The government have created a brand new weapons and but must test it. They build a large wall around a town with only two main gates. They drop their weapon in the centre of town, a strange gas – those who weren't immune to the gas turned into flesh eating zombies and the story is based around a small group of friends who seek shelter from a large house surrounded by a wall that looks clean from zombies, only to find the famous composer Erik Blanc.

Shelter Me

Prologue

17:23pm

Day 3 (out of 14)

3rd May 2015

Hurlingborough

East Midlands, England

Sammy POV

Why was this happening? How is this happening? Flesh eating people dragging themselves around after juicy uninfected flesh with blood pouring from their mouths and wounds. I was okay however, with a few close friends. Shane, Mary and Sam 'Lamby', you see, we were the type of people that spoke of what we will do during a zombie attack, because we're sad like that – yeah, we really are. Especially when we have nothing better to do, and now...here it is; time to put our random rants and jokes to practise as the impossible was actually happening. After so much random conversations based around the topic, playing games where you kill a zombie with anything you can find like in Dead Rising 2, but this is isn't a game. By the way, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a gun in a small town? Very hard I'm telling you.

Where are we at the moment? In a white van driving through the double doors of B&Q – not sure why to be quite honest, I think it was on our "to-do list." Oh yeah, to find kick-ass weapons, most likely gardening tools that we can use to help keep us alive. Lamby, who is actually called Sam Lamb, is the eldest and the only one with any driving experience...he drives the van that we stole from a couple of zombies down the street of my house, hey, don't want anyone to steal your van while your currently a flesh devouring organism? Then don't leave the keys in the ignition. It seems as if those guys had the similar idea as us, go in the van and drive around finding everything you need, while running over shed loads of zombies on your way of course, why not? Might as well do something useful before you die right?

Well, as I was saying, Lamby was driving, Mary...his girlfriend was in the seat next to him and Shane was on the other seat next to the window. Guess where I was, not in the back if that was what you were thinking. No, as I was the smallest at five foot three I was forced to seat in the area by Shane's feet. Joy. Oh, and by the way...my name is Sam or Sammy, not bothered by what you call me really. Except Samantha; I really hate that.

There was a crash as the van went through the automatic doors that were a bit too small to fit a van through. We all grabbed our melee weapons and through open the van door and so far the zombies weren't close enough to get to us so me and Shane ran to the back of the van and opened the doors and I jumped inside where loads of stolen goods such as food, water, clothes and whatever supplies we fancied to pick up. For instance, for Mary it was make up, but for me it was hair dye. Oh well, I'll just nick Mary's make up. Mary was in the driving seat, the doors to where we were sitting were now closed for her protection while I waited in the back hitting zombies in the face or the throat with my crowbar while Lamby and Shane followed the van as Mary drove it through the store throwing whatever they can such as tools and supplies that we could use into the back of the van while fighting off the jaws of filthy, blood stained things that were no longer human.

I had caught whatever they threw at me, well...most of the things, I lie...some of the things they threw at me. I could tell this was going to take a while for us to get used to. "That's enough!" I called, and the guys closed the doors with me inside and ran to the front to inhabit the seats. I guessed Lamby was back in the driving seat when the driving was so much better as we headed towards our special entrance. I went by the others, I could see them though I was kept away from them by being in here, and we were all laughing with relief as we were back on the main road that had no cars on it whatsoever.

It was strange, you expect there to be more abandoned cars everywhere but no, because the gas didn't come into affect straight away. First it made you stressed, and then you lost most of your hair before craving raw meat. It was even stranger to watch those that you've known for years or maybe your whole life fall to this disease from a gas the government planted in our town. They told us this, after they locked us in, they said after two weeks of the gas being in play any survivors to go to one of the main gates and we would be released and become...well, rich and famous! Or, that's what we say, but it's most likely just the rich but keep quiet else you'll be dropped right back into the dystopian hell-hole. I'm sorry, but how can't the rest of world know about a town practically being used as a human-guinea pig farm for the government? Being kept inside against their will, we kept a calendar with us; we will keep an eye on the date before we can go the nearest main gate at noon so we can be free and return to our families. You see, we moved to this town together for a Hurlingborough University four year course in IT & Business, we completed that, well, Mary did Child Care because she didn't get good enough grades for IT & Business. Than after that, when we were twenty (me) and twenty-one (the others), we decided to do different courses, you know...be more independent. I did Film & Media studies, Shane did advanced in IT & Business, Lamby did mechanics while Mary went on to do Health & Social. These courses were another five years, we had finished about three months before the "test" occurred. So now, we were between the ages of twenty-five and twenty-six.

I cannot wait to get out of this place; it would be such a relief. Today, it was the third day of this catastrophe, today was really the main day as the other two days was when the gas was starting to affect people. Though the thing was, unlike normal zombies when you get bitten by one and you turn, with these you don't. If you are immune to the gas than you are immune to the virus, great I know! But, the only bad thing is, you will be killed by forever hungry creatures of hell, and I swear they can smell blood. But, not really, not like the movies...these, things are not exactly like zombies but we can't call them human, they don't have strong sense of smell and zombies in fiction. They had the same sense of smell as they did before they got infected.

To be honest, it was surprising at how many people were actually still alive, apparently a lot had occupied houses near the gates which our special little group thinks is a bad idea as all them people are going to attract unwanted attention from the zombies. See, we had it all figured out, we know the do's and don'ts, plus, we spoke about a house just earlier today that we should check out. You know, to see if it would make a good hideout. It was a large house in the middle of some land with a garage surrounded by a brick wall with a large iron gate. Sound's protected right? Let's hope so, else we have no choice but to join the others by one of the two main gates.

"Sam?"

I was pulled from my intense train of thought and because of everything that has happened I almost jumped out of my skin, "sorry Mary. What is it?" they had rather amused looks on their faces, gee...thanks guys.

"We're going to head to that house on The Avenue," here is fact for you people about that house, back in the mid 19th century it used to be a beautiful opera house owned by a rich, beautiful family called Blanc. They were French, religious and from what I've heard about that family they were ignorant and selfish. But in the mid 20th century the opera house was converted into a large house where the Blanc family lived off of their talents to produce hypnotizing plays and architecture.

"Well, it will only take a few minutes to get there from where we are now anyway," spoke Lamby, the eldest of the group and our magical...wonderful driver who got lessons from his family for his twenty-first birthday, the rest of us couldn't be arsed with driving...well Mary had recently while me and Shane stuck with motorcycles – which weren't really ideal for a zombie attack even though they are quick and agile but you see...we aren't brave enough to use transport that will leave us in the open and have no protection but speed from the zombies that would pull one off the motorbike. Wow I miss my bike...the Honda R18, a design from 2013, so it wasn't that old. I'm just happy that it wasn't in Hurlingborough anyway, it was at my Dad's in Leicester getting fixed as he found something wrong with it. I don't know what it was mind you, I only know a few brand names and how to ride one...maybe a few engines to push it.

I felt something touch my face for only a second, I looked to find that Shane had poked my cheek with his slightly tanned finger whose tips were a little flat due to working way too much with a keyboard – and I often teased him about it, calling him a nerd and how his fingers have moulded to the shape best for his work with computers. He went to poke my cheek again but I snapped my teeth at him, "Hey! Don't make me throw you out there with the Snappers!" we both chuckled, you're probably wondering what we call the Snappers, well...haven't you figured it out yet? Snappers are what everyone else with a brain calls zombies or 'infected' if they generous, nice people. We found that before when we were almost obsessed with zombies that whenever we talked about them we would dream about them but whenever we called them something else we didn't dream about them. So...that's why we call them Snappers.

Lamby stopped, here we were. Outside the large iron gate with a beautiful, impressive house about hundred yards along a sand coloured gravel path, we looked up and down the street before Lamby volunteered to step out of the van to press a button on the communicator, unknowing to us all whether or not the person that lived in this house now was still alive or was now a Snapper.

No voice had come from over the com but the gate began to slide open toward the left, Lamby turned us and shrugged with a grinned before climbing back into the van. "Well that easy," he drove the van into the drive way and parked by the garage next to the large house. They all jumped out of the van and Mary opened the back so I could get out, when I jumped out with the help of Mary I saw the gate sliding back to a close. I closed the van's back doors and we all watched the house, still there was nothing.

A/N: There is no such place in England as Hurlingborough; I just made that place up, and Hurlingborough is actually based on my hometown which I'm not going to say what my hometown is because I'm not stupid. Yay for common sense! So, how did you guys think of the first chapter? R&R Please!