A/N: First things first, I'm not a native English speaker so I apologize for any misuse of words or terrible grammar x:. This is my first attempt at writing so I would appreciate any sort of feedback and/or criticism. Also don't hesitate to be honest about my writing skills, as it will help me learn or well, in case its too awful stop writing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars or any of its characters.

It all started with reports of animal attacks, the incidents were spoken of in passing, and no one really bothered to pay attention to them. Why care about a poor bastard who should have known better than to mess with a wild animal. For a while there was all there is to it.

I was sitting in a café with my two best friends. The place was surprisingly packed for a Sunday morning, it was buzzing with fleeting conversations, faint music playing in the background.

We were discussing our plans for the evening, and by discussing I mean listening to Pru and Shana argue back and forth over dinner plans and which club to hit tonight. I blocked them out 5 minutes into the argument, knowing how stubborn they both are, it would take them another 25 minutes to finally settle on something.

I was playing with my phone. Listening to random bits of conversation from people around us, when something caught my attention, someone must have been watching or listening to the news. It was another report, allegedly another animal attack. I was brought back to the discussion at hand as Pru announced our final plans for later and then proceeded to talk about her most recent boy of interest. I was vaguely aware of what the newscaster was saying as I tried to participate in the conversation Shana and Pru were having. Had I not been listening to Pru go on and on about a guy named Patrick and Shana insisting that I should start dating, I would have registered the last few words that have been said in the news report. Those words would have me cancel my plans for tonight, run to the safety of my place, board all of the windows and block all of the doors.

Live. Cadavers.

Instead I was telling Shana for the tenth time that week that I am currently not interested in dating, which led to her explaining the "awesomeness" of one night stands and how I need to have fun every now and then.

We finally parted ways around noon with a final confirmation of meeting at my place at 7PM. As I stepped out of the café and into the sidewalk I was hit with specks of water, I glanced up at the sky trying to estimate how long it would take before the light rain would turn into a downpour and whether I'll be able to make it home before that occurs, as it was a good 20 minutes' walk from the café to my apartment complex.

My chest heaved as the door closed behind me, water dripped from my fingertips onto the floor, clothes heavy and a squashing sound came with every step I took. I stripped my clothes off by the door deciding that a shower would be a good idea after sprinting for 15minutes in the cold rain. After my shower I opted to make myself a sandwich and settled in front of the TV. As I was flipping through the channels another report came on, the news caster was talking about an epidemic in Japan, and soon it was followed by another, explaining how after years of research and failed experiments a scientist was able to bring back the dead, defying every code of ethics in science. However the success of his experiment was short lived as the undead Cadavers were not capable of making any sort of interaction and lacked the human characteristics, they were almost animalistic, out of control, violent, attacking the living.

Looking back, I think everyone knew what was going on, they simply just refused to believe that it was really happening. All the movies, shows, books and even games about the undead should have prepared us for the possibility that something this crazy would happen, or someone being crazy enough to make it happen.

I know the world ended that week, because all we had after is fear and the chaos that surrounds us.