"Peter we gotta move!" Ryan busted though the splintered wood door and sprayed bullets though the other side. The Uzi rumbled in his hands as blood of the inflected splashed on his face. The inflected fell in front of him as he reloaded tossing the empty to the ground and grabbing another from the front pocket of his red sweatshirt he shoved it into the bottom of the gun. turning he saw his brother stumble down the hallway firing his own Uzi behind him. The inflected horde screamed after him as they trampled over the bodies of their fellow zombies. Peter ran though the door followed by Ryan who slammed the door behind him. The zombies smashed though the door with an extreme amount of force and slammed it off its hinges. They continued to pursue their prey.

"Damn it." Peter yelled out to his brother. The two brothers continued ducking into another hallway a red door was at the end of the dark hallway which was littered with worthless junk. The brother sprinted for their life running as hard as humanly possible. Peter was faster then Ryan and took the lead he reached the door and pushed it open. Ryan slid in through the portal underneath Peter's feet. Peter gave one more spread of bullets into the wave of zombies before slamming the door shut and smiling as the infected tried to open the door.

"You like that." Peter yelled at the horde blood pounding in his ears. He took hold of his Uzi once again and fired though the red bars of the door sending sparks flying as the bullets skimmed the iron. The horde screamed in rage in their futile attempts to break down the door while the bullets pierced their flesh. The infected wave stopped and sprinted away from the door running into nearby rooms. Peter turned around, breathing heavily. The bright room hurt his eyes. Ryan was sitting in the corner of the room cleaning his gun.

"We showed them." Peter said to Ryan who was now proceeding to reassemble the weapon.

"Just like back in the day," Ryan said with a smile on his face.

"The only difference is that terrorists aren't trying to eat you alive." Peter replied. Ryan said nothing else but continue to tend to his weapon. Peter felt for his brother he could barely believe that it had only been two days since infection. Ryan had lost his wife Molly to the horde. She wasn't immune to the disease and turned. Peter went to Ryan's house to see if he was alright. He found his brother struggling to get his wife off the ground and tears were streaming off his face. Molly's skin was turning lighter and lighter her eyes were white. Her beautiful blond hair was starting to darken. Peter recalled the last words that Molly had said. She whispered "save me," it was only seconds in till her eyes closed and opened again. Peter watched in horror as Molly lunged at Ryan's stomach and tried to rip his flesh away with her teeth. He then saw Ryan still crying grab his wife by the hair turn he around and break her neck. She slumped to the ground. Ryan fell to the ground too crying and screaming and cursing God for what he had done to us. The population turned to animals bred to hunt and kill. Peter still could not believe that the infection was real, he kept trying to tell himself it was a nightmare. Peter continued to look at his brother still in the corner silent and solemn. He went over to him and sat by him.

"Hey man you know it wasn't your fault." Peter said compassionately. Ryan didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on the wall in deep thought. "Don't blame yourself, she would have wanted you to." he paused "you know."

"Yea," Ryan said "your right." He got up and started to walk over to the wall which had been written on by other survivors trying to escape just like Ryan and Peter. A certain paragraph caught Ryan's eye, it read.

R.I.P

James and Charlie Branston

03-08

To my sweet little boys James and Charlie. God took you earlier than any of us could have imagined. I hope that you are with him right now. It is hard to say this but your father and I love you very much. James i will never forget your beautiful personality and creativity you will always be my sweet little boy. Charlie you are forgiving and your kindness has stretched farther than any of us. You will always be the light of our family. You two have the most beautiful blue eyes like diamonds and you were very precious to us.

We love our boys and always will.

Love Forever, Mom+Dad

A tear formed in the corner of Ryan's eye. It fell to the floor and made a small drip. Ryan looked down to where the tear had fell. a small plush blue dinosaur lay on the floor. Ryan picked it up and looked at it more closely. It was dirty and torn. On it's side their was a little streak of blood. Ryan licked his thumb and smeared the blood away gently placing it back on the floor. The infection had brought nothing but pain and suffering to the whole human race.