It has been three months since the apocalypse had started. But me and my family made it, we survived while the rest of the world went to hell around us. There was only me, my sister Kayla who was going to be a marine. And my parents.

We lived in Avery county, with no major cities surrounding us. But there were a few neighbors, some died and some left. But we stayed, and made a home there. When the dead started walking we were pretty isolated. So we didn't really have to worry about them, and it gave us major time.

We were able to take the cow fields electric fences and surround our house, and isolate a spot for the animals. We also found some solar panels, and was able to get our electricity going again. And we ran the fences off of the generators at the neighbors house. We were also able to save most of the cows along with my sister's two horses. And believe it or not my shih tzu and three cats survived as well with my rabbit who was kept in a large cage outside. We also set aside a place outside to growgrow fruits and vegetables.

In three months time we were able to scrounge up a lot of gas, bullets, guns, weapons, food you name it. And with the river in front of the house, we had endless clean water.

We had everything we needed, and we had each other. And for one moment everything was perfect.

And then that moment ended.

It was late one night when I had just finished my walk around the fence, to push off any dead that got caught in the fence. Kayla had offered to come with me, but I told it was fine and that I could handle it alone. But I didn't go alone, I took our dog jack with me.

"Doesn't look like there are any walkers around huh jack? Maybe if its clear tomorrow me, you and Kayla could head over to the Indian cliffs and go for a swim." I say while looking down at jack. "How's that sound bud?" He just gives me one of his snorts, and starts to sniff a patch of weeds.

I stopped to wait for him, and my gaze wandered over to the house. A smile found its way onto my lips, as I thought I was the luckiest person in the world to still have my whole family. "You know jack don't get me wrong, I'm glad we're all together..." Then my smile faltered and my gaze moved to the bridge.

"But don't you ever wonder what it would be like to leave, I mean there has to be other people out there that have this figured out better than us. Safety in numbers remember. Right?" But in response to my question I hear jack growling.

I look over at him and see him growling at the fence. I then hear over jacks growls, the moans. In the darkness the shadows of the walkers become clear. "Jack shut up, or they'll hear you." Once I said this he grew quiet. I reached to the holster on my waist and grabbed my hunting knife. My dad got it for me before this started.

I walked to the fences small wooden gate and opened it, walking in I locked it behind me to prevent them getting in. As I walked closer I notices one of them just standing there, while the other two kept getting closer to the other one. "That's weird..." But when I spoke the figure not moving looked back at me, and my heart stopped.

It wasn't a walker, it was a man. And before I had the chance to say anything one of the walkers lunged at the man. He stood there struggling with the thing, while I tried tritries to get a clear shot on it without hitting the man. But as I went to swing the other walker tackled me to the ground.

When I hit the ground my knife turned at a bad angle and cut a gash on my arm. The walker then started to try and bite me. I brought my hands and started to push on its shoulders. "GET THE FUCK OFF!" I screamed in frustration, starting to feel my arms tremble in exhaustion. I knew it was only a matter of time before my arms gave out. Either the walker would get me or the blood loss would.

In the background I could hear jack barking and growling. And that man struggling with the other walker. I might have been seeing things when I saw the porch come on and saw people coming off the porch. Just as I was about to pass out, I felt the walkers weight pulled off of me.

I looked over to my side where the walker fell, and saw as the monster was piked by my knife. I looked up to see the man from before as he crouched down beside me. And that's when I felt him lift me up into his arms. "Who...are you?" I muttered struggling to keep my open as we headed back to the gate. On the other side of the fence I saw my family, with Kayla pointing a gun in our direction.

"Carver sweetie, is that your family?" The man says and I nod. I look and see that the gate was already open as we approached, and that's when I heard yelling. "Who the fuck are you!?" My dad is yelling, and I hear Kayla saying "What did you do to her?!"

"Nothing, but she got cut on that knife of hers. She's bleeding out." Carver says as I bury my head in his chest trying to block out all their voices. Everything was blurry and everyone's voices were incomprehensible slurs.

The last thing I remember is hearing my dad saying 'this way' and being carried off towards the house before I blacked out in that strangers arms.