Either this was a good idea to come back or it will be one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I guess in a few moments time would tell. I took a deep breath before I extended my hand towards the faded yellow house in front of me. I could scarcely hear the doorbell's jingle over the beating of my heart.

Yea, I know I should have called before I even headed down here, but I wanted my visit to be a surprise. I just hope the trip wasn't for nothing.

I rang the doorbell once more, with no response from inside. I tried the doorknob to find that it was unlocked. Letting myself in the house, I called out, "Is anybody home?"

There was a shuffling noise coming from the second floor. So I walked towards the staircase and leaned across the banister. "It's me, Sadie." I shouted up the stairs. I waited a bit to see if someone would come to greet me. Instead I heard a low grunt.

I slowly made my way up the stairs while listening carefully to where the sound came from. "Are you up here?" I asked to see if I could get some kind of response. Sure enough, a moan boomed from the last door at the end of the hallway.

Now I was really thinking that I should have called ahead of time. Those moaning sounds could be the result of intercourse and I sure in hell didn't want to interrupt anything. Then again, someone could be hurt. My curiosity got the best of me and I tip toed quietly down the hallway. The bedroom door was open just a crack, exposing a revolting scene.

Lying in the middle of the beige carpet was a masculine figure. The clothes the man wore were torn and tarnished with a crimson fluid. His bared flesh was covered in large gashes.

Adrenaline was rushing through my body as I dashed into the room. I kept repeating "Oh my God." as I kneeled down beside the man, placing my fingers on his neck to feel for a pulse. The only thing I felt was cold skin against my hand.

Tears were running down my cheeks for the man in front of me. Maybe if I would have arrived earlier, I could have saved him. But what confused me, was that if he was dead, where was the moaning coming from?

Curiosity was fueling my mind again and I decided to investigate. I stood up and turned towards the door. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a sight even more horrific than what was lying on the ground.

Standing in the doorway was a nasty woman. Her head was resting on her right shoulder due to a massive wound on her neck where muscles and tendons use to reside. All around her mouth was what looked like smeared ruby lipstick, but I knew what it really was.

With the amount of blood that stained the woman's clothes due to her neck injury, it was impossible for her to be alive, let alone standing. Before I could think of any possible conclusion, the woman let out a groan as she lunged towards me. On impulse, I let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Hey, Sadie. It's okay." A male voice tried to soothe me.

I could feel sweat running down my face as I tried to catch my breath. I glanced at my surroundings to only find darkness. The moon cast a faint glow on my companion.

"Did you have that dream again?" He asked as I felt a hand slide up and down my back.

"Yea. It's like one of those walking dead horror movies, but it seems so real." I remembered that I could smell the odor of rotting meat when I got to the top of the staircase.

"That's because it is real Sadie."

That statement hit me like a ton of bricks. Everything wasn't a dream. People were really dead and alive at the same time. "S-so, what are we going to do Trevor?" my voice cracked.

Trevor pulled me into his arms to comfort me, "We'll look for your sisters and pray to God they didn't turn into walkers like your parents."

That horrific thought was burned into my mind just like the scene in the bedroom. I didn't want to lose my sisters too, especially to these monsters.

I wrapped my arms around Trevor, trying not to think of the worst possible scenarios in this awkward predicament we were in. I still couldn't believe all this was happening in the real world.

I was afraid to fall back to sleep. I didn't want to relive any more painful memories, but I knew I needed my energy to find my sisters. Alive, I kept reminding myself.

I closed my eyes, just to get woken up again. Outside the maroon station wagon we called refuge, I could hear murmuring. The sound kept getting closer and closer, making my grip on Trevor become stronger.

"It's my fault." I whispered against Trevor. "They found us because of my screaming."

I braced myself as the car door screeched opened to reveal my fate.