no one's looking. "I'd burn them, but they're my favorite pair. So I'll wash them." I say, getting up and heading in after they're far enough away not to see or hear me. "A few thousand times, at least. And he's lucky they weren't down the front of his pants, or I'd kill him, with his buddies right there." I say, picking up the thong and taking it in with me, grabbing the bra as I pass it.

An hour later, after making sure all the doors are closed and locked up, the broken windows are boarded up, and I've changed into less dirty clothes (essentially a newer bra and panty set and a long black dress that shows a bit of cleavage and my calves) and start washing the bra and panty set Pervert tried to steal, going around and making sure my make shift security measures were set up, AKA boards with rusty nails sticking up out of them and other small objects like greased marbles so they can't keep their balance.

Once I feel the set is clean, enough at least, I head to my room, the basement with a different kind of security system (trip wire connected to a sawed off shotgun aimed at roughly chest height and spiked boards aimed a bit higher) set up and lock the door behind me, the set with me to set aside and wash again in the morning. "Glad I lock this area up well, at least." I say to myself, looking at the few guns I have on my desk, the two swords by my bed, and the three chests with shotgun, rifle, and handgun ammo in them, set up around my room.

Without a word, I strip the dress and bra off, kick off the house shoes I put on when I changed, and laid down in bed, hoping to get a few hours of sleep before someone tried to break in and set off my 'security' system.

Not as long as I'd like, and not a lot of action, if any at all. Next chapter will have some more action, as in we'll see the group who broke into Jade's place again, we'll find out who was in the house Trina spotted, and we'll see some zombies.

Will Jade meet the others as well? That's still undecided.

Again, thank you for reading this, and I hope you liked it. I hope this doesn't turn out too much like the original, since this is essentially a complete rewrite to it.

Any guesses on who the three were in Jade's place, or who/what Trina saw in the window?

Blessed Be.