First time doing a series.

I love this idea a lot, and I really want everyone to enjoy it. It was fun dreaming about it

Well there's not much to explain except every supernatural creature possible is after someone's ass.

It'll be explained more during the story because I have no clue.

I opened my eyes to the color blue. A vibrant bright blue with white gaps drawing shapes into the atmosphere. It was beautiful, in a way I couldn't explain. The sound of motors running and the yells of people made me feel relaxed, feeling as if could get so use to it.

I felt my surroundings, realizing I was lying upon something soft and comfortable. Never have I felt something so comforting. Looking from my bright blue heaven I blinked furiously at the light reflecting... From perfectly stated windows. Not a spot of ash, blood, or vandalism, just perfection. A small bird rested on the windowsill, watching whatever catches its small interest.

I heaved myself off the comfortable plush and stumbled toward the window.

Trees, people, cars buildings in perfect condition roamed and filled the area. Breaking the window flashed threw my mind, to have a sense of some normality. That I wasn't losing my mind.

A beige ugly colored lamp stood beside my left arm. I hesitantly grabbed onto is cold metal surface, ripping the cord from the wall as I lifted its head above my shoulder. As soon as I was about to connect the lamp with the window until it broke threw, something opened.

"Woe, what are you doing?" I heard Edwards voice fill with bewilderment. Blazing around, the ugly lamp made a rattling noise against the lightbulb and the structures that held it in place.

"Um...I was-"

"I know the lamp is ugly but don't go breaking it without me watching." He rolled his eyes. "Dad went to work early-"

"Wait, Dad?" I interrupted. Dad has been dead for almost 8 years.

"Yes dumbass, dad. He went to work early and I made breakfast." He signed and walked away from the small doorway. I looked down at myself, still wearing the same outfit from 3 months ago. I must look like shit.

"I don't go to your room to have chats with you, I meant get your ass downstairs before were late for school." Edward poked out his head and gave me his pissed off glance.

"School?" I sat in front of a wooden table, Edward sitting across from me. I stared at the triangle shaped object. "Your a terrible cook." I continued.

"Yeah, I know that's why I didn't make it. I heated it up from last night." Edward blinked. "What is it?" I asked, I placed a simple touch on the surface and the tip of my finger was covered with orange grease.

"Its Pizza... Um are you feeling alright?" His stare felt as if it was cutting deep into my skull. "I don't want to waste what ever food we have left, I'll last another day. We're already running dangerously low." I worried. "Yeah, and the baby deer you caught last week is running thin." His voice sounded sarcastic.

"I know." I replied. "Dude what the hell? Is something wrong with your head?" He hissed.

I looked around my surroundings. Blue Cupboards, white counters, a sliver refrigerator. Dishes in the sink that needed to be washed. This place looked perfect with its white colored pant and bad lighting, and two small windows.

I must be dreaming...

I picked up the pizza of my plate, shoving the grease filled triangle into my mouth. "Slow down, before you choke."

I took bite after bite until there was no more left. The pizza gave a cheesy aftertaste.

"Weirdo, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He asked, his green eyes filled confusion. "It's a thing... For school." I lied, but it was the best thing that came to mind. I hoped he would buy it.

"Like a play?"

"Yeah, um...I guess."

"Really? What's it called?" He raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of his pizza. "Famine... Yeah famine." I responded. "Sounds cool." He said with his mouth full. "It really isn't." I shook my head to his response. He chuckled.

"Help!" A raspy voice shouted. It sounded oddly familiar.

"Oh my god Dad! " Edward panicked as our father limped his way into the kitchen. Our dead father.

Blood poured in streams down his face, his suit was in shreds, he was clutching his right arm tightly to his chest, blood spilling from a badly inflicted wound.

I was in so much awe that I didn't notice Edward was yelling my name. "Jasper help me!" He panted. All that could pass threw my head was that he looked much better than he was when he was dead.

I got up off my seat and gripped dads arm in my hand. Dad placed his bloodied hand upon mine. "Sorry." He rasped, his incredibly drowsy eyes turned ferociously evil.

Next thing I knew I felt something pierce into my stomach. Metallic filled my tastebuds as blood poured from the corners of my mouth.
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I jolted awaked, the broken tiles of the ceiling filled me with sadness.

Even though I died, it was still a piece of normality I would never get to have.

Edward cuddled his head against my shoulder, his soft snores trailed into my ears. Outside there was yelling and banging on the barricaded windows and the door in front. The minuscule of the worlds problems were banging their way inside the small corner store.

The lights were on, our weapons were laid right beside us. The carcass of the small deer was on the floor, having stripped what was left of its meat a couple hours before.

I ran a hand threw my long blonde curly hair, fixing my arm around Edwards body. My stomach growled with hunger and my throat was parched with thirst.

I licked my chapped lips and patches broke under the force of my tongue.

Edward moaned in his sleep, and he opened his tired green eyes. "I'm sweating." He signed and tired to shrug off my huge leather jacket. Sleep slowed down his movements, I felt guilty as I reminded myself I made us both walk 3 days straight to get here, not wanting to chance resting in the woods. I helped him remove the jacket and I felt his sweat covered body was really warm.

"Your warm." I placed my hand over his forehead, feeling his temperature. "It's because I'm sweating like a motherfucker." He groaned. "I'll go to the clinic next door." I lifted myself off the makeshift bed made out of a small blanket. My side and my left arm were freezing as they were catching frost bite on the tiled flooring.

"Jasper no." Edward tried to stop me as I moved his body closer to the center of the blanket. Moving the pillow we shared under his head. "I'm already awake, I need to do something." I shrugged on my jacket.

"Not without me. You'll get caught out there." He rasped

"I'll manage." I heavily armed myself, equipping myself anywhere possible, anywhere I could reach. "Sleep, I'll be back soon. In the morning we go out for more ammunition. Then we scrap anything we could find and we leave this town." I explained the plan to my half dead looking brother.

He groaned exhaustion, "Or maybe I'll try to see if I can jump start ourselves a car." I signed. "Just don't stay out for long." He moaned.

I opened the back door to the store, fencing shielded the perimeter. 3 asswipes roamed, one of them latching themselves onto the door of the fence. He was good sized grape for sure.

Closing the back door, I grabbed my heavy blade handle from my jacket. "Get out of my way fat ass." I grumbled as I lodged my knife down the dumb bastards throat. Removing my blade, I quickly climbed up the fence into an opening, jumping onto the shattered gravel.

My landing alerted the other two lacklusters, making them charging forth for my neck. My katana, my prized possession, swiped their heads off clean.

Rosemary clinic.

Scanning the area first and giving one side way glance at the corner store I walked across the deserted street. the darkness of the night made everything pop out, it all looked like those children books that pop from the page, making everything look more realistic. Just this one look a lot more erie than joyful. Wonderful.

I reached from my rusty bolt cutters, breaking through the knots of chains. It fell with a bang on the floor as I walked through the dark building.

Putting back my bolt cutters, I withdrew back my katana.

I promised Edward that I wouldn't stay long, before his sick ass comes in after me. He'll probably be hauling at least 20 zombies into this shithole.

Advil, pain relievers, Tylenol, cold medicine for children-

That's tempting.

I just swiped multi-symptom caplets.

As I was about to turn around to take my leave, I heard someone whisper. "Jasper?"

"Edward?"

Shit.