Another story, making my total so far 7! And yet again it is Adventure Time gender-bent, but set in a AU world not to different from ours, just different cities and stuff. But the interesting thing about this story is that the whole world is infected with a virus similar to zombies! I know pretty lame, but I've seen everyone posting these and wanted to write my own since I love zombie horror and Adventure Time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time, I never will. If you think I do you must not know who Pendleton Ward is, because he owns it.

My name is Fionna Mertens, and I survived the worst infection in the world. Well so far that is, I'm pretty sure it's just me now. And this kid I found a while ago, she says her name is BMO, what kind of name is that? She's got black hair with little green bows in it, they match her dress which has assorted shapes stitched on the front, and black combat boots that match mine. I've got a torn up blue tee-shirt, a darker blue mini-skirt, and thigh highs. Don't have to worry about pervy men staring at my ripped skirt because, like I said. I'm pretty sure were the last people who are not constantly trying to eat human flesh.

Oh, I almost forgot, I have this cat too. I named her Cake, since me and BMO found her in a bakery. I'm surprised the animal could survive this long, she must have hunted. Which turned out pretty good in our favor, because she offend brings back dead animals from the forest surrounding our base-camp.

Base-camp is basically a treehouse I built using the wood for nearby trees, and if I may say I did a pretty good job. It's only a small room, a large tree trunk standing in the middle which holds it up off the ground, and a door. No windows, just a door we leave open during the day and and lock it at night. For added protection I pull up the ladder that leads up to the wrap around deck, so it's impossible for any of those things to get us.

"Mommy wake up!" BMO shouted, her head hanging down from the top bunk to see me and Cake in the bottom one. Don't ask me why BMO calls me mom, because I'm 16 years old and it's impossible for me to be the 7 year old's mother. But I never yelled at her, I lost my mother to the infection and I know she probably did as well, so maybe it helps.

"What?" I groan, turning on my side and shoving my face into a pillow. I could tell BMO rolled her eyes, and then a sudden pressure on my back told me that she was standing on me. Sometimes this kid could be a real pain in the-

"WAKE UP!" she shouted, now jumping. "THERE IS A PERSON OUTSIDE!"

I sat up, now completely awake and alert to what BMO was saying, quickly I grabbed a sword. I found it in a decorative weapons shop, along with a handful of daggers and other swords, and all of them turned out to be very helpful. The best tool for taking down the few infected who stumble our way, which wasn't many. But as soon as I take one look outside I freak out, at least ten of those things surrounded the base of the tree keeping us out of their reach. This isn't good. I could leave them to claw at the tree, but then I wouldn't be able to get down for water and food. So I must get them now, even if it may be a big fight I'll make it through. So I steady my breathing, holding my sword up high, they were ten feet down and certainly hungry. The smell of rotten flesh and blood made me sick, but I got to say focused.

I run back inside, grabbing another gray sword so I have one in both hands, BMO is hugging Cake in the corner. After getting a fresh rabbit I run outside, and the groans of the un-dead get louder at the smell of the bloody animal in the same hand as the one of the swords I plan to use to send them back to fiery pits of the underworld. I swallow hard and throw the small rabbit a good 20 feet away from the tree, and instantly the group of zombies goes running for the meal I gave them.

As soon as they were far enough away I leaped down, landing on my feet and holding both swords up toward them. One catches sight of me, and starts running toward me now. His head is soon gone as the thing lunges, drawing the attention of others. I smile, this is kind of fun, but I seriously need to focus. A little boy, about BMO's age growls and runs at me, but my sword goes straight through his chest and the other holds off the others.

Soon their all down, I'm sweating and covered in the horrible smelling blood of the infected. I hall all the unwanted visitors a good 50 or 60 feet away from base-camp, that took hours, plus added another layer of sweat to my body. BMO was acting like nothing happened, playing a handheld game she had found awhile ago. It ran on a watch battery so I can pretty much be sure it isn't dying any time soon, which is great because I can't have BMO following me around the woods, now she stays back with Cake to play games.

Next thing to do today, check supplies. Four rabbits (would have been five if not for those things), two deer, six gallons of water and a nice fire burning. Good. Nothing to do today, well almost nothing. I smell terrible, and I think there is a creek about a mile from here.

Short, well kinda short. Everyone who writes zombie fics NEVER finishes, I shall break this cycle. Speaking of not updating, there are a LOT of un-updated stories out there THAT NEED new chapters. IS EVERYONE SLEEPING?!

OOOOO! Guess what? I started reading the first Twilight book, and I fell in love with it. I dunno why but it just draws you in, so cool. Anyway that's about it. I had a really hard time naming this chappy!