Marinette hid behind an empty trashcan outside her family's bakery. The city of Paris was nothing like it used to be. No one knew why this was happening, but people started to become living, flesh eating corpses, roaming around all over Paris.

"What is happening?" She asked herself. She looked around at all of the stores when she saw one that sold weapons. She made sure that no one was around before quickly crossing the street towards the store.

She made it inside and looked around. There were three walkers lurking in the isles. She looked towards the counter only to find that the lone store owner was on the floor in a pool of blood with a few limbs missing.

She swallowed down the vomit that flowed into her mouth and carried on looking around the store, making sure not to bump into any of the walkers. She picked up a shotgun and two bullet belts, putting one over each shoulder. A groan came from behind her and she shot the creature right in the centre of it's forehead.

She let out an 'eep' as it hit the floor. "Sorry." She cringed. It was her first time killing someone...or rather, something. Although, she knew that she shouldn't make such a big deal about it as it won't be the last time she will kill one of these creatures.

With that thought, she shot the other two before they could harm what was left of the living.

She also picked up some sharp knives, twisting them between her fingers and throwing them up in the air, catching the handle without fail. She practised in the bakery with bread knives, although these knives were heavier, she still managed. She saw some machetes and thought 'Why not?' before slipping them into the belt she had picked up in a different store, the last items she picked up were two pistols and some bullets. She attached a Ladybug patterned strap to the shotgun and swung it around so that it rested against her back, shoving the pistols and bullets in the belt. Happy with what she picked, she walked out of the store only to come face to face with a non-living. It leant forward to try and bite her, but she dodged just in time. "Not today." She said through grit teeth, chopping off it's head with a machete.

She looked at her arm as a sudden pain shot through her shoulder. She saw a deep gash from earlier, when Sabrina's father shot a bullet at a walker and the bullet skimmed through her jacket and T-shirt sleeve. It cut deeply through the skin of her arm. She rolled her eyes. "Shit. That's great...just great." She touched it, seething in pain. She looked at her fingertips to see blood. She wiped it on her pants, not caring that it would leave a stain. She carried on walking.

She found her way to a restroom, entering it to see no walkers. But there was blood smeared on the mirrors and walls and there were bloody footprints on the floor. She entered a stall, taking off her newly stolen weapons to take off her jacket, leaving it on the floor. She ripped her pants to make a pair of shorts. She then ripped off the small sleeves of her T-shirt, discarding them on the floor with her jacket. She ripped her T-shirt below her breasts, so that it became a belly top. She also ripped the waistband of her pants so that it became lower, showing a small amount of her white lace thong.

She pulled out a bandage wrap, disinfectant, nursing tape and a pair of scissors from her black fanny-pack first aid kit to clean and wrap her wounded arm with. She loaded her weapons back on to her body and took her hair out, leaving it down. She left the restroom, pistol in hand and made her way to the Eiffel Tower to make an announcement. "Mrs Chamack! Can you film me, please? I have an announcement!" She exclaimed.

Mrs Chamack nodded, setting up the camera that was previously on the ground. "Are we rolling?" Marinette asked and got a nod in response. "Great!" She jumped up on the Eiffel Tower, using her talent of gymnastics. Mrs Chamack adjusted the camera on Marinette. "Good evening, Paris." She said with a straight face. "As you all know, our city is, for some unknown reason, crawling with the undead and- hm!" She aimed her pistol at a walker and pulled the trigger, shooting it dead... completely. "I'm determined to get to the bottom of why this is happening and save you all, even if it means losing my own life, but I can't do it alone. We all need to work together. I beg of you, get any sort of weapon you can, whether it's stolen or not, and help me! Help me return Paris to the city it was before and not this city of sorrow and darkness. I miss Paris, what it was like before the breakout. I believe that Paris, the city of love, can be saved! So I, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, vow to save Paris from this apocalypse, even if it's the last thing I do! I will not see my loved ones suffer!" She yelled, thrusting a pistol in the air, spinning it around her finger, before shooting another walker down and blowing on the end of the gun. With that, she winked at the camera just as Mrs Chamack turned it off.

"That's a wrap!" She grinned. Marinette nodded.

"Thanks. But you must get to safety! Or you might get eaten." Mrs Chamack nodded, turning and running away to find safety. Marinette sighed, running in the direction of the bakery. She opened the door, hearing the jingle of the bell above it as it opened. "Mama? Papa?" She called. Her parents emerged from the living room.

"Marinette! Our precious girl!" Sabine exclaimed, hugging her daughter close, her father joining. Marinette sighed with a smile. When they parted, Tom took in his daughter's appearance. Marinette noticed how he eyed the weapons along with her outfit.

"Papa...I know how you feel about guns, revealing clothing and things, but-" She stopped talking as her father kissed her on the top of her head.

"I don't mind. Just as long as you're safe." He smiled, she smiled back. She looked over her shoulder as she heard groaning from outside the bakery. She ran to the door and locked it.

"We can't stay here! We need to go someplace safe!" She exclaimed. She headed out of the back entrance, shooting down any of the undead that got in her way. "You will not hurt my family! You hear me?!" She yelled. She felt something grasp her on the shoulder, she grunted as she turned around, holding the pistol to the head of...

"Alya?!" She exclaimed, hugging her best friend. "I'm sorry! I thought you were a...a..."

"I know, it's okay." Marinette looked at her. Alya grunted in pain, hunched over, grasping her side. "Marinette...I...I was bitten...I'm gonna turn...you have to shoot me!"

"What? Alya?! No!" She said, slipping the pistol back into the belt. "I'm not going to shoot my best friend!"

"But all I'm going to do is put you in danger! They say it takes ten days or less to turn, Mari! That's less than two weeks! Not long! Just shoot me or I'll do it myself!" She reached for a pistol, but Marinette backed away.

"No. I won't let you! I'll do whatever it takes! I'll help you!"

"How do you know that?!" Alya screamed, now in tears. "I don't want to hurt anyone, Mari! It's best if I die properly now than die and kill others later!"

"No! I want to at least try to help you, Alya. You're like the sister I never had. I need you in my life!" Marinette screamed back, tearing up herself. Alya sighed.

"Fine. But promise me one thing." Alya said, looking deeply into Marinette's eyes.

"Anything."

"If and when I do turn...shoot me."

Marinette's eyes widened, a tear trickling down her cheek. She sighed, nodding sadly. "Okay. Fine." She wiped away her tears. She looked at Alya. "Take off your shirt."

"What...?"

"You heard me." Marinette said, opening her fanny-pack and taking out the bandage wrap, disinfectant, cotton balls and scissors. Alya raised a brow.

"Okay...?" She said, unbuttoning the first few buttons and lifting the fabric over her head, seething in pain as she stretched her wound. Marinette cringed. "I can't. It hurts too much." Marinette ripped open her shirt, revealing Alya's white vest top, which Marinette didn't hesitate to rip so that it became a belly top like hers. "Hey!" Alya exclaimed. Marinette discarded Alya's over-shirt.

"What? I said I would help you." Marinette said sternly. She pored a little disinfectant on to a cotton ball and cleaned her wound. Alya seethed as it stung. "Yeah. I know. Almost done." She put the cap back on the disinfectant and wrapped the bandage around her middle a few times, using the scissors to cut it. She tied it in place. "There. All done." She said. "However, you need to be able to move more. Being as you're going to help me while you still can. We can either steal some clothing or you can rip your current outfit...kinda like mine"

"Okay?" So Alya did as Marinette told her and ripped her pants like Marinette's.

"I need to steal some new shoes, anyway. I don't think dolly shoes are that safe for running in...especially with my clumsiness." She said, looking at her shoes. She almost laughed at how she found it funny how she could steal and it would be perfectly fine because nobody is really focused on money or anything anymore. That, and most of the store owners and workers were dead, lying in pools of their own blood. Soon to turn. Marinette shuddered at the thought. "We could pick up some weapons for you, too." She suggested. "Come on." With that, they headed to the mall to get what other alternatives they needed. Luckily, Alya had her schoolbag with her, so they shoved in some food, drinks, some more sets of clothes, extra weapons, shoes, first aid equipment, and whatever else the thought they needed. They even picked up some alcoholic drinks, just because they could. They wouldn't tell Tom and Sabine that, though.

After the got what they needed, they jogged back to the bakery. They walked in, only to see two walkers. "Damn you!" She screamed, chopping their heads off with a machete, but her parents were nowhere to be seen. A lump formed at the back of her throat and her heart dropped to her stomach. Marinette started to panic. "Mama? Papa? Where are you?" There was no answer. She looked around the bakery, calling their names over and over before heading upstairs. There was no sign of them "Mama?! Papa?!" She cried. She heard a bang come from her parents room and rushed towards it.

Stood there, by the closet, were her parents. Marinette teared up and ran into her parents arms. "Don't ever scare me like that again! I thought I had lost you." Her parents wrapped their arms around their baby girl.

"We're sorry, sweetheart. Two of the creatures burst in, so before they saw us, your father and I came up here to hide in the closet." Sabine explained.

Marinette hugged them tighter. "I'm so glad you're safe."

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The next day was slightly more challenging, due to not having enough sleep because of having to stay aware of the undead coming into the bakery. Marinette sat in the bakery, on the floor behind the counter, sketching. "We need to get out of here." She muttered to herself. "It's not safe." She stayed in the bakery, keeping the place safe by killing any member of the undead that walked through the smashed door and getting read of the body.
She peered around the corner as she heard the sound of dragging feet across the floor. She held the gun, ready to shoot. But she couldn't...she trembled. She couldn't believe that she had to kill a friend. Even if their soul was no longer there. He was just a walking dead body with a thirst for blood. But she had to keep her family safe.

She closed her eyes, holding the gun out in front of her with her arms straight as her trembling finger pulled the trigger. She opened her eyes slowly one at a time, covering her mouth with her hand, a tear fell from her cheek. She never thought she would have to kill a friend...but she had to put him out of his misery.

I finally published it! First chapter and I left you on a cliffhanger...please don't kill me! Who do you think Marinette killed? Comment who You think it might be!