The night was cold. Too cold. Times were tuff now. You could no longer step outside your house and wave to that friendly neighbour you had. One day you wake up and instead, your neighbour tries to rip off a piece of your flesh with their teeth. Your towns, cities and small friendly farms are over run with the army of the undead. A horrible horror movie now coming to real life. Your worst nightmare.

"Aunt Jane! Walkers!" a little boys voice yelled. Jane turned sharply. She bolted from her seating and dashed over to the window beside the rest of her group.

"How many Michael?" Jane asked as she slowly reached to her back for her two long swords.

"Not many. About five," Logan said as he came from the front part of the house. Jane nodded slowly.

"We shouldn't have shot them guns earlier," Jane paused. "Get the bow and arrows and head to the attic. Terry, take Brady to the basement and lock the door. I'll come get you if it's safe." Terry nodded and took his computer and the young boy downstairs.

Jane took the lead. On her way up the stairs she paused and looked at the three walkers they killed when they first came to the house. For a moment she thought about what their lives were like. How they spent their Christmas. What they did for birthdays. Suddenly she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. She turned slowly to see Logan's face. His hazel eyes and dark brown hair seemed to be mouthing something. She couldn't get a full understanding of it.

"Jane! Go!" Michael yelled.

Jane quickly snapped out of it and ran up the stairs. When they got to the attic windows, they creaked them open and held the bows strong. Jane pulled back her arrow and shot one in the head. Michael and Logan than did the same. When the last walker fell, Jane sat flat on the ground and took in a deep breath. Michael and Logan gave each other a look. Michael's firm blue eyes sat cold as he rushed downstairs. Logan sighed and sat beside Jane.

"You okay?" he asked. Jane looked up at him.

"No." Jane than rose and headed downstairs.

The night remained silent after that. Nobody had really spoken since they lost four of their group. Like I said, it was tuff times. There was no such thing as a friendly or happy time. Jane sat their drinking the tea she found in the cupboard. She looked out to everyone as Brady slept on her leg. Logan was the first she saw.

Logan was the typical thirty year old who lived with his mother. He worked at a small gas station. The walkers hit during one of his shifts. While he was working he witnessed a car spin out of control and smash in front of his gas station. He ran to the car before he realized someone with half their face torn off. When he saw it his stomach was unsettled then backed up and puked. He ran back to the gas station to call the police but the line was dead. Logan quickly looked to see the person from the car come out and walk slowly to the gas station. He walked out and asked if they were all right. The person began running at him. He locked the store grabbed food and water and hid in the bathroom, locking himself in. He was there for one week before Jane came. She came in and broke the door handle. He then joined her and her nephew. Unfortunately Jane only had four hand guns and very little ammo. He took two and showed her the gun store in town where they took five more guns and a lot of ammunition. They took his truck and drove to the next town.

A smile began to grow slowly on Jane's face. She was happy to have him. Her eyes slowly drifted over to Michael. He was an acting Chief in his police department in New York City and was an excellent hunter. He had a wife and two sons. His wife died three years before the plaque started. One of his sons turned into a walker and the other committed suicide. Michael became a hard shell after and took all his guns and ammunition from his work and home. Michael found Jane, Brady and Logan in a small town after almost killing each other for some gun supplies. It was a month since he had any human company. It took a little time for trust but it worked. They joined each other and shared their weapons. Michael found himself fighting for everyone. Inside him, he found himself wanting to live and wanting to keep the others alive.

Jane looked down at Brady as he turned in his spot. She lightly stroked his head than moved her eyes to Terry. Sweet Terry she thought to herself. He was a scientist in the city of Chicago. Terry was studying the disease before someone in the lab got the plaque. Terry was the only one who found a way to get out alive. The girl he loved at work died in his arms and came back to life as a walker. He killed her and ran into the city. He managed to survive by himself in the city for a month. Before long Jane and the group came to the city to seek shelter. When they find Terry he is under attack by three zombies. After saving him he insists they take him to his house. There they supply themselves with machetes, pocket knives, swords and bow with arrows. Terry does what he can to protect them and tells them everything he knows about the disease. He warned them that they can't be bitten or scratched or have any contact with their saliva and blood.

Jane then leaned back and slowly closed her eyes as she got ready for a night's sleep. Her gaze began to appear back in her old home. Sitting in her back yard, she looked down to see Lizzy. Her two year old daughter that used to be. She plaid in the sand box lightly shoveling it into a bucket. Jane's smile grew. Her eyes than turned to her husband. He sat there in a goofy apron as he flipped burgers. The day was familiar and friendly. Planes flew up ahead. Sounds of speeding cars in their small peaceful neighborhood.

When it came to bed time, Jane held Lizzy and walked into her room. She sat her down and made faces. Lizzy's face lit up. Jane dropped her face and turned when she heard a noise. She lightly rose and turned to Lizzy's shut bedroom door. She called to her husband but there was no answer. She left the room and searched the halls. When she got to the back door she saw two odd clumpsy men walking around her lawn. They sharply turned and tried to make their way up the steps. Jane saw blood drip from their mouths. She quickly locked the door and went to turn. She ran into her husband. Something seemed off. He moaned and groaned then suddenly snapped at her with his teeth. Jane jumped back. She saw the teeth. There was blood. Fresh blood. Jane then shoved her husband to the side and ran to the bedroom to find her little girl with a bite in her neck.

Jane turned back to see her husband stumbling over to the room. She quickly slammed the door shut and moved the dresser in front of it. She looked down at her daughter. Tears streamed from both their eyes. Lizzy looked up at her and grabbed Jane's hand.

"It burns mommy," she cried. Jane remembered what she had heard on the news about "Zombies". She then turned back at the door being attempted to kick open. Jane reached in her pocket to find a Swiss army knife. She laid her daughter down and began to pet her head. As she did so she sang a song to her. After some time, Lizzy stopped breathing. Jane threw her head on her child's chest and began to cry. When she awakened again, Jane quickly stabbed her in the head. Jane could feel her heart beat. After that she removed the dresser and slowly let her husband walk in. Jane stood strong as her make up ran down her face.

"Jane! Get up! We gotta head out," Terry said as he shook her. Jane quickly opened her eyes. She looked around to see Brady was gone.

"Where is-!"

"He's already in the car," Terry said with a suddle smirk. He then noticed how out of it Jane really was. "You dreamt it again," Terry stated as he sat down calmly. Jane looked up slowly at him. His tan skin and ponytail of dreads reminded her of what reality was now.

"It was no dream Terry. It was real. A real god damn nightmare. I sure as hell don't wanna relive that," Jane said. Terry sighed and nodded slowly.

The road was better than Jane had expected. They had been held up in that house for so long. She had almost forgotten how nice the country side really was. Jane turned her head as she felt hot panting on her neck. There was Lyria, a young cougar Jane's brother had rescued five years prior to the plague. Next to Lyria was a German Shepard named Spud and a husky named Monk. Jane reached her arm around and began to scratch the back of Lyria's head.

At the stores, Jane and Michael began to fill up the back of Logan's truck. Terry kept an eye on the east and Logan to the west. Brady sat in the car looking out to the north. As They searched the store, Michael found something that made him stop and stare. On the wall was a clock. It continued to tick. Michael turned and whistled Jane over. As she made her way to him she followed his gaze.

"Now when was the last time you were able to see what time it was?" Michael said with a suddle smirk. Jane smiled back.

"I think when I was happy," she joked.

Michael laughed with her then the two went to head out. As they got closer to the door, Jane paused. She slowly turned to see a plastic jar fall off a shelf. She quickly elbowed Michael in the side. Michael raised his gun slowly and followed Jane's lead. Jane held a tight grip on her swords and she took light steps over. Jane paused when she saw a shadow. Michael creaked around the other end. The two synched and quickly turned as they pointed their weapons. Two men stood there. One was an Asian boy who quickly raised his hands up. The other wore a sheriff's suite and raised his gun to Michael.

"Drop your weapon!" Michael yelled.

"You drop your's!" the sheriff said as she turned to both of them.

"Wrong answer," Michael said as he went to hold a tight grip on the trigger.

"Wait!" Jane paused. She slowly lowered to the ground and placed her swords on the floor. Her hands raised and she gave Michael a look. He hesitated but followed her lead. "See, all friends here."

"Is that how you welcome friends," the Asian boy gulped back. The sheriff slowly lowered his gun.

"My name is Rick. This here is Glenn. We don't mean to get in your way. We just needa get some supplies. It's for my wife," Rick said. Jane glared at him. Her eyes than wondered to the medicine in his hand.

"She's pregnant?" Jane said glaring at the medicine. Before Rick could answer, Terry and Logan burst into the doors. Rick's gun raised again. Jane quickly jumped out.

"Stop! Put your weapons down!" Jane yelled. The two hesitated but slowly lowered their guns. "Jesus Christ. We needa find a place to stay not fight everyone we see. And what did I say about the guns? Want the herd to find us?" Jane snapped. Rick looked over to Glenn than stepped forward. Jane turned back to them.

"My name is Jane. This here is Michael, Logan and Terry," she introduced. Rick looked around. Glenn than quickly pulled Rick to the side.

"We need men Rick. We need people who know where they're going and how to protect themselves. We should bring them back to the farm," Glenn said. Rick looked back at them.

"We don't know who they are or why they are here. What we need is medicine and supplies," Rick said with big eyes. Jane glimpsed over at them.

"Come on Rick. We need them," Glenn begged. Rick gave him a look and sighed.

"You guys mentioned you need a place to stay. We have a place," Rick gulped back. Jane looked at him. Michael gripped her arm.

"I don't trust them," Michael said. Jane looked back.

"Let's just leave Jane," Logan added. Jane bit her lip in thought.

"We need somewhere to stay," Jane said nervously. Before the three could argue Jane threw her hands up.

"I'm not running around this god damn country looking for a place to keep my nephew safe. We are going with them," Jane ordered. Michael gave a look and headed to the car. Logan followed close behind. Terry stayed close and calmed down.

"We follow you. Please don't make me regret this," Jane said before she grabbed Terry and headed out to the car.