Kaitlyn Jones groans, as she slams her hand down on the alarm clock, that seems to not be quiet. She flips the covers over her body, as she places her tiny feet onto the cold wood flooring below her, shivering slightly at the new found contact, she saunters over to her wardrobe, pulling out the regular sweats, and worn out t shirt. Before walking into her bathroom, tugging off the sleeping shirt she had been wearing, she tosses it into the laundry basket, the shirt hitting off the soft green walls before actually sliding into the basket. A yawn escapes her pink lips, as she then pulls off her basketball shorts, throwing them in the corner of the new bathroom. Sliding on her new clothes, she sighs in content, before grabbing a brush, and running it through her long blonde hair. The little streaks of brown standing out, she flips her head over, gathering her thick hair, tying it into a bun and leaving it atop of her head. She brushes her teeth, enjoying the mint taste replacing her nasty morning breath, before she grabs her books and heads out the door for another day of college.

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Kaitlyn sits down in the rickety old seats the college had supplied for them, hearing the soft murmurs of the new found disease that had been spreading, not only all over the school, but all around the nation, across the seas, everywhere. She rolls her blue eyes, thinking it was just some stupid rumor that the news had once again spread. The class becomes quiet, as the teacher speaks up, "Alright, you guys' know the drill, eyes on your own paper." She seems to give every student a glare before her eyes land on Kaitlyn, Ms. Balice smiles softly at the girl, Kaitlyn had always been her favorite student, she loved the fact that she was smart, and was not afraid to show it. Handing out the white test papers to each student, licking her index finger and thumb every now and then, just to get the right grip on the paper, Ms. Balice reaches her favorite student; Kaitlyn snatches the paper from the teachers hand, before averting her eyes to it, licking her bottom lip, she grabs the sharpened pencil beside her.

As Kaitlyn reaches down to write another answer with her perfect hand writing, she hears a vial noise. A groaning noise erupts from a fellow classmates lips'. Kaitlyn rolls her eyes knowing it was just one of the many immature boys in her history class, but boy was she wrong. The student lets out another low groan, Kaitlyn snaps her head back, a horrified expression easily making its way to her face. The boy that she had known as Jace lifts his head up, blood drips out of his mouth, trickling down his now-pale chin, then onto the wooden desk, his eyes a white color, he stands from his desk, as does Kaitlyn, grabbing her backpack as she does so. "What the hell?" She murmurs to herself, he walks towards the boy in front of him, almost as if he had forgotten how to use his body, he leaves his arms in front of him, walking with a limp. The rest of the class watches as the boy sinks his teeth into the students neck, blood spurting every which way, a gasp escapes her lips, as the rest of the class instantly stands up, watching their fellow classmate Jace feast on the innocent boy, they stand in shock, unsure of what to do. Thats when Kaitlyn's senses kick in, and she begins to move her legs, only to run into another Jace- like creature, she quickly dodges it, running into her old pickup, she puts the key in the ignition, before speeding off.

Kaitlyn arrives home, seeing more of the hideous creatures roaming aimlessly around the streets, she's quiet as she hops out of the car, and runs into her house, praying that her parents are okay. She runs into the kitchen, her mother stands so her back is facing Kaitlyn, her brown hair tossed, which was unusual for Kaitlyn's mother, she had always taken great pride in her hair, but in that moment, Kaitlyn didn't mind, she ran to her mother and embraced her, only to hear a much-to familiar groan in her ear. Kaitlyn's eyes widen, as she instantly lets go of her mother, just in time for her to turn around, chomping at Kaitlyn's flesh. Kaitlyn thinks fast, running over to the knife rack, she grabs the biggest and sharpest knife she could find, walking towards her mother, "I'm sorry." She whispers, before driving the knife deep into her mother's brain. Kaitlyn wasn't sure what these creatures were, they looked like something out of a movie, a horror one. Kaitlyn actually loved these creatures, they always gave her a good scare. But Kaitlyn likes them much more when they were in the movie.

Kaitlyn roams her house, desperately trying to find her father, which she does, only to see he is a hideous creature, his orange baseball cap sitting atop of his head, his usual black jeans ripped, blood splattered about them, she gasps, "I love you, daddy." She whispers before jabbing her father in his eye, the groaning subsides. Kaitlyn pulls out her IPhone, pulling out a radio app, "This disease is spreading, and it is spreading rapidly, we have no cure for it currently, please stay with your family." Kaitlyn scoffs, "What family?" She murmurs, fresh tears springing to her eyes. She turns off her phone, running up to her room, angrily wiping the tears that seemed not to stop falling away from her eyes. Grabbing a backpack, she packs clothes, food, and pictures of her and her family, several more tears making their way down her flushed cheeks, she grabs her father's gun, she passes the garbage can as she's walking out of the house, "Won't be needing this." She murmurs, tossing her phone into the trash, before saying a last goodbye and running out the door.

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Kaitlyn sighs, drumming her fingers impatiently on her steering wheel, seeing the road in front of her backed up with cars, hearing several beeps of cars, and cussing leaving from peoples' mouths. "C'mon, ya'll got to get movin'!" She hears a heavy southern accent, and snaps her head into the direction, "Merle, I don't need yer' yellin' right now." She rolls her eyes, "Rednecks." She mutters to herself, turning the radio on, listening to the several voices of the radio explaining what is happening. She closes her eyes, that just so happen to be red from crying, rubbing her temples, the people are describing the creatures as zombies. That's what she would call them, zombies. Never in a million years could Kaitlyn even think of something so bizarre to happening. She opens her eyes once more, frowning at the scene in front of her, dead bodies lay almost right next to her car, causing her to gag. Kaitlyn sees others getting out of their cars as she decides to do the same, standing awkwardly next to her large truck. She watches as families hug one-another, children crying holding onto their mother or father for dear life. She feels a soft tap on her shoulder, and instantly turns around, being her paranoid self.

She's met with big brown eyes, and scans over the man, his eyes matching his curly tousled chocolate brown hair. His nose that almost looks broken, but suits the man just fine, he sends her a crooked grin, as he sees she looks scared, "I'm deputy Shane Walsh." He sticks out his large hand, Kaitlyn keeps a stone face, sliding her petite hand into his, "Kaitlyn Jones."