Frank West discovers the unconscious body of Rizzo Dawson and her daughter Sarah in the North Mall. Will Frank be able find and stop the people who were going to experiment and are testing on other survivors? And will Rizzo's girly charms somewhat seduce the big shot, Frank West? Or will it all go horribly wrong?

Chapter One: Survivors

"Hello! Hello, please help!" Spinning full circle, kicking and pushing away the hoard of zombies away with the rotted crow bar, I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. A little girl somewhere was screaming for help. "Help! Please, my mummy!" Finally I saw her, hidden behind the till of the jewellery store.

"I'm coming kid. I'm coming!" Smashing my way through the group, grunting with every swing of the crow bar, I drew closer and closer to her. Swinging the bar time and time again, the groans of the never ending zombies seemed louder than ever. Giving one last swing, I leaped over the till counter, just missing from jumping on the body on the ground.

The girl cowered over the body, her face tear stained and her eyes red from crying.

"Mummy felly over and she won't wake up." She was British. Looking down at the mother, I was taken aback.

She was tall and slender with short, spiky brown hair; her skin was pale under her dark blood stained clothes. She wore nothing more than a dark black leather fitted leggings, a sleeveless black tube top with a matching pair of heavy boots. Her dark eye make up was smudged and faded, but the thick eye shadow only exaggerated her heart shaped face and smooth skin. Across her cheek was a scrape, and above and around her right eye was a red bruise; dried blood sat around her lips and nostrils. A pattern of bruises ran up her arms, the skin around her ear and neck black and blue. She didn't fall. She was beaten.

The girl was utterly different in appearance; her hair was a long and a deep shade of gold, freckles across her tanned face and had the biggest bluest eyes I'd ever seen on anyone. She was small in height, probably no older than 8 or 9 years old. She was wrapped up in a pink hooded sweater, blue jeans and white trainers. Looking back up at her, I nodded and smiled.

"Its okay, kiddo. Mommy's going to be okay, she'll be alright." I smiled weakly, looking down at the blood on her clothes and the bruises across her face, before looking back at the dead cannibals trying their hardest to climb to us but failing pathetically.

Leaning over the woman I looked back at the girl. "I'm going to need you to trust me, sweetie. I'm going to take you somewhere safe, okay?" She nodded, her teary eyes focusing on me. "What's your name, kid?"

"Sarah." Her voice was a simple whisper.

"Alright. Sarah, I'm Frank. I'll take you somewhere safe and there's a cop there who will help your mom. Okay? Alright."

Lifting the woman's unconscious body, I held her across my chest, my hands holding firmly to her under her arms and legs. Looking back down at the girl, I told her to hook her hand to the belt of my jeans. "Hold tightly and don't let go! Its not far, just hold tight."

Kicking open the door to the till, I felt her small hand grab at my belt as the zombies groaned and wailed in endless hunger. It wasn't the first time I'd had to carry someone back to the Safe House, but having a kid latch on to my belt was something new. I could gradually feel her grip loosening on my belt as I kicked away the dead. They grabbed and snatched at me, their weak grip trying to pull me down but failing miserably. We were just a few yards from the door, and her grip loosened. Spinning round she was gone - she wasn't behind me.

"Sarah? Sarah!" The sudden sound of a door opening was ahead and looking up, I saw her at the door to the safe house. She knew exactly where I was going. "Keep going, Sarah. To the end of the hall!"

Following behind her, I looked down at her mother as I slammed the door behind me. We were safe in the walkway, out of sight of the monsters.

Leading Sarah down the hall once I had caught up with her, my run had slowed down to a smooth walk; I couldn't help but notice the anxiousness growing in her eyes. "Hey, its okay."

"But mummy really hurt her head when she fell."

"She'll be okay, Sarah. I have friends back here who will help her and make mommy better."