Rats… Another Plot Bunny bit me hard, and this new story is the result. Once again I'm going to have three stories in progress at one time. Oh well… Hope y'all don't mind a little bit of time between chapters.

Disclaimer: As per usual, the Kim Possible characters are not owned by me. Any other character references outside of the Kim Possible series is purely coincidental. Also please be aware that this story is rated "M" for a reason, so please read responsibly!

Please also note that this is an AU, and that there will be character death.

Chapter 1

Anne Possible's Log

Part I

Originally I scoffed a little bit when Kimmie asked all of us to write down our personal 'What, When, and Where's', but then later I understood where she was coming from. After all, if someone finds these someday, maybe they could make some sense out of all this madness.

I guess everything started about 2 weeks ago, when that accident happened at the Space Center, and the fist patient was brought in.

…x x x x…

Wednesday, June 15th, 3:00 in the afternoon…

The Emergency doors of Middleton Medical Center burst open while three EMT's ran along side the gurney, each shouting different things.

"Get pressure back on that wound, before he bleeds out… NOW!

"I'm trying, but he just keeps trying to fight me! Maybe… if I can… tie… OUCH! He bit me!"

"I got him! His head is strapped down now along with all four limbs!"

"WHAT in Sam Hill is going on here?" Emergency surgeon William Lester almost shouted as he hurried into the Emergency room. "That patient better be subdued before we take him any further into this hospital!"

"He is now, sir." The burliest of the EMT's said while holding a rag over the spot on his arm that was bitten. The patient still struggled, but was completely strapped down to the gurney.

Neuro Surgeon Anne Possible stood back watching the commotion. There was no way she was going to get even close to a combative patient. She hated working the Emergency Room, but it just so happened that this was the day she was called up.

She decided to go help the EMT who was holding a makeshift bandage to his forearm. "Come with me and I'll get this cleaned up for you."

She led the large man into the area that all non-critical patients were taken, and pulled a white curtain across the entrance. "Sit up on the table there and I'll take a look." The EMT complied while Anne put on a pair of Nitrile gloves. She hated using these new gloves, but it kept the instances of Latex Allergies down.

She reached over and took hold of the folded handkerchief that was being used as a makeshift compress and gently pulled it off the wound, garnering a slight hiss from her patient. "Oh c'mon… a big guy like you can't be that touchy now, can you? What's your name?"

"Dover. My first name is Benjamin." Anne looked at him askance.

"Yeah, I know. I get a lot of crap from it, but that's my real name. Nice parents, huh?"

Anne inspected the wound. "Really no worse than what I named my own kids… Jim, Tim, and Kim, Possible.

"You're the mother of Kim Possible?" Ben said with surprise.

"Heh… yeah, that's me. Now come over here to this sink Ben. I want to flush this out with a saline solution." Ben did as ordered, and Anne squirted a little of the solution onto the wound. "This looks like a… bite?"

"Yeah. That patient from the Space Center latched onto me pretty good. He was lucky though. Those other poor Astronauts didn't fare so well."

"I saw the accident on the news, and we were also notified of the incoming patient. I don't suppose you have any other details about what happened?" Anne continued to rinse the wound on Ben's arm.

"We weren't notified of what actually happened, but I saw what looked like the remains of that new rocket I saw on the news. The… Kes… no… Kent…"

"The Kepler III?" Anne suggested while removing a small piece of skin from the wound.

"Yeah! That's it. Wasn't that the one that was supposed to travel out further than any other manned craft?"

"Yeah…" Anne said with a far off look. "I wonder what happened?"

"Something bad I would guess."

Anne straightened up. "Well that's the best I can do here. I'm going to need to get a nurse to help me while I stitch this up. Be right back." After removing her gloves and throwing them away, Anne gave her patient a warm smile and closed the curtain behind her as she left.

Dr. Possible called out to the first nurse she saw that wasn't doing anything. "Nurse Kelley? Could you please set up a Suture Tray for my patient in 3B please? I'll be there in a minute."

"Of course Dr. Possible."

Anne then grabbed a clipboard and an Emergency Room Admittance Form. At least I can get this started while she sets every thing up.

After getting everything filled out that she could without information from the patient, Anne walked back to the area her patient was in. She pulled back the curtain and what was before her made her take a step back.

Nurse Kelley was bent over the patient while he lay back on the table, and it looked like Ben was giving the girl a hickey on her neck. She could actually hear the sucking sounds he made, and it made her cringe a bit.

"Nurse Kelley… Just what are you and my patient doing?" There wasn't an answer, but the sucking sounds had stopped. She stepped a little closer, and now she could see what looked like some kind of red stain on the upper chest of Ben. "Nurse Kelley? Are you…"

Without warning Ben threw Kelley off of him and into the wall. Anne's eyes followed the girl's body and she knew immediately something was terribly wrong. Blood flew from her neck and splattered the wall behind Ben and the wall her body had struck.

She fell without a sound, blood pouring out of a huge area that was literally ripped from her neck. Anne's eyes then snapped back at Ben, who was now sitting up on the table.

Her eyes were wide as she looked at her patient. His eyes were completely white, and his face, neck and upper chest was covered with blood, which also ran out of his mouth that was hanging open.

A low guttural moan came from his throat as he swung his legs over the side of the table, and Ben dropped to his feet with a thud. He looked down at Nurse Kelley for a moment, and then he looked back up at Anne, who was standing rooted to her spot with fear. His arms came forward with his fingers flexed in a manner intended to grasp at Anne's throat. He stumbled forward one step before lunging at her.

Something finally clicked in Anne's mind, and she quickly stepped back, throwing the curtain between her and this… this… thing that her patient had become. The thing immediately tangled itself in the curtain, giving Anne a chance to run back down the hall towards the Nurses Station.

She arrived breathing hard. "Charlie! Charlie! We've got an Emergency!"

"You're telling me!" Charlie quickly replied with a slight lisp. "We're having trouble in OR as well! The patient that was brought in there broke from his restraints and attacked everyone in the room! Security has been sent there and…"

An almost unearthly moan sounded behind Anne, and she whipped around to see Ben stumbling towards them, blood dripping from his mouth. A nearby security guard came up behind the man and hit him over the head with his nightstick.

With almost blinding speed, this… thing… reached out and grabbed the guard by his arm with one hand, his neck with the other, and then literally ripped the man's arm away from his body! Both Anne and Charlie screamed at the top of their lungs and scrambled out from behind the nurse's station to run away from this… what ever it was.

Suddenly a man's voice yelled out in commanding tone. "Everybody, get down!"

Both Charlie and Anne duck just as a hail of Automatic weapons fire strafed the air over their heads. Bullets slammed into the EMT's chest, but it seemed to not make any difference, as he continued to stumble towards them.

Without notice, from down the hall where the OR was located, a bottle of Oxygen lazily rolled into the area and behind the nurse's station while bullets still flew. Another unearthly moan came from down the hall, and then a ricocheted bullet decided to strike the bottle of oxygen just so, causing it to explode, destroying the wooden desk and cabinets that made up the nurses station.

One large piece of wood hit Dr. Anne Possible on the side of the head with enough force to make her go a bit loopy. Just before she completely lost consciousness, she heard that same commanding voice order a retreat from the area.

…x x x x…

Anne slowly took in a deep breath and pushed it out hard. She set the book she was writing in on her lap, and then reached over and gently brushed a loose strand of red hair from her daughter's face.

"Hang in there Kimmie… Ron should be back soon with medicine, and some food."

Anne's Log is to be continued…

Well folks, it seems that lately I've been getting into the Zombie craze. Hope everyone likes what I'm doing here, as it's going to be a bit different.