Author's Note: I've watch Zombieland for the first time (and I'm think I'm in love) and I've so many ideas to this story, this chapter will be Kurt... soon Brittana. Thank you for read, I hope you enjoy and please review.

It's been a week. This week has been more different than the others, if that is possible, and I'll tell you why. I admit, I've always been kind of lonely, even before people turn into zombie. Its Not my fault, people just don't seem to like me. When I was younger I always wanted a dog, a companion to play with and make me company, but my dad always told me "No", I even argue with him, but the answer was always the same. I was getting older, and the feeling was fading away, I already had problems enough and didn't need to add a dog to them. And well, let's face it, until a few days ago hadn't passed on my head to get a dog, it's not like now I'll wake up, walk my dog and kill some zombies. But back to today, because thinking about the past will not bring it back, I have Boomer, if you guys don't know who he is, he is the dog that made me scream like a girl the other day, but returning to the subject, I know I have rules, but he is different, he is a fellow that I can count, my best friend, something that I don't have in a such long time.

Boomer has been a loyal friend throughout the time we spent together. When I'm asleep, he is always alert, when I hear he barking, I know something is wrong. When I saw him killing his first zombie, my heart swelled with pride. He still have a very sore paw, then our walk is slower, but nothing out of the ordinary. I'm looking for cars but .. nothing! None of Those cars are fucking working... yeah. I'm getting pissed off.

We kept walking, the sun boiling under our heads, the way seems endless, well, I don't really have a place to go, but anyway. I sat on the floor and move my hand in the hair of the dog beside me, making him grunt with joy. When I hear the sound of a car.

I look at the frightened side, it's not every day that you hear the sound of a car, unless the zombies learned to drive, because if so, I have a huge problem.

The car is big and is stained with blood the black pait, the paint also is scraped off the hood, the front window is broken in a way that I believe is bulletproof. The man or woman or zombie, I don't know, I can't see his face, starts the car and accelerate. I feel a chill go through my body ... He will not do what I am thinking, or he will?

I hide behind a stone, which I appreciate because I am small enough and i can protect me and Boomer. Pointing, or better I'll be honest with you, I'm trying to pointing because I'm shaking so much that is incredible that I didn't shoot unintentionally.

When the mysterious person get out of the car, I feel my jaw drop, he was the handsome guy I had ever laid my eyes on. His eyes, Oh his eyes, they are, how to explain ... Blue as the sky, the old sky ... a summer sky, no clouds, just beautiful. His hair, nothing less than fabulous. His porcelain skin, has a special glow. His clothes would Be awesome if don't have stained with blood, if I were a zombie, only to spoil Those clothes, I'd get a gun, and give me a head shot. Oh God, I think I'm in love, or rather I'd be in love if he was not pointing the gun at me, that thought brings me voting for reality.

We are pointing guns at each other, until I break the silence that was between us.

"How about a ride?" I ask with a smile.

"Why I would give you a ride?" The stranger speaks, dont looking away.

"Because ..." I think a little "Because you're a good person?" I speak. He opens the door of his car, when he is about to enter I try again. "Because I'm probably the only person you'll find here, everyone is a zombie now, and ..." I make a pause, making the mysterious man turned to face me.

"And .." He asks.

"Someone who has a tendency of fashion in a zombie apocalypse like yours has to be good, right?" I speak. The stranger looks at me with an amused curiosity in his eyes raising an eyebrow. "Alexander McQueen" I say pointing to his clothes.

"Good one, boy," he said. "Come in".

I whistle to call attention Boomer and going towards the car. When we entered, I hear the angelic voice of the boy sitting next to me.

"What," he said, or to be more exact, he SCREAMED "What the hell is this?"

"A dog," I tell him, as if I had talking to a child with two years old.

"I know it's a dog," he says angrily. "What he's doing in my car?"

"He follows me, he is not doing anything wrong."

"No. .. and No," he says. "As my friend would say, Hell to the no!"

"Please," I say, doing my best puppy dog look. "He'll be a good boy"

"Ugh, okay" He relents. Powering the car and out and travel.

Now I can watch him more closely, I realize that we probably have the same age, I never saw him at school, that's for sure, I would never forget the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"I'm sorry?" I speak, out of my thoughts.

"I said 'Where are you going?'" He repeated.

"Ahh, I see," I said smiling, "I don't have a fixed place to go, just want to leave this damn town"

He stares at me curiously for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. "And you?" I ask.

"New York," he says.

"If I may ask, why?"

"Don't, I don't let you ask," he says gruffly.

I eye my hands, I don't know why, but he didn't want me to know that and it hurt me more than it should, I only know he a few hours, or better A FEW MINUTES.

"Why?" I think out loud, curiosity taking over me.

"Why' what'? He asks

"What you have in New York?"

"My father is there," he says "Fine?"

"Fine." I mumble low, even the curiosity still eating me alive, why the hell he would not tell me that? But I'll leave quietly, don't wanna start a conversation about family now.

After a long trip, we stopped at a secluded place to sleep.

"I'm Blaine," I say sheepishly.

"I'm Kurt," he says with a small smile. "Nice to meet you"

"Same" I say "I only wish it was in better condition" I look at him. "You know, this whole business of zubis and brains and .."

"I get it Blaine" he said laughing.

"Sweet Dreams, Kurt"

"Have nice dreams Blaine"

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