A/N: Hi guys! I'm finally back and ready to get another story out there. I hope you all are ready for where this story takes us. Hope you all love it!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all of this. No infringement intended.

Inspired by The Walking Dead.

"Have you heard what they're saying about the people in New York?" My sister Leah asked, I shook my head, picking up my niece.

"No, what is it?" I sat back down on the couch, while settling Gracie on my lap.

"The dead are rising or something."

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

"Some guy went to the hospital because of an illness. I kept trying to figure out what was happening but all I could find was he was dead and came back almost an hour later. Everything was taken off of the Internet two days ago, and I haven't heard anything else since."

I rocked the little girl on my knees, kissing the top of her head.

"So, why is this a big deal?" I asked.

Leah shrugged her shoulders. "I just have a bad feeling."

The front door opened and we both turned to see Sam, Leah's husband walking in. His face lit up when he spotted his two girls.

"Hi, Sam." I said handing him over his precious little daughter. She squealed and clapped her hands in excitement.

"Hey, baby." Sam said, leaning over to peck my sister on the lips.

Leah had met Sam when they were in high school, they dated all throughout but split during their senior year. It wasn't until they had both graduated from college that they found one another again. Leah had been driving in the city when she was hit by another car, the officer who had stopped to help was none other than Sam. He drove her to the hospital to get a couple stitches in her arm from broken glass and never left her side again.

Leah was five years older than I. Helping our father raise me after my mother left us. Charlie, our father, was the chief of police in Seattle while we grew up. He was busy most of the time so Leah took over dinner and helping me with my homework.

After Charlie was shot in the line of duty, he decided to retire. He stepped down and has coached high school baseball ever since.

"How was work today?" I asked Sam as he slipped out of his shoes and let Gracie down to play.

"The same. Busted some people for speeding. The wild life of a cop," he said sarcastically. I laughed and Leah rolled her eyes. "How about you?"

I shrugged, "I only got thrown up on once so I guess you could call it a good day." Both Sam and Leah laughed not realizing that I was being serious.

After I graduated from high school, I got into the nursing program and have worked as a nurse for the past five years.

"Auntie Bella, pway wif me!" Gracie held her arms up and I lifted her into the air. Her contagious giggles filled the room and I couldn't help but give her a little squeeze.

"What do you wanna play-"

The front door banged open and Charlie stood in the front door with a look on his face. A look that I've never seen before.

"Dad?" Leah asked stepping forward. He walked into the room and slammed the door shut, flicking the locks into place behind him.

"Dad?" she asked again, placing a hand on his arm. His eyes flicked to hers before pulling her into a hug.

"What's going on?" I asked, passing Gracie over to Sam, and then walking forward to grab my fathers hands and forcing him down in the chair.

"Sam." my dad said, Sam walked closer beginning to look worried.

"What's happening Charlie?"

My fathers eyes flickered between all of us.

"Leah, you know how you told me about the thing that happened in New York?" my father asked, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

"Yes?"

"Something's happening. I don't know what, but there's something they aren't telling us."

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Leah asked.

"I was heading to the diner to grab some grub because you know I can't cook worth shit. And there was old Mrs. Body on the side of the road, but she was kneeling on the ground hunched over something. I stopped, thinking maybe she was hurt and needed help. I've- I've never seen anything like it..." he trailed off, his face turning an ashen grey.

"What was it, Charlie?" Sam asked, grabbing his phone from his coat pocket.

"She was hunched over a person. Eating them," Leah gasped loudly, Sam dialed a number on his phone, and I stood there in shock. "I think she heard me or something when I got out of my car, because she kind of stood up and turned to look at me, it wasn't her anymore. She looked dead. And when she started walking towards me, I hopped in my car and sped out of there as fast as I could."

My legs were trembling and it took all of my strength to lower myself down into a chair.

We'd seen this type of stuff in movies our whole lives, but I couldn't believe what my father was saying. Was he actually hinting at...zombies?

"We need to lock all the doors, now." Sam said as soon as he got off of the phone.

"Sam, what's happening?" Leah asked, holding her daughter tightly to her chest.

"I called the station, talked to the chief," he stopped and peered out from behind the window curtain, "it's bad. And it's just going to get worse."

"What is?" I finally said, managing to get my voice back.

"Nobody knows what exactly they are. But baby you were right, the other day, I should've looked closer into it when you said they took all the information on that guy down. It's, it's happening here. Its happening everywhere."

We all looked at each other, Sam ran his finger through his hair before looking at us again.

"They want to try and build shelters, to help people, to keep them safe. I just, I just don't know if that is going to work."

He walked over and held his family in his arms.

"But right now, we have to do as much as we can to keep ourselves safe."

My father stood up from his seat, his years as a cop kicking back in.

"We need to close ourselves in. We need weapons and plenty of food."

Sam added , "We don't know how long this is going to last."

And everything went into overdrive. Leah was putting Gracie in her crib so she wouldn't wander off. My father ran out to his truck, pulling it up alongside the front porch so the stairs were blocked off and we would easily be able to get into the doors. Sam did the same with his truck, pulling it alongside the back door. Leah's car was in the garage and I pulled mine in alongside hers. We locked all the windows and doors. Hanging sheets over every window so you couldn't see in. We packed bags of food and clothing in case we needed to leave.

And then Sam started pulling out guns. It made sense that he had a couple because he was a cop but he just kept pulling out more and more. Leah and I knew how to shoot since our father taught us at a young age, yet the thought of having to shoot people, people we know, was turning my stomach.

...

For hours we sat there, just waiting.

Sam would take a couple phone calls from other people, all of the officers getting updated on what was happening. And everything was happening so fast.

We had been watching the news trying to figure out what had happened, what the next move was. And the TV went out. All the channels had been shut down.

But what we had seen before it went out had been a nightmare. The chilling, terrifying nightmare.

There were people, so many people, wandering the streets... Eating one another. The things that were shown weren't human anymore. They were gone.

When Sam came back into the room from his most previous phone call, something was different. He seemed off.

"What did they say?" Leah asked as she stood up and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"All the cops are being called in. We have to try and make a shelter. To help people."

"Is it bad?" My voice was shaking but I tried to push it down and stay strong.

"Thousands of people are already gone. Nobody knew what was happening and went outside to try and figure it out. I guess it's the bite. It changes them. Turns them into one of these things."

My dad grabbed my hand and gave it a little squeeze.

Leah and Sam walked into the other room while I held their precious girl.

Sam was a big guy, he was a strong guy. A big, strong, cop for gods sake. Nothing was going to get past him, much less hurt him.

Sam walked back in and kissed his daughter, he gave his wife one last kiss before hugging me and my father, before walking out the door.

We sat there and we waited, the sun set and then the noises started.

Low moans and groans of the undead.

We huddled together and Leah constantly checked her phone from any notification from her husband. But none came. And that's when the phone lines went down.

My father and sister finally fell asleep, but I couldn't. I sat there and listened to the noises. For hours on end. I listened as they aimlessly wandered around the yard outside. As they bumped into one another. As they moaned. A sickly noise that made me nervous. It was a noise that you'd never be able to get out of your head.

As the sun rose, they stayed there, outside. I'm not positive if they knew we were here in the house, but they acted like it.

Leah rocked Gracie back and forth after her breakfast.

"We have to figure a plan out." My father said as he came out of the bathroom. "I looked out the window. There are so many of them out there. I don't know what they're like but I don't really want to find out."

"But what about Sam?" Leah asked nervously.

"We should head to the station and see what is happening. I think that's our best bet." I agreed with my father but I could tell Leah was nervous.

"We need to get everything in the car. Dad your car is the best option because it's more protective." Plus it was against the side of the house so we could leave easier. "How much gas do you have?"

He shrugged, "About half a tank."

"Okay, you get the gas out of both of our cars and put it in your truck to use later. Leah, load the bags into the back and try to stay quiet so we don't draw attention to ourselves. I'm going to find everything else we could possibly need."

Everybody took action. I scoured the house looking for anything that could be useful. First aid kits, tools, clothing, food. Anything and everything we could possibly need. I packed it all in bags and handed them to Leah who put everything in the car. She refused to look out the car windows. After my dad put the gas in the car we loaded in.

Leah and Gracie were in the back seat with my father driving and myself riding shotgun.

He started the car and that's when I finally looked out the windows.

These things, at least twenty of them. Just standing there, some wandering around the yard.

Looking for something to eat.