So I am back with my second story. And maybe not just yet, but this WILL be a Clace story. Along with some Sizzy and Malec. Let me know what you think in the reviews!

Jace Herondale/Lightwood's life had been pretty normal so far. He had been adopted by the Lightwood's at the age of one, and grown up as a real member of the family alongside his brother Alec, who was one year older than him, his sister Isabelle, or Izzy, who was a year younger than him, and his younger brother Max, seven years younger than him.

Their parent's, Maryese and Robert Lightwood, were high ranked directors, who had become accustomed to leaving their children alone while they traveled once Alec turned fifthteen. It worked out fine for the kids, it helped them become independent. And when their parent's came back to their modest home in Brooklyn, they enjoyed tales of their adventures. The parents told of friends in far away places and fantastic road trips, all in their past. But coincadentally, this sculpted the children into people who took care of each other and could support themselves. And because of this, the Lightwood children would go to survive longer than most kids did when the epidemic hit. Otherwise known as the zombie apocalipse.

It started on the west coast, spreading by bites and death. The news anchors, on the final broadcasting of the news before power was cut all across the nation, explained that everyone carried the viris. A bite only speeded up the process. So basically if you werte killed or bitten, you turned into a zombie. It being that simple, the epidemic spread pretty quickly. And word of it spread even faster. And all the siblings, except for the youngest, came to the conclusion their parents were long gone. That was since they had been in Los Angelas when it first started.

Jace had taken to watching outside the window at the families fleeing the city. Leaving to a unknown destination. He didn't understand why they were running, it would reach anywhere within a few months. But if they wanted to risk their lives with the hope of surviving, it was fine with him. He would just be among the few resonable people in the city. That had been his plan, to stay put and wait until the most certain outcome rang out.

But his siblings opinions were with the rest of the people's, that they needed to leave.

"Where do you expect us to go?" he had started to say. "Where can we go that is better than our home."

And that had stopped them for a while, until one morning when Jace was re-reading his favorite book, The Hunger Games, Alec came into his room with a giant map of the east coast.

"Here we are," Alec said pointing to Brookland on the map, where a bright blue "X" was drawn. "And this is where we are going to go." He finished, motioning to a dark red "X" north of their town. "Remember the story Mom told us about. The one where she and Dad roadtriped to her friend Jocelyn's ranch place up north in Maine. I asked her where it was located and she was the one who marked it on this map. They live to the right of Lincoln. We can go there, because frankly anywhere is better than here. If the pattern maintained a steady increase the zombies should be here in about two or three days. And once they are in the city, Jace, we can't get out. Just because you are attached to this house we can't stay here. We have to think about Iz and Max here. And my decision is final. They are already packing, and I suggest you do the same because we are leaving at dawn."

"Well, I can't really argue with that." says Jace, putting down his book and standing up. "I'll start packing. That is since dawn is eight hours away. And, Alec, we are going to need weapons to defend ourselves."

"I never told you this, because Dad told me it was for me to know only, but underneath the floorboards of his closet he kept weapons for me to use is someone was breaking in. I've got a couple of daggers, guns, and suprisingly a whip. Don't really know what that last one is for, but maybe Iz will like it. But don't worry I've got that covered. And only pack the essentials, we don't need dead weight."

"I'm assuming we aren't walking." Jace said, hinting for an elaboration.

"No, they had taken Mom's car to the airport, so Dad's truck is still here, along with the jugs of gas he kept for emergencies. Bet he never expected it to come to use this way." Alec told him, getting up to leave Jace's room.

Once he left, Jace got to packing. After swiftly dupping out the contents of his school backpack, he put in his watch, two pairs of sterdy jeans, a short sleave t-shirt, and a warm fleece jacket. Then he put in his swiss army knife, which was a tenth birthday present from his father. He also added some underwear and socks, and an additional pair of shoes. Then a small bag of toiletries. Then lastly a solar powered compass/tracker tool. He was done, but as an after thought he put in his book, liking the comfort it gave him. Like maybe he wasn't packing up the last of what he would have of his childhood, to attempt surviving the zombie apocolypse, but instead going to chill at his friend's house. He put the bag on his shoulder, and walked out of his room, turning off the light and closing the door. He decided he would go and check on Max, a brother who he had been neglecting of the past few days of torture.

"Max?" he called tentively into his brothers room. He heard a muffled "You may enter" and opened the door. He took in the sight of the room. Max had put all his belongings on the floor, where he sat sorting through them. It mainly meant his magnas and clothes.

"Hello, Jace. Do you want to help me?" he asked, while sounding on the verge of tears. It was often that people forgot Max was only nine, since he acted more mature than anyone in his elementary school. But truely, he was a little boy, freshly haven lost his parents, deciding what to bring of his things and what to leave forever. And they had left him to do it on his own.

"Ofcourse bud. What are you taking so far?" asked Jace, getting down on the floor next to his brother.

Pointing to a small pile next to the door Max said, "That one. I want to pack my favorite clothes and my favorite magnas. And things to defend myself. But all I have for weapons so far is a girly nail filer Iz left in here a couple of weeks ago."

"Hey don't worry about protecting yourself. You have three older siblings who have already requested that job." Jace said, putting a little humor in his tone. "As for the rest, that sounds good. How about we go ahead and put your stuff in your backpack. Then we can go and get a little sleep. Okay?" With Max's approval, Jace put the belongings into the used knapsack of the younger boy, and after putting the unwanted items his closet, tucked Max into his bed. "I'll wake you up when we are leaving. Night Max." He then proceded to turn off the light and crack the door, a routine he had come far to acustomed to. And one that he would never do again.

He then went to Isabelle's room, and saw she had her sparkely dance bag stuffed to the maxamuim at the foot of the bed, and she was snoring underneath the covers. He quietly closed the door, and decided he needed to sleep some. He was assuming he would be having to drive some the following day. But he didn't want to go back to his room, instead he went into his parent's former room, and curled up at the end of it, much like he used to do in his childhood when he had a bad dream. And in the moments before sleep overtook him, he wished despretely it was only a bad dream.

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