So this idea came to me a while back and I hadn't planned to start it yet, but seen as I have writers block with my other fics then I figured I might as well. If you are a reader of my other fics, you will see the character of Chelsea is in this one. It's mainly centered around Carla, Peter, Chelsea etc. Please read and review, if you like the fic, let me know and I'll know to keep going with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Coronation street, I do own the Character of Chelsea and the plot.

In every house along the cobbles, every single person could be found in front of the television, as they look on in shock and horror, clinging tightly to whoever is nearest them to feel a slight bit of comfort.

The virus was spreading, it had started off in a small village in the North of Scotland, of course the authorities said it was under control, but it was long before it started working its way out of the village, and into the surrounding towns and cities. It had now hit the borders, they had lost all control of it now, the armed forces tried to help, but still it kept spreading. In seven days it had taken over a whole country. Some people managed to flee to begin with, but after a couple of days flights were banned from coming in, or going out. Some people were managing to get out, but the numbers were few.

In the flat, Carla, Peter and Chelsea sat in front of the television, Carla and Peter sat in shock, and Chelsea was wearing a look of sheer terror. The people running the streets were like mindless killing machines, bodies were being torn limb from limb. Chelsea eventually put her hand up to her face, totally terrified. Peter put an arm around her and she cuddled in, her eyes still covered. When he eventually turned off the television she uncovered her eyes and looked up at her parents.

Chelsea: "Are we going to die?" she managed to whisper out.

Peter: "Hey don't be silly, don't you worry about it, they'll have it all under control soon enough"

Chelsea: "But what if they dont?"

Peter: "I won't let anyone hurt you, ok" he said firmly, and gave her a reassuring smile.

Chelsea nodded and let it drop, as they sat in silence, everyone with the same thing on their mind.

As 10 o'clock approached Carla told Chelsea to go and get ready to bed, and that she would be through soon. Once Chelsea was ready she stood in the doorway, half in the living room, half in her bedroom. Carla turned around and was surprised to see her standing there.

Carla: "I told you I'd be through, go on into bed"

Chelsea: "I'm scared" the young girl said quietly.

Peter: "Chelsea you have nothing to be afraid of, try not to think about it"

Chelsea nodded but still stood in the living room, Peter and Carla shared a look in silence and Carla went to open her mouth when a large crash outside caught their attention. Peter went over to the window and Carla rushed over to Chelsea side. Chelsea's eyes immediately teared up and you could tell she was absolutely petrified.

Peter turned and smiled: "It's fine, just a couple of drunk guys messing around"

Carla let out a sigh of relief and Chelsea relaxed, but only a fraction.

Peter: "How about you sleep in beside your Mum tonight kiddo?" he asked seeing how on edge she was.

Chelsea nodded and Carla gave Peter a smile, she didn't even need to say thank you, he knew.

Chelsea eventually managed to drift of to sleep, with her Mothers arms wrapped tightly around her. Chelsea was thirteen, and normally didn't bat an eyelid at anything, she had too much pride to show fear, but this had terrified her, like every other person in the country. Although Peter had told her it would be fine, even he wasn't so sure. The schools had shut and people were being urged to stay close to their homes. Some companies even closed, but on the cobbles everyone put on a smile and kept going.

Chelsea and Carla were woken with Peter shaking them.

Peter: "Come on, get up" he whispered.

They both opened their eyes, half asleep and confused.

Carla: "What time is it? What's going on?"

Peter reluctantly said the words he had hoped so much he wouldn't have to say: "The virus, it's here"

Carla: "Oh my god" she said putting her hand over her mouth.

Chelsea said nothing and just sat staring straight ahead her.

Peter: "Look you's need to get dressed, we need to go over to my Dads, we're going to be strongest together"

This broke Chelsea out of her trance like state and she shook her head vigorously and started crying: "No, I can't go out there, I won't, I can't" she rambled as the tears poured.

Carla put her arms around her and pulled her in close: "Shh baby, Peter I can't help but think going out there is the worst idea there is!"

Peter: "Carla I have to go over"

Carla: "Peter we're safer here are we not? We're above ground and we have two doors to get into the house, compared to their one door"

Peter gritted his teeth together as he stood taking the time to think.

Peter: "You're right, in that case, I need to go over and get them"

Carla nodded: "I understand, it's your family"

Peter: "I need yous to get up and watch for us coming and get the door ready, I'll bring as much as I can across, we need stuff that we can barricade the door with ok, Chelsea, can you do that for me?"

Chelsea looked up and nodded: "Ok" she sniffed.

Peter: "I'll bring them back, phone Michelle, I'll head there as soon as I've brought the family over"

Carla nodded and he moved towards her and kissed her passionately: "I love you"

Carla: "I love you too"

He kissed the top of Chelseas head and left them alone, grabbing Chelseas hockey stick then making his way out of the flat. Chelsea and Carla move swiftly through to the living room and watched from the window as they saw him go over and into the house.

Carla took Chelseas hand and gripped it tightly, not only to comfort her, but to give herself a bit of comfort. The streets were quiet, as far as you would know, nothing was wrong. At the end of the street they saw someone stagger out into the road. Blood dripped from his face, his arm was mangled and he was limping. He was moving as quickly as he could along the street, panic and pain clear on his face.

Chelsea: "Mum, who is that?" she asked scared.

Carla could feel her eyes burning as the tears threatened to fall: "That's Kirk"

As he walked down the cobbles, desperately trying to find somewhere to take shelter, another figure appeared behind him. They hadn't seen the man before, but they knew straight away that the virus had well and truly taken over him. He moved quickly to Kirk who tried to move faster but his injuries prevented it. The last Chelsea saw was the man grab Kirk before Carla spun her round pulled her in, her face pressed gently against her body.

Carla looked away from the window too, they stood for about ten minutes before she turned her head back to look out the window, but keeping Chelsea where she was.

Kirk was lay on the cobbles in a pool of his own blood, his arm had been torn off and he had chunks out of half his body. Chelsea turned her head round slowly and looked, but quickly moved her head back when she saw him, and sobbed quietly into her mothers chest. The man had disappeared, but that didn't make Carla feel anymore at ease, she was absolutely terrified without Peter there.

She seen movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned to see that it was Kirk, who was now stood in the middle of the street, a menacing expression upon his face. He turned his head suddenly in the opposite direction and ran off out of sight.

Carla: "He's gone" she said softly and Chelsea lifted her head.

Carla: "Are you ok?" she asked, concerned.

Chelsea nodded and said nothing, and took a seat on the couch staring blankly ahead as Carla continued to watch out the window. It was about another 15 minutes before she saw the door open and out walked, Peter, Ken, Deirdre, Tracy and Rob. They made there way quickly across the road and were in the house moments later.

They all walked in and stood silently before Ken spoke.

Ken: "How are you's?" he asked and looked to Chelsea and Carla.

Chelsea still said nothing but Carla answered and forced a small smile.

Carla: "We saw one though"

Peter: "Where? When?"

Carla: "Out on the street, it went after Kirk, it got him too. He's now infected, it was awful, he tore into him"

Peter looked sadly and pulled his wife in for a cuddle.

Peter: "Did she see?" he whispered and looked over to Chelsea.

Carla nodded: "Just for a second before I covered her eyes, but I think that was bad enough"

Rob took a seat next Chelsea and put his arm around her, she turned and looked at him sadly, as she felt tears threatening to fall again. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, trying to think of anything but the situation they were in. Peter left 5 minutes later to go and get Michelle, as Carla stood watch again at the window and the rest of them sat in silence.

Steve and Michelle arrived not long after with Peter. Michelle went straight to Carla and pulled her into a tight hug, Carla gladly accepted the embrace.

Now that everyone was there they all got stuck into getting the flat sorted. Peter, Steve, Ken and Rob all worked on barricading the doors, whilst Deirde and Tracy rearranged the cupboards to fit all the food that had been brought over, and Michelle and Carla sorted out the sleeping arrangements.

Chelsea: "Where is everyone going to sleep Mum? It's a two bedroomed flat and there is nine of us" she asked as she looked around the flat, reminding herself how small it is.

Carla: "We'll put Ken and Deirdre in our bed, Tracy can have the couch, Michelle and Steve can have your bed, and the rest of us will just have to make a space on the floor" she sighed.

Chelsea: "We still have the double blow up bed as well Mum, you and Peter can have that"

Michelle: "We can alternate with the bed, so that everybody gets a decent sleep in a decent bed at least some nights"

Carla nodded and got to work with the blow up bed, putting it out the way in Chelseas bedroom for now. The men worked most of the afternoon but finally stopped come tea time, satisfied that no one could get through the door. Wooden planks had been nailed across the door, Peter had been planning on using the wood to build a cabinet for chelsea, so it had came in handy. Dinner passed with small portions, knowing they could be in there a long time, they had to ration the food.

They sat in the evening with the tv on, but only for a brief period, it was breaking news on every channel, and was saying pretty much the same things. They had put more curtains up at the windows to so that no light would shine out, and as a precaution, used lamps instead of the main lights.

Chelsea and Carla were squeezed together on the single seater, and Chelsea was out for the count, cuddled up in her mothers arms.

Michelle: "I didn't think she would sleep" she said as she looked over at her.

Tracy: "Neither did I, the poor kid is totally on edge, I know we are too, but she's petrified. I'm so glad Amy was on that trip, at least I know she is safe"

Amy had went away to France for the weekend with her friends family, when they left the virus had only just broke out, and by the time the Sunday came, all flights had been stopped and she wasn't able to get back into the country.

Steve: "How do you think everyone else is doing? I seen quite a few boarded up windows so I think a few people are safe

Peter looked startled as he looked around: "Wait a minute, Michelle, where is Ryan?"

Michelle: "He's fine, he's at Katy's with Owen, Anna, Faye, Tim, Gary, Izzy and baby Joseph. I think everyone has taken the same attitude, we're stronger in numbers"

Peter nodded: "Yeah, Leanne has her family in their flat with Nick and Simon, and I'm sure Emily and Norris went over to Rita's flat along with Tina and Tommy"

Carla: "That poor girl is pregnant, this needs to blow over soon, what kind of world is this to bring a child up in" she said sadly, looking down at her own daughter.

All heads turned to the window when they heard a sickening scream, Peter and Roba rushed over to it as Michelle turned off the lamps.

Peter: "Oh my god" he managed to choke out.

Carla turned her head: "What's going on?"

Rob: "There's at least 10 of them out there trying to get into the houses"

Rob: "Jesus" he said as he caught sight of two faces in the crowd.

Michelle: "What is it?"

Rob: "It's Fiz and Tyrone, they're infected"

Michelle covered her mouth in shock and started crying, so Steve put and arm around her comforting her.

A bang at the downstairs door cause everyone to jump, and Chelsea to wake up.

Chelsea: "What's going on?"

Carla: "Nothing, just go back to sleep darling"

But then came a bang, and another, another. They all knew, even Chelsea, the infected were trying to get in.

Rob: "No one panic, everyone stay quiet, the door is secure ok, we'll be fine" he whispered.

The banging carried on through the night, and one by one everyone fell asleep in the living room, each one cuddled into the other.

When morning came the banging had stopped, and when they looked outside there were now only 3 wandering along the streets, none of which they'd recognised.

Michelle turned her phone on briefly to see if Ryan had messaged her, and it turned out he had.

Michelle read out the text: "Hi Mum, everyone over here is safe, we've managed to secure the house. I don't know if you saw them last night among the rest, but Beth and Chesney are also infected. I hope you's are all still safe, I love you Mum"

Tracy started crying when she heard that Beth had been infected, and Michelle wrapped her into a cuddle. It was no secret Michelle and Tracy didn't get on, but the world had gone to shit, and circumstances had changed.

Carla went to the kitchen and put the kettle on, going into the cupboard she pulled out the sleeve of tablets and filled a glass of water. She took the medication to Chelsea and put them in one hand, and the cup in the other, and stood waiting for her to swallow them over.

When she went back to the kitchen with the cup she stood at the counter and closed her eyes for a second, trying not to let all the emotions she was feeling start to show, she had to be strong for Chelsea. She felt arms wrap themselves around her waist and turned to see Peter.

Peter: "Are you ok?" he asked.

Carla nodded but bit her lip, and he knew something was on her mind.

Peter: "Whats wrong?" he asked quietly, making sure that no one could hear.

Carla held up the sleeve of tablets: "There's only four left, I was meant to be picking up the prescription today"

Peter sighed: "Shit!"

Carla: "Shhh, I don't want her to panic, but what are we going to do Peter, you know how ill she gets without them"

Chelsea had Ulcerative Colitis, a form of Imflammatory Bowel Disease. The latest medication had been her wonder drug, and when she took it, she showed no symptoms, but without, she would get seriously ill.

He stood deep in thought the shrugged his shoulders: "There's only one thing to do then"

Carla: "What?"

Peter: "I'm going out there"

Ok, on you's go, review, review, review :)

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