The song isn't mandatory to listen to, but it inspired this little one shot, so I hope you listen to it. Also, this was originally going to be in one part, but I'm meeting up with a friend soon and wanted to give you guys something. Don't worry, I'll stay safe.

"Code purple, code purple! Go, go, go, get out, now!" Logan's' voice broke the late evening silence as he shouted the warning and the gang pelted from the ammunition store. It had been months since the zombie apocolypse had begun. Probably. None of them remembered, at least not exactly, how long it had been going on. Only Logan had an idea and that idea was that he was fairly sure it was October.

Roman swallowed. Code purple, code purple, code purple, his mind screamed at him. Code purple, one small voice in the back of his head sighed happily.

Janus cocked his gun with the latest ammunition and the half-zombie pressed his back against his boyfriends', Remus. Janus had nearly been turned a few months in, when he tripped but the zombie that was biting him was killed before the virus could properly spread.

See, that was something they had found out. The zombie transformation won't complete itself if the zombie turning is killed or lets go of its' victim mid-turn. They'll be stuck in a half zombie form, greenish skin by the bite and human limbs everywhere else. Logan had found it ncredibly curious. But that wasn't the point at the moment.

Patton bared his fists, biting his bottom lip and Roman pulled out a sword they had stolen from a mueseum when Roman's' weapons 'mysteriously' vanished overnight, thanks to a certain zombie that stalked them wherever they went.

Code purple was always caused by one zombie in particular. One in a purple patch-work jacket and had obviously been an emo when he was alive. None of the gang recognised him, but he was just always there. No matter how many states they crossed, or which aparmtent they hid in, the zombie would always be there.

They had tried to kill it multiple times. Jesus, when they were in Queens, they set the city on fire to escape the zombie but he showed up a week later. Although, the complete destruction of Queens had achieved one thing, and that was the zombie didn't get as close as he used to.

Code purple popped up in the door of the ammuntions shop, watching the gang. Janus raised his gun carefully but he didn't fire. None of them wanted to kill the zombies, especially if they could find a cure.

"Get back," Janus whispered threateningly, aiming through the scope, but the zombie nly took a step forward as the group stepped back.

It's' big brown eyes trailed across them all until it saw Roman. Then it watched him. It didn't move, it didn't blink. It just watched. Just as the zombie took a step forwards, Janus fired at it's' feet and code purple scampered back as the gunshot eched in the dead streets of Florida. Tha gang bolted.

"What was that?!" Shouted Roman as groans started to arise from dark alleyways and buildings.

"It spooked me!" Janus defended, skidding around a corner. "I didn't mean to, it just moved!"

"Why can't it leave us alone?" Wailed Patton, holding his hands above his head as zombies in the houses they ran past tried throwing their limbs at them. "Why does it keep following us?"

Remus's' eyes shone evilly. He was the only one out of them all who seemed entertained by the zombie stalker. "Maybe it wants to eat us! One by one, until we're all gone!"

"Not the time, Rem," Logan scolded, pulling out a baseball bat. Right now, we need to get somewhere safe and barricade ourselves until the zombies forget we're here!"

"What code purple?" Roman asked, shooting a glare over his shoulder. He nearly had a heartattack when he made eye contact with the zombie, who was at the end of the street they were running down. "You think it's a good idea to bring that straight back to where we're staying?!"

Logan glanced back too, narrowing his eyes at the shuffling zombie. "It's code purple or zombie horde trying to tear us apart!"

~{'0'}~

The place that gang had been staying in was a second-floor apartment, but they had had to get further up thanks to Janus accidentally pulling the trigger. So, they now were cooped up in an apartment on the fourth floor which, much to Logan's' delight, still had electricity and Wi-Fi. He tapped away on an old, battered I-Phone.

"Thomas knows what's happened, he'll be in the campervan," He announced to the group, breaking the gentle hum of silence.

Patton nodded dumbly, readjusting the thick bandages on his knuckles. "That's good. I'm guessing we leave at dawn?"

Logan returned Patton's' gesture curtly. "Of course. Now we know that Purple's' managed to get here, we can't stay long."

"What does it matter?" Roman projected, standing up, off the couch and walking over to a window jammed open, ignoring the eyes following him as he slumped over and stuck the upper half of his torso out of the window. "It'll find us again and again and we don't even know what it wants."

Janus tightened his fists. "It probably wants me."

Remus frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Think about it," Sighed the half-zombie. "I'm always the one who gets the most attention from zombies because I'm not fully turned. It's probably trying to turn me too."

His boyfriend narrowed his eyes. "Well, if it tries to, Jan, I'll break in it's' skull."

Patton swallowed. "I don't want it to die... It's gotta be human somewhere."

"Come on, Pat, do you really think..."

That was when Roman tuned out the conversation, staring down wide eyed into a window opposite them, the floor below. Big, dead, brown eyes, dark, black hair and greenish, greying skin. A heavy, purple patchwork jacket, a MCR shirt, and sloppy movements as the zombie jumped back upon being seen.

Roman also jumped away from the window, so fast that he nearly fell out when he smack the back of his head on the glass. He stumbled back inside, wide eyed, everyone watching him as he recovered his breath.

"Everything alright, Roman?" Logan asked.

The scared man shook his head. He tried to form a word while regaining his breath, but only managed to stammer oute, 'Code,' several times.

Eventually, Pattont took a wild guess. "Code purple?"

Roman nodded and Logan groaned loudly. "For fucks' sake, I'm gonna put a bullet in it's head myself. Roman, you gotta stay on watch, we'll find something to board that window up with."

Roman nodded again, recovered from the fright, and quickly went back to the window, swinging his head out into the night air and glaring down at the big, brown eyes staring back up. This was the first time had had surprisingly managed to get a look at Purple. The zombie had a male body but Roman didn't want to assume pronouns, even if whoever it was was dead. Roman tilted his head and Purple mimicked the gesture, then stuck out a surprisingly pink tongue. The human blinked in awe and the zombie slouched on it's' window sill, looking up at Roman as the glare left Roman's' face.

There was something about it that Roman had never noticed before. It's' eyes weren't dead, there was intelligence in there. The human gaped and was about to say something when he eard Logan coming back. Roman turned to his friend, wiggling out of the window.

"It's still there," He began but suddenly watched his friend hurl a large rock out of the window in the direction of Purple. The zombie made an odd, animal-like noise, jolting out of the way and out of sight. A small bubble of rage filled Roman. "What was that?!"

"A quieter way to scare it off then shooting at it and it seems to have worked," Logan frowned. "What's up with you?"

Roman gestured madly. "You just threw a rock at him!"

His nerdy friend arched an eyebrow coldly. "Him?"

"I-I dunno, it's got a male body, so-"

"Roman, it's a zombie. Zombies aren't human."

By now, the others had shown up, holding planks of wood in their arms and cuppng nails in their hands. Roman pointed to Janus. "What about J?"

"Janus isn't a zombie, Roman, he's only half-zombie and he functions perfectly fine without the urge to kill things. Purple, however," A hatefull gaze filled Logan's' eyes, "Is a zombie. I will not have you beginning to sympathise with it anymore. Maybe if it lives through this ordeal and we can cure it, we can try to empathise with it. But not today. So don't even start." He jabbed a finger into Roman's' chest at the last sentence and marched back. Roman glared too but his anger was fleeting slightly. Logan was right and he had a very understandable view on zombies.

The gangs' unelected leader had been in the middle of a graduation speech when zombies burst into the halls and he had watched his friends, teachers and family be turned or run. No one else in the gang had seen a zombie horde in full swing. Probably a good thing. Roman looked once more back into the window Purple had been in, to see a small flash of purple patchwork until Remus moved over with a wooden board, blocking his view. The rest of the night was spent quietly hammering in the boards, awkwardly avoiding any conversation about Purple and trying to sleep.