Don't startle the witch chapter 1

"Mami," Kaname Madoka said, her small pale hands quivering, her pink eyes, similar to the color of her hair; searching the area around her.

"What is it, Madoka?" Tomoe Mami questioned, her hands pre-occupied by a magical musket, stopping her forward walk.

"Where are we going, exactly?" Madoka asked, noting the extreme lack of any people around, despite it being what would be a busy shopping mall, especially at noon.

"We can't survive forever by staying in one place." Mami explained, her golden hair moving around with every head movement, which were plentiful in area examining.

"Hey Mami, what's this?" Madoka asked, checking a bright orange poster on a nearby wall.

"Report the sick. Signed CEDA." Mami read.

"Report the sick?" Madoka asked. "Are the people sick?"

"I'm not sure if they are, or who CEDA is, but lets keep a steady defense, as just in case." Mami said, slowly walking forward, searching every dark corner and crevice.

"New one got bit, right?" Went a man in a white suit, speaking to a group of 3 others. "Isn't that how this works?"

"I didn't." Went a younger man with black hair, a baseball cap snug on his head, a small pistol in his hands.

"My friends call me Coach." Went the third man, a larger man, a darker skin than the rest of the group. "I guess y'all can do the same."

"Good work out there, Coach." Went the last of the four, a young woman with fairer skin and a bright pink t-shirt. "Name's Rochelle. You?"

"Names Nick." Went the man in the suit. "Don't bother learning it, I'm not sticking around long."

"Dude, not cool." The younger man in the cap said. "M'name's Ellis. Some people call me Ell, but I prefer Ellis 'cause Ell kinda sounds like a girl's name… If you wanna call me Ell though, I don't care…"

The elevator the group was riding in quickly filled with smoke as they reached the bottom of the burning hotel, a wild blaze in action on the other end of the door.

"I got a bad feeling whatever's gonna be out there sure ain't gonna be friendly." Ellis said, jamming his fingers into the locked elevator door. He pushed them open and reacted as fresh fire heated up his entire body, looking down, and then grinning.

"Guns!" He said, picking up a small submachine gun. "That's a sight for sore eyes."

Everyone picked up one of the four Submachine guns and began firing into the blaze. This was week 2 after initial infection. Zombie appocolypse had come true, but not everything had a strict diet of human flesh. Ellis, Rochelle, Coach, and Nick were one of four survivors, one of few. They hadn't seen a human that didn't feel like eating them for days. Life was difficult, but was about to get much more complex.

Colorful lights flickered and several fun noised faded from several carnival machines around Miki Sayuka, a thin, blunt baseball bat grasped in her hands, her blue hair blowing the wind, her pale school outfit partially coated with blood. This blood was not hers, as she had encountered several monsters on her way. Zombies, so the world taught society, were everywhere. Sayuka stepped carefully, making sure not to alert any more zombies than she needed to.

"Madoka?" She pondered through a telekinetic link. No response.

"Mami?" She asked again. Still no response.

She reached into her skirt pocket, pulling her cell phone out, checking the signal. No signal was out here, as the nearest phone line had collapsed to the ground.

"This is hopeless…" She said, dropping her phone back into her skirt pocket. She continued onward only to trip over something hard on the ground. She got up and looked over, and it seemed like a human body, except half of it's right arm was missing, revealing severed bone underneath the bloody sleeve. Sayuka swallowed hard and tried not to gag from the smell of the decomposing body. She quickly tried to back up from it, only to stumble once again. She tried to refocus her sights away from it, but she failed to. But something bright red caught her attention from the dead body's other hand, which was still there. It appeared to be a bright red first-aid kit with two adjustable straps expanding off the side. She quickly snagged with and looked inside. There was a couple bottles of some sort, about 3 feet of gauze and bandages, and some medical tape.

"Sure. I'll take it." she said, adjusting the straps to fit her small body shape, resting on her back like a backpack. She then slowly began to continue examining Whispering Oaks, A truly Dark Carnival in itself. But the ominous feelings did not stop, as shutters flew up Sayuka's body, shivering her to the very bone,by a simple noise. The echoing tap of a footstep. Sayuka's grip tightened around the hilt of her bat, as she wanted to move, but her legs were paralyzed.

"Who's there?" Sayuka asked, her deep blue eyes darting in every direction, until a shape emerged from the darkness ahead.

"You may lower your weapon." Said a female voice, the footsteps becoming clearly loader and sharper, such as the tap of a high heel shoe. Akemi Homura appeared from the darkness, her purple and white outfit the only thing separating her from sheer darkness, her hair and pantyhose, black as night. Even the long, black, M-16 assault rifle she held in her hands was clouded by the shadows.

"Oh, perfect, just the person I wanted to be stuck with. Homura." Sayuka said, sarcastically.

"Say what you must," Homura spoke, her voice never seeming to change emotion. "But you cannot survive on your own."

"How do you know that?" Sayuka asked.

Homura looked at her with blank, hollow eyes and grabbed a hold of her shirt collar, dragging her nearly 4 inches backwards, just enough to dodge a massive charging zombie, whom was dead upon impact of a bullet by Homura.

"Lucky save." Sayuka disregarded.

"That witch was more powerful than any of the others." Homura said. "It traveled us to a separate dimension, each of us, scattered."

"You think I hadn't noticed that yet?" Sayuka said, already getting sick of Homura. Her mood quickly changed as she spoke. "So do you know where we are?"

"Whispering Oaks. An amusement park meant for all ages. Savannah, Georgia." Homura spoke.

"Georgia?" Sayuka said. "Never heard of it."

"We're far from home. We're in America."

"America, huh?" Sayuka said, with a short breath, then chuckle. "That witch had good taste. Always wanted to come here."

Homura's expression didn't change.

"Well, if it wasn't for all the guys trying to kill me, then yeah. Would have been much more enjoyable."

Homura barely blinked. She simple turned around began walking back into darkness.

"Hey! Hold up!" Sayuka shouted, and pulled a small flashlight out of her other skirt pocket. Homura was lit up by the flashlight, and she paused.

"Good idea." She said, then continued walking.