When The World Ends

A/N: For those that read my other story Picking up the Pieces, I am planning on continuing it. I just have hit a major writers block on the story. The back story was completely based on my life and one I got that out, I have had some difficulty figuring out where I want to take it. So for some reason I have gotten into a major zombie kick lately and have noticed that there are not a lot of zombie stories so I decided to write one. I don't know how often I will be updating. I have been writing this chapter alone for a week and mainly at work.

Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyers. I just make zombies roam her world.

BPOV

I still remember that day clearly. Like any normal Sunday I woke up and called my mom and Phil for our weekly chat. No one answered, but that was normal. They usually were always out doing something so I didn't think twice about it. I went downstairs and laughed. Charlie was trying to make scrambled eggs, but somehow managed to burn the bottom but leave the tops runny.

"Alright Dad. How about I make the eggs and you pour the juice." Give him something to do that does not include the stove, oven, toaster, or microwave is my motto.

"Stupid things. All I did was go get some coffee and they burnt. I think they are evil eggs. Got a mind of their own. Anyway, I was making breakfast cause I got called in. Apparently some weird stuff is going on. Just in case, I want you to say here."

"Uh-huh. Evil eggs. Funny. I'll stay home, not biggie. I just nee you to grab more eggs, sugar, and milk on your way home. I want to make a cake." With that Charlie was out of the door. I never saw him alive again.

I leaned back in my old computer chair, rubbing the back of my neck. How can something so horrible happen and spread so fast? A cure for AIDS. That's what they called it. It worked on rats so it will work on humans right? Too bad they didn't watch those rats close enough. As soon as they announced that it was human ready, people were lining out the door for the shot. The stupid this was, they didn't just do one small test area, they did every damn country, state, and city. The first couple of days the people that got the shot, while they were out and about, they looked sick. They all had high fevers, some went to the hospitals, most didn't. By the third day they were all dying. If you were in towns dead people were everywhere. They just all fell. The morgues were overrun in a couple of hours, so they started sectioning off floors of hospitals. Early morning on day four (we're talking 3 in the morning here) the dead started moving. Can you imagine being the first to notice this? To be honest, I would have crapped myself. By 7, while most of us were waking up on the Sunday morning, the dead were walking. Oh yeah, you can't forget the snacking on whoever was actually living at the time. They ate about half, while the other half were bitten. The ones that were eaten stayed dead, but the ones that were just bitten died but soon joined the living dead.

When Charlie wasn't home by 9 that night, I was really freaking out. After calling and leaving dozens of messages, I called the station. When on one answered I really freaked out. When I looked outside for the first time that day (hey don't judge me, the classic books drag me in and don't let go!) I saw nothing. No lights, no people, no cars, nothing. I walked over to the TV and turned in on. I went to the first news station I could find.

"This is Patricia reporting live from Seattle where total mayhem has broken out. No one knows for sure why the dead ones are up walking around, but the living citizens are being advised to stay indoors for you own protections. Some one should be ...Oh God! Run Max!" Max didn't turn off the camera and I sat there in shock watching Patricia from Mews Channel whatever being bit and eaten alive, her screams of pain and fear filing my house. Needless to say I didn't sleep that night. I quickly turned the TV off, locked all the doors and windows and pulled at he curtains closed. I quickly ran through the house, shutting off all the lights and ran to Charlies room. In his closet I grabbed his extra shotgun and all the shells I could find, silently thinking him for all the trips with im to the gun range.

I didn't hear anything that night and I was too scared to look out of the windows. I just sat there on my be frozen, worried about Charlie, about Mom and Phil. Wondering if I would have to survive this thing alone. When the sun started to rise, I dared to look outside. I was Charlie, standing in the yard with is back to me, looking around. I let my breath go, relieved that he was home. I quickly ran downstairs, and flung the door open.

"Dad! Oh thank God you are home! I was worri..." At that point Charlie turned around. He had a huge bite taken out of his cheek. His uniform was covered in blood. "Oh no Charlie." I sobbed aiming the shotgun at him. "Not you. I needed you!" Charlie started walking towards me, his eyes had a crazed look in them. "Just go Charlie. Please. I don't want to shoot you. Not my own father!" Charlie got closer and closer as I backed up. Soon I felt the side of the house at my back but Charlie was not stopping.

"I love you Charlie" and with that I shot my father, hitting him righ tin the heart. He fell backwards and I started sobbing. Did I really just have to shoot my own father? I dropped my head in my hands, crying. Knowing that I was now alone in the town when I heard grunts. My head flew up, jaw dropping in disbelief of what I was seeing. There was Charlie, standing back up and staring at me.

"Mother of God!" was all I could think to say as I quickly stood up. I aimed my gun at Charlie again and I shot him. This time his body too the impact in his stomach.

"For God's sake! When I shoot you, you stay down!" I quickly re-loaded the gun and this time I shot him in the head. With one last groan he fell, not moving. I stayed there for a minute making sure he wasn't getting back up before running back into the house. I slammed and bolted the door before collapsing on the floor.

"I just shot my father 3 times. It took me 3 shots to kill and already dead man. What the hell is going on here?" Before I could even respond to my own question, I heard more grunts and groans. I stood up and looked through the doors peep hole and slapped my hand over my mouth before any sound could come out. There were at least 15 of the dead/un-dead things all in my front yard! When I looked out earlier only Charlie had been there. Now I could see more of the people that I once knew. I saw Mike, Tyler, Eric, Lauren, Jessica, Angela, Mr. Banner from the school, Mrs. Cope from the library, even Waylen the town crazy. I quickly and quietly as possible crept back upstairs to Charlies closet. I had a feeling I was going to need all the guns and ammo that he had in there. As I opened the door, I had a hard time looking past all of the uniforms that were hanging there. They were all like the one he was waring when I killed him. Not wanting to break down yet, I roughly pushed them aside so I could kneel down at the back of his closet. I removed the false back and looked to see what I had to work with. The on thing that I can say about Charlie is that he was anal-retentive about his weapons. The 9mm were all lined up (there were 4 in total) and in front of them were about 6 boxes fo bullets. Next to that was a blank space where the shot gun and shells had been. Finally there was a rifle. In front of that was a silencer and 10 boxes of shells. I quickly grabbed everything and took it to my room . I quietly crept back downstairs, not wanting to alert those things outside, I grabbed charlies fishing knife and spare holster. I glanced outside and noticed that the number of those things had gone down. Not much but a couple had left. At least I hoped they did. I got back up to my room and grabbed my biology notebook. Guess I won't have to finish my homework! I grabbed a pen and began to write.

The Day the Earth Went Crazy

Things that should be dead are not.

Most, if not all of the town in infected

I just killed Charlie

I had to shoot Charlie 3 times, but he didn't re-die (is that even a word?) until the head shot.

More showed up after I shot him. Do they eat their own or was it the noise?

Grabbed all the guns in the house, plus a knife.

Need to check food

Need to fill stuff up with water. Who knows how long that will last.

Most important. DO NOT GET BIT!

After looking over my list, I decided to that I needed to take care of the food and water thing first. Creeping back downstairs, I clutched the shotgun, not wanting to test out any of my theories just yet. Thankfully the house was still clear. I quickly checked the pantries and found that we were stocked up on the canned veggies. We had some boxed of just add water mix which I am sure would come in handy. Noodles, spaghetti sauce, cereal, oatmeal, peanuts, salad dressing, rice, flour a little sugar, some soda, beer and some vodka and wine was also there. Opening the fridge I realized that not too much was there, the milk was almost empty, juice was only half full. We had no eggs, half a carton of butter and a little cheese. Opening the freezer, I hit pay dirt. Frozen pizzas were nice wouldn't last long. Sadly we had already made a huge dent in all the fish Charlie had caught. What had be beaming was all of the beef. Last week we had gotten our "cow". Yes, Charlie thought it would be a great idea and money saver to go online and buy an entire cow's worth of meat. I remember rolling my eyes at him when he ordered the damn thing. I had informed him that since he was buying a cow he needed to eat the fish in the freezer so we would have room. Steaks, ribs, shoulders, butts and stew meat was staring me in the face. I had no idea how long the electricity would be up and running so I decided that I was going to make stew with it and who knows what else. I also needed to be boiling water. Hell, by now all the blood ans nasty shit had hit the sewer and water system and no way in hell am I drinking that! Armed with a plan for food and water, I went back to my room to trade the shotgun for the rifle. I quickly screwed on the silencer and grabbed a box of the shells to try out my other theories. I pulled down the stairs that lead to the attic. After climbing up, I pulled an old trunk to the window, I slowly raised it enough to get the barrel out. Lining up my first shot I quietly pulled the trigger. Mike fell down in a heap. I waited for a minute and he never got back up. S head shots it is. As quickly as I could I took out the rest of them, only pausing to re-load. Once all of the dead things actually stayed dead, I pulled the barrel back in, shut the window, and waited. I sat in the attic for a hour waiting for more to come and none did. Well not I know head shots work, and noise attracts them. I went back downstairs switching the rifle for the shotgun and went to the kitchen. I pulled all of the meat out of the freezer to defrost it. I grabbed all of the pots and pans that I had and filled them up with water trying to decided what to do with all of the meat. I quickly decided that because I didn't know how long the electricity will be running I am going to make most of the meat into jerky. I grabbed the dehydrator and set the biggest pots that I had on to boil. I ran around the kitchen looking for the biggest liquid containers that we had to fill after the water was boiling. Once I grabbed the 2 water pitchers that we had I knew that that was not going to be enough. I needed something that I could seal to keep it somewhat safe and hopefully not evaporate it too quickly. That's when I realized that I was going to have to venture out into the town. Well, I was determined to survive or die trying. I have a feeling it's going to be the latter rather than the former.