This story is inspired by The Walking Dead, so for all that have seen it (and if you havnt you NEED to ;0) you may notice some similarities in characters/slang. For anyone that has seen Zombieland, I'll have those rules installed and ones from The Zombie Survival Guide. Lots of rules to keep up with...gotta keep my characters alive...
Speaking of which, and I will put this is bold for people who dont read the authors note (As I never do XD)...
NO ONE IS SAFE
If you think you got the story figured out, think again. I may not be the best writer, but I have imagination. So if you think someones gonna show up right in the nic of time to save the main character...
think again :)
Oh and...if you don't like yaoi, dont read. It wont be for a while, but this is a Grimm/Ichi story. So go ahead and click out of here if you aren't okay with that. I guess you could read until it got weird for you, but I really don't see the point.
Also, I would like to thank my beta, Ciel Leon, who will also be helping out with the comic relief so this whole adventure doesn't get too stressful. You should all thank her if you review.

Let the zombie killing commence...

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

Prologue- The Day the Dead Walked

I was in med school when the virus first hit. We were the first hospital in America to admit a ZX8 patient- the first hospital to witness the pandemic that would lead to the end of humanity.

At first, the doctors were baffled. The patient, a 32 year old man of good health, seemed to just be suffering from a bad case of the flu. When the fever hit 105 degrees, tremors started, and the man stopped respounding to outside stimuli's. It was obvious his case was not one from our text books. He was kept in quarantine and the few times I went to check his vitals and blood he seemed to be dead. The only hint to the life remaining was the fast paced rise and fall of his chest, the wild, uncontrolled beating of his heart, and his sightless gaze directed towards the ceiling. His eyes, which only a day before had been a dark brown, were now light blue and bloodshot.
No one was surprised when three days after he was admitted, the man passed away.

The doctors and specialist could not figure out the reason for the sudden death, but a human body can only take so much stress before it fails. Three nurses, two men and a woman were in the room prepping the body for the morgue when it happened- I was on call that night, reading an old magazine in the staff lounge when the screaming started. Having spent a good amount of time in the ER (over the two and a half years of rotations), I was used to the screaming of patients.
But the yells I heard that day will never be forgotten.

At first I thought it was an animal, the way it started as a growl and seemed to grow in size. The staff lounge was three rooms away, but the noise still seemed to fill the room and sink into my bones, causing a chill to pass through me. The noises soon resembled a human scream, only deeper and more viscous. My reaction was like everyone else in that wing and soon there was a large crowd surrounding the quarantined room.
I was tall enough to easily see over my collegues into the massacred room. The two male nurses were backed against the wall in one corner of the room, eyes fixed on the opposite side of the room with a look that I could only describe as pure horror. Crouched on the ground was the patient- now alive by some miracle. I was confused for only a second before I grasped what he was crouched over. The woman, a short girl of only 24 that was on her first year of rotations, a girl that I had lunch with on multiple occasions, was being eaten alive. Her stomach was a shredded apart, intestine spewed out on the floor as the patient ripped hand full's of her innards and stuffed them into his mouth. He was oblivious to the screams of horror from the crowd outside the room, his sights only set on the feast before him. The girl was still alive; screaming and trying to pull away from the creature…only her screams seemed to fuel his fervor. I took all of this in within a matter of seconds before security showed up and started pulling the crowd away.
I watched from behind the nursing station where everyone had been pushed back to as security gun downed the cannibalistic man. It took six shots; the final went straight through his skull, for the man to finally fall forward onto the twitching body of the nurse. Security removed the two male nurses who were still cowering in the corner and then a group went in to seize the bodies.
That day was full of questioning and police tap, then we were all allowed home or to resume patient care. It was deemed that the man had some strain of ecoli, but the reanimation of his body went unanswered. Also, while one of the surviving nurses was seemingly unharmed, the other man had suffered a long scratch from his elbow to his wrist. He was now undergoing the same symptoms that the original patient had and we all feared what was next.

I had planned to take a two week long vacation the next day, but with the happenings at the hospital I felt inclined to stay and remain on call. However, my best friend- who had planned the backpacking trip through Lewis and Clark national park- wouldn't take no for an answer, so instead of returning the hospital the next day I set out into the wilderness. We didn't radios, left our cell phones in the car, and traveled well past the ranger stations. There was no way for us to know that on the outside, the world as we knew it was ending.

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The car screeched as I rounded the corner, tires spinning out behind me while it drifted a few feet. I slammed the gas on and the truck shot forward, thundering into the Herd ahead of me.
A feral grin spread across my face as the bodies were skewered onto the spiked grate bolted to the front of my stolen black F-150 Ford. The Herd must have been at least 200 strong, but I passed through the reanimated bodes like passing through a wheat field. Blood splattered across my windshield along with a couple un-identifiable slices of flesh. I tsked and flipped on my wipers, enjoying the site of the Walker's blood smearing across the glass. I cleared the Herd and continued speeding through the streets, caring nothing for the few stragglers that attempted to follow the vehicle.

I arrived at the vast parking lot of Wal-Mart, which was now empty and forsaken. Parking the truck next to a dumpster, I stepped outside to assess the damage to the front of my giant truck. Other than a few tangled body parts which had been ripped from the joints of the Walkers, the truck had managed to survive with only a few dents and scraps. I picked off the disgusting chunks of flesh and tossed them in the bin, then ran a hand towel over the hood. As bad-ass as the car was, a rotting flesh paint job did not appeal to me, no matter how many dead bodies I skewered.

My hands were covered in blood, but I paid no mind as I leaned against the clean car and lit up one of my few cigarettes. I inhaled; allowing the smoke to pass through me and succumb to the sense of calm it provided. A false feeling, calm was something I had not felt for a long time now, but I relished in the muggy affect I was left in once the nicotine was in my system. Forgetting how much of a shit-hole everything was now was just one of the many reasons I would not be giving up smoking anytime soon. If I died from lung cancer during a zombie apocalypse…

I snorted at the thought, running a hand through my mess of bright blue locks to control my self-caused laughter. Collecting myself, I turned my eyes to the parking lot ahead of me, ready to move if any danger emerged. The sun was setting, giving off shadows that seemed to make everything look even more sinister. It stretched things, made the shadows reach out towards me, and left the whole world in a wash of yellowish orange. I hated sunsets, not only because the Walkers became even more bloodthirsty at night, but because it made me vulnerable.
And I hated being vulnerable.

I stubbed out the finished smoke with the heel of my black boots, whipped my hands off as best as I could on my dark, bloody jeans, and climbed back into the truck. The cab was spotless, except for the bullet shells that riddled the front seats as well as the assortment of weapons carefully positioned in the backseat. I made sure my Silver Spring revolver was loaded and available before starting up the loud vehicle.
If there was one place you didn't want to be at night these days, it was the city.