So a little bit of a Hunger Games twist in this chapter. Nothing M rated yet but it will happen later. I will be making fun of the closeness of Katniss and Prim from the Hunger Games only it will be Wichita (Christa) and Little Rock (Abby) in their place. Tell me what you think!

The year is 2068. The world is not what it used to be, not since the infection. It was called Z Day. Hordes of infected took over major cities, the world governments did everything they could to control and sustain the virus from spreading but it didn't do much good.

Many were killed, some times people had to fend for themselves. Other problems began to occur including famine, animals were dying and it was getting harder to grow crops; the air was becoming more polluted. The government had a plan, something that could keep people's spirits high as the world around them died. It was called The Zombie Games.

Christa hadn't seen her sister for four months, not since her father's funeral. She wanted to get away for a while, even though she felt guilty, she was the one who killed him after all. Being an asshole was one thing, getting infected and trying to eat Abigail and her mother was another; at least they were in safe hands when she left, their quarantine sector was the most secure out of any in Texas, even though there were a few incidents. Everyone was a well trained shooter, many gun nuts but at least they for the most part knew what they were doing. Christa herself was a natural including her younger step sister. She remembered when she was about 12 being accustomed to the 12 Guage.

Abigail was short, always had been with that cute face, teeth that stuck out and her long brown hair that went past her waist. She was upset about her father's passing but it wasn't like it was her blood, Christa was the one who had to live with it.

She arrived at the chain gate, two guards with breathing masks and machine guns asked for ID. She pulled out her wallet and flashed her license that had actually been expired for quite some time now; it wasn't like people cared about shit like rules of the road anymore, it was like Mad Max out there, most people didn't own a car, they gave that up after finding shelter with groups they could trust. The fact that she was dressed in black and carried a shotgun on her back didn't raise any red flags either.

The gate opened up for her, people noticed her while they were going about their business. A large man, very muscular arms approached her. "You're back."

"Hello to you too, Buck."

"Camille doesn't want to see you."

"She doesn't have to, I just want to see Abby." She walked past him, he followed her to the house that was once her home.

"She's nervous about tomorrow."

"I know, I was too when I turned 18."

"There's something else", he began as she was on the front steps, "She's grown up a lot since you've been gone."

Christa knew how mature Abby could be, still innocent , she probably had to grow up pretty fast after what happened that day. "She's strong. I know."

"You'll see", he laughed. He watched her turn the doorknob, "Hey, Christa, I thought maybe you became a stripper."

She laughed at his smart ass remark, "Yeah I'm sure you did."

She walked inside. The house was fairly clean, not much had changed, she just hoped Abby didn't take over her room. "Abby, are you home?" She didn't hear her come up behind her. Abby had her hands around Christa's stomach. She could feel her head resting on her back. Christa turned around and faced this beautiful young woman with blonde hair.

"Christa!", she smiled wide, those same teeth sticking out.

"Abby!?", she looked her over in amazement and brought her in for a tight hug.

"I can't believe it's really you!"

"Me? I hardly recognized you!" She felt something, something soft yet massive separating the two and it was under Abby's flannel shirt. "Abby, what are you hiding?" She took a step back and noticed her chest. Abby had come of age, she was a late bloomer but she was a curvy little thing.

"I have to wear everything baggy now so people don't notice."

"Abby, you filled out, if I had a bod like yours I would be showing it off!"

Abby continued to smile, she opened her shirt to show the push up bra she was wearing, "I needed to buy all new boulder holders."

Christa couldn't believe this, she had grown up so much, "You look great..", Christa noticed their mother's room, the door closed.

Abby's mood changed instantly, "She hardly comes out anymore. It's been really hard on her."

"She makes you do everything?", Christa was furious, she went knocked on the door.

"Christa! No, please!"

"She's just feeling sorry for herself now, Abby!"

"Just...just come with me for a minute." She held onto Christa's hand and led her outside in their backyard.

They sat on the porch swing, quiet for a few minutes to let Christa cool down. She grabbed hold of Abby's shirt, undid the bottom buttons and tied it tight so it was easier to tell how busty she was. "And if you really want to impress people", she undid some top buttons to show off some cleavage.

"Christa, I can't walk around looking like this."

"You already bought a pushup bra, I think you're asking for the attention."

"Maybe I'll put on mascara and look like you", she laughed at her racoon eyes.

"Have you been dating anyone yet?"

"No."

"Done any...", Christa flexed her eyebrows to make sure she knew what she was getting at.

Abby slapped her arm, "No!", she exclaimed while trying not to laugh.

"I have to ask these things. I need to know that you're being smart."

"Well you don't need to worry."

"I'll always worry."

"Tomorrow..."

"Nothing is going to happen to you."

"What if they do call my name?"

"I will never leave your side." She looked her in the eye while holding her hands. Abby was still scared but she smiled. Christa changed the subject, she knew Abby had questions about where she went and if she hooked up with any guys on the road.

It was the day of the 12th annual Zombie Games. Christa held on tight to Abby's hand as they approached the large group of civilians. The announcer on stage welcomed all the grim faces. Everyone wanted this to be over with. She was to choose one boy and one girl's name out of the two bowls with names. Christa could see how intense Abby was.

"Abigail Stevens!"

Everyone was shocked, Abby was devasted, her worst nightmare come true. Christa felt their hands being pulled apart. Two armed guards were pulling on her. "Christa!", she called out, "Christa!"

Christa watched helplessly as her young sister was forced on stage. Christa yelled as loud as she could for them to stop, "Wait! I volunteer! !"

No slash in this chapter but it will happen gradually. Please review!