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Chapter 1:

I did not expect life to go as it was.

I mean, come on zombies, really?

What did our world come to?

I remember the day it happened as if it was yesterday.

It was a week after our family vacation.

Martin and I had just got back from our honeymoon that we never had and were unpacking our bags when we turned on the T.V. and saw the news.

Martin, being the leader of our home, and a military man, quickly had us pack all the main essentials and needs into two backpacks and we hopped into the car to get out of the city.

We got stuck on the parkway because it was bumper to bumper traffic.

The rest is just a blur. Thousands of zombies came running at us and chewing at our car. Martin looked at me and spoke. "Cassie, I'll get you out of the car, and you run!" he said.

I gasped.

"But then they will get you! I can't! I won't!" I nearly screamed.

He stopped me.

"You need to find a Sargent Abraham Ford! He is in Washington. He is going to take care of you! Tell him the cure is in your blood! He promised me he would if anything went south!" he said.

I stopped. His words were jumbled but I knew what he was saying.

"Did you know that this was going to happen? And what do you mean by my blood?" I asked.

Martin sighed.

"I had my suspicions, I had to keep the cure safe and away from unwanted attention, so I put it in you, but we don't have time right now! You need to get out of here and get safe." He said.

I felt the tears pouring out of my eyes.

I was not only mad that my husband put an unknown cure in my blood, but was going to leave me alone.

"I can't just leave you to die! You can't do this to me!" I screamed.

He took me by the face and kissed me with a passion that was so great that I knew he was saying goodbye.

"I love you! There's a gun in my bag!" he said before he opened the door and bolted out.

I screamed and cried as I watched all the zombies pounce on him and tore in.

I quickly grabbed our bags and bolted out of my side of the car.

I ran up a hill away from the zombies and hid in the brush.

I watched as what was once my husband stood up, and started to join the rest of the other zombies.

My husband was gone, and I was alone.

There were mass amounts of people running for their lives up the road.

Most of them were not getting away!

They were being picked off one by one.

I quickly turned and headed into the woods away from the chaos of zombies.

Once in the woods, I ran into something hard and fell on my butt.

I looked up to see a man hovering over me with a gun pointed to my face.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I said

The man quickly put his gun down and helped me up.

"No it's ok, we can't be too safe now, and you should probably come with me!" he said.

Now normally, a woman who bumps into a man with a gun would not go with him, but under the circumstances, I figured he would be my best option.

I nodded and followed him only to realize that he was with a woman and a young boy who looked to be around ten or eleven.

I nodded to the woman and she nodded back.

Now was not the time for introductions.

We ran for what seemed like hours till we go to a small community.

We made a beeline for a white house.

I figured they knew where they were going.

We go to the front of the house and the man kicked the door in.

He peered in and then took a step in.

He kicked the wall a couple of times to be greeted with no noise.

He then turned to us and nodded.

"Quick, get out of visual!" he said.

We quickly filed into the house and he shut the door and locked it. He then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a chair and pushed it up against the door.

He then proceeded to run to all the windows and shut the curtains.

When he was done he turned to us.

"Lori, pack up what you can! Mainly essentials like food, clothes, and anything that we are going to need to survive!" The woman who was Lori nodded and ran to do so.

The man then turned to the young boy.

"Carl, go and get a bag for yourself and get anything that you think we will need on the trip!" he said.

The boy did so.

The man then turned to me.

"I'm Shane, and that was Lori and her son Carl." He said. I nodded.

"I'm Cassie." I said.

"Do you live here?" I asked.

Shane sighed. "No, Lori, and her son Carl do, and so did her husband." He said.

I felt myself intake breath.

"Did?" I asked.

Shane sighed.

"Rick didn't make it." He said.

I nodded.

"I lost my husband Martin just a couple hours ago. I watched him give his life so that I could survive, while he became one of those things." I said.

Shane nodded. "I know it's hard but if we stick together, we are better in a group." He said.

I sighed.

"Well, don't just leave me standing here, what can I do to help?" I said

Shane nodded.

"Grab a bag from the hall closet and start grabbing anything that you think we can use. We will make a pile by the door and load the truck up with as many supplies as we can. And then try and get out of the city." He said.

I nodded. I didn't have anywhere else to go, or anyone else to check on so I figured it be best if I stayed with Shane and his little group.

I went to the hall closet, and grabbed a couple bags.

I scanned the closet for jackets, because it was starting to get a little cold.

I stuffed them into the bag, and moved onto the living room.

There was nothing we would need except for a couple of blankets, so I grabbed them and piled them by the front door.

I went to the kitchen to find Lori emptying all the cabinets.

She had cans everywhere and she also had big totes that she was loading up.

I started to help her and she smiled at me.

"Thanks for the help." She said.

I nodded.

"Really, it's no problem. It's not like I have anywhere to be." I said.

"Shane told me about Rick, I'm sorry. How did he die?" I asked.

Lori sighed.

"He was shot a couple of weeks ago on duty as sheriff, and was in a coma. Shane went to visit him, and watched as his heart gave out. He checked for a heartbeat, but Rick was gone. Shane didn't want to be there when Rick turned into one of those things, so he ran for it." She said.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry. I lost my husband Martin. He gave up his life for me so that I could live. I watched him run directly into those things to distract them so that I could get away. He always was a hard headed marine." I said.

Lori chuckled.

"Yeah, Rick was always so brave." I sighed.

"But I need to talk to Shane, I need to find someone and if what you said is true, he might be able to help me find this particular person." I said.

Lori gave me a quizzical eye. I sighed and stopped searching the cabinets.

"My husband's last words were to find and Abraham Ford and that the cure was in my blood." I said.

Lori gasped. "You have to tell Shane!" He could help you!

I nodded.

"Yea, I need to get to Washington, which is probably not the best idea right now, with all the zombies and everything." I said.

Lori chuckled

"We have been calling them Walkers." She said.

I sighed.

"Sounds better than zombies." I said.

Shane came into the room and Lori looked at me.

I sighed and turned to Shane and relayed the information I had just told Lori.

Shane looked at me and sighed.

I can't help you, but I can give you a vehicle and a week supply!" he said.

I nodded.

"That's better than most people would do!" I said.

Lori nodded.

She quickly placed another tote and put a weeks' worth of food and water in it for me. I quickly ran outside with Shane and helped him load their car and mine.

When we were all loaded, with no walkers in sight, which I thought was weird, we got in our cars, and took off.

I knew the GPS would not work, so I had asked Shane for directions. He gave me the easiest route.

I followed those directions till I could not go any further. The road was blocked with all the traffic jammed cars.

I was going to have to go by foot.

I pulled out the knives that Shane had given me and put them in my pockets. I pulled out my gun, and slowly stepped out of the car.

There were no walkers in sight, and I didn't know what was ahead of me, but I was terrified.