The Stand

AN: This is my first story, so it will probably not be good. So sorry in advance :)

This is based on The Stand by Stephen King. Monica is based on Frannie, but she will not be pregnant at the start, Ross will be based on Harold, but he will not be as angry/such a jerk to Stu. Chandler is based on Stuart, Rachel is based on Julie, but she won't shoot any one.. Joey and Phoebe will be 2 random people they meet at some point (hopefully early ) in the story. Gunther might be in the story, I'm not sure. This might be long, since I have the extended version of the stand, so please bear with me. This story is Mondler, with some R&R and if you guys want, some Phoebe and Joey. Sorry for the long AN, Please Read &Review 3

-Emmy

Intro:Long Shot

Richard's eyes slowly opened, his head felt heavy. He lifted up his head and looked around.

"Huh?Where am I?"

He thought to himself. His brain managed to piece together that he was at work, but something wasn't right. It was eerily silent, there no "clacks" from the machines, no one whistling, not even any footsteps. Richard remembered playing cards, and then it all went black.

"I must have fallen asleep" he thought as he got up and stretched.

As he scanned the room once more, a bright red light caught his eye. It was a large, red, clock that read :05:5:12:01:37 (5th of May, 2012, 1:37 AM) Richard's breathing got heavier, he knew what the red clock meant.

"Shit!"

He ran around the room like a mad man, gathering his few possessions. How had this happened? Someone's head was going to roll! Richard knew he didn't have any chance at fixing it, he was just another normal employee. His only option was to get the hell outta town. He sprinted towards the giant steel door, trying to turn the doorknob, which took a few seconds because of his sweaty hands. Once he opened the door he ran like the wind towards the front gate, luckily it was still open.

"There must have been a failure in security" he thought,as he ran through the gate and towards his home like the devil himself was chasing him.

And in a way, he was...

"Janice."

A small mutter was the only reply.

"Wake up now."

"leeme lone."

Richard shook her, "You've got to wake up!"

Janice groaned and rolled over. It was still dark out and the clock on her nightstand read 2:00 AM. She sighed and looked over at her husband. Janice's heart dropped, Richard was deathly pale, he was shaking, and his eyes were bulging.

"Richard, what's wrong?" Janice began to panic,

" Is it a fire?A flood? A earthquake?"

Richard stood there for a few moments, silent.

"You have to get dressed,get packed, get the baby, and get packed,"

Richard finally replied, his voice devoid of any emotion. "

Why? Where are we going? Is everyone else going?" Janice asked, fighting to keep calm.

But Richard just walked out the room,leaving all her questions unanswered.

Janice got up, throwing on a random outfit, and started to pack. She knew she couldn't take a lot, so she just threw all her money and clothes in her suitcase and snapped it shut. She would worry about getting anything else later. Janice began to walk towards the baby's room, knowing there wasn't much time left in this house. It held all the memories of baby Melissa, it was the first house her and Richard had bought together, they had come here when Janice had been pregnant with were many good memories, but also some bad ones.

Janice opened the door slowly, hoping not to wake the baby just yet. She grabbed the small suitcase in the corner of the room, and began packing everything the baby would need. Just as she was about to finish, the baby woke, crying and screaming. Janice sighed, snapped the suitcase closed and walked over to the baby. She picked up Melissa, and began to rock her as a million thoughts ran through her head.

'What if this is all just a dream? Soon I'll wake up and everything will be fine."

"We'll be fine."

"It can't be that bad."

But deep down Janice knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Richard ran around like a caged animal, picking up everything in sight and throwing it into his suitcase. There wasn't much time left, they might have already shut the gates. But if they did Richard would just have to crash through them. He felt a bit guilty leaving the rest of the town, but there wasn't any time to warn anyone.

Besides, who would miss this small town?

Once his suitcase was full, he grabbed all his money, sat on the suitcase, snapped it shut, and began to run towards the car. He opened the trunk, throwing his suitcase carelessly in, then slamming it shut again. Slipping into the drivers seat, he took Janice's hand and whispered,

"It's a long shot that we'll even get out of town. But no matter what, I'll make everything right. I promise everything will be fine."

He started the car and sped down the dirt road. But by the time they were in Nevada, Richard was coughing steadily. He had no idea his promise would be broken, and so soon.