A/N- This is just a little idea I came up with while watching the Walking Dead (the greatest show ever) and I thought I'd bring you guys something a bit different from what I usually write. It's mostly rated M for language and mild gore, but there'll probably be lemons too. Here goes nothing.
Disclaimer- I do not own the Mortal Instruments series or any of its characters. The amazing Cassandra Clare does.

P.S. – I'm not sure if this'll be alternating POV's or all Alec's POV like my other story… I'll have to think about it.

They all said it started in a college auditorium. According to the stories everyone told before their brains rotted from the inside out, it was one person who started the whole plague. One college student who'd had the infortune to come across a wild animal in the middle of the road. Like any person who was horrendously late for something important, he hit it with his front bumper and promptly ran over the poor creature.

Now this kid was a total animal rights guy. He was all PETA and veganism every second of every day so he stepped out of his hybrid car and checked it out. This supposed animal, creature, thing was dead but not dead. It had been infected with… something. No one knows why and no one knows what gave it the infection but in a few months no one cared because no one could.

Scientists found that the animal's brain was almost melted. Never had anyone seen that before so of course they didn't know what to do. Their only answer was that it'd gotten a fever so intense its brain had nearly turned to mush, like scrambled eggs. But the only way for that to be possible was for its temperature to be higher than 110 degrees Fahrenheit and nothing could survive a fever like that. It didn't make any sense.

But this innocent boy, who'd never done a bad thing in his life, was bitten by the dead/undead thing and thought nothing of it. He just scooped up the disjointed body and set it in the woods, assuming it was still one hundred percent alive. Something happened to him on his way to his college, but again no one knows exactly. They had theories, and yet all of them seemed to have a hole, have something missing from them that would've explained everything.

By the time he'd actually arrived at his college, he was dazed, confused, and craving human flesh. The stories say he was dragging his feet slowly across the auditorium floor, trying to make words with his mouth but having only groans come out. His skin was unnaturally pale and his cells had started dying so there were sores and scabs all over him. His mouth was hanging open, saliva and blood dripping down his chin. They'd later find out that he'd bitten himself in his haste to find blood.

No one in that room knew what was wrong with him, and his girlfriend tried to convince him to go to a hospital. She was bitten and not an hour later she was exactly like him. They say the professor was astounded and tried to examine him even though everyone was trying to tell him otherwise. Bitten. His parents tried to get an exorcist, fearing he was being possessed by a demon. Along with the priest, they were bitten as well.

Some people don't believe that's how it happened at all, that it was a message from God or Satan that this was how human beings were destined to end- killing each other until they're extinct. But I know the stories are as true as the infection itself.

I was in that auditorium. I witnessed the first three infections of the so-called apocalypse. I clearly remember telling the young man's girlfriend, Emily, that she should really go to a hospital after he bit her. Emily was so shocked by what he'd become that when she finally decided to go it was much too late for her.

As soon as that went down, I got my shit and hauled ass to my family's house, hoping nothing had happened to them. At first, I was relieved to see my parents and youngest brother were still alive and well… my other two siblings however, Jace and Isabelle, were both at different colleges. I called them a lot but eventually all cell phone lines went down. The bloodthirsty zombies destroyed the majority of the country and I lost all connection with my siblings.

My parents became infected too, someone at their work had the disease and that was the end for them. They came home with fevers and headaches and by the next morning they were trying to kill my brother and I. There was nothing I could do, I tried locking them up and keeping them away from Max but it didn't work so well. I ended up having to shoot them in the head.

Then it was just my brother and I. Completely alone with minimal amounts of communication to anyone, little protection from the disease, and hardly any food. So I stocked up on all of the weapons and nonperishables I could find, grabbed my brother, and took off.

Somehow, we made it through the biggest sweep of the plague, listening to the radio for any information. Like the cell phones, the radio was cut off soon and we could only get a few stations depending on what town we were in.

We lived in New York, the busiest city ever, and it was completely deserted. There were undead everywhere, grazing on the festering bodies of those who took their own lives or didn't survive the fever. It was hard to keep Max's eyes away from everything so I had to tell him about it all. He cried for days after that. I couldn't comfort him while I was trying to keep him away from all of them but I managed to keep him out of trouble.

At one point, before we were all doomed, that tiny flame of hope Max and I had been holding on to flared up again. Every person who'd every studied biology, chemistry, medicine, anything came together and found a 'cure.' It was almost the same thing they used for small pox but stronger. Thing is, this brain melting disease, changed and remade itself to be immune to whatever 'cure' doctors were giving people. All it did was slow it down, so instead of your brain melting in just an hour, it took three days and was more agonizing. Three days of a fever, an extreme migraine, and horrible nausea. That didn't sound like a cure to me.

After a few weeks, it was obvious that if Max and I tried to stay in New York, we would become one of the scramblers, at least that's what I called them but only because when you shot them in the head their eggy brains scrambled everywhere. It was quite a mess… The image of my parents' heads with a light red gel-like substance leaking out of them was still too disturbing to think about.

Max and I were always in a car or a grocery store, as those were the two safest places we could be. Grocery stores or super Wal-Marts were filled with anything we needed, including ammunition and gas, but I had to lock Max up in the car while I scoped it out to make sure there were no scramblers around. Once I knew it was safe I'd take him in with me. Food was of great importance and I didn't like wasting time for things that wouldn't keep us healthy, however Max was smart enough and fast enough that it didn't matter what he ate. I always let him get some type of candy so at least he could have something that felt a little normal.

It's a pretty ironic, really. Everyone would watch post-apocalyptic movies on zombies or plagues or natural disasters and wave it off as something that could never happen to humans nowadays. But people fail to realize that we are not the be all end all of civilization. I bet the Neanderthals thought they wouldn't die either and look what happened to them. We always think that we're some sort of invincible species… and we're always wrong.

A/N- Don't worry we're going to meet Magnus soon ^_^ and I think it'll be all Alec POV, what do you all think? Also, will you pretty please review for me? When I asked what I should write I got lots of comments like 'ZOMBIE ZOMBIE ZOMBIE' so hopefully this exceeded expectations or was at least almost where you want it to be. I'm not used to writing post-apocalyptic things.
-Ella, who loves her mother for coming up with 'scramblers.'