Hey guys! So I'm kinda depressed at the lack of reviews/people reading this. I know there is only one chapter but you know me the more you review the more I add new chapters. Anywho thank you to thank my 2 reviewers Nikki and bhernandez02897. I greatly appreciate your reviews and I am so glad you are liking my series. I would have added a new chapter a lot sooner (since the reviews did come in a few days ago) but unfortuatly I got the flu. I've learned not to write with the flu... bad things happen. Anyways keep reviewing lots of love.

Shooting at moving targets while running is not as easy as it looks, yet at the same time I almost hit every target I was aiming for. But when your life is on the line you tend to me more alert. The sun glasses bounced on my nose as I can. I got closer and closer to the menacing looking building. It looked almost like a medieval castle, with how tall it was. It was all brick and my guess it used to be a prison. When I could see the entrance I fired into the air as well as shooting zombies to alert whoever was inside. I glanced behind me for a split second and saw the giant hoard of zombies followed.

"Holy shit!" I said, it was probably the entire population of LA in zombie form, wanting my blood.

"HEY!" I screamed to no one. Hoping the people in the building were still alive and aware of my presence. If they weren't aware, or alive for that matter, I was royally fucked.

"HEY!" I yelled again and shot my shotgun into the air before blowing the head clean off of a zombie running to my left. As if it were an apparition, a tall milk chocolate skinned man opened the gate doors as I ran into the safety of the concealed wall. He shut it in time before the hoard forced there way though. I put my hands on my knees and tried to take even breaths. The man walked over after he locked the fence and stood next to me as I tried to breath.

"We should probably get inside." the man said. I nodded and followed him inside the building.

"Thanks for that, man. I'd be goner if you hadn't opened that fence." I said still out of breath.

"No problem." he said with a pearly white smile. "Name's Luther West." He said holding out his hand.

"Alida." I said shaking his hand. He smiled at the fact I was still out of breath.

"Jesus, how long were you running out there?" he said with a joking tone.

"About 2 or 3 miles." I said as I wiped the sweat from my brow. It was so dark inside the building, everything being lit by candles or torches, my eyes refused to adjust behind the sun glasses.

"Well, your welcome to stay with us as long as you would like." he said.

"Thanks. I don't know where I would go. I just crashed my plane." I said with some anxiety. How was I going to get to Alice now? There were thousands of zombies at the gate, now knowing where the last humans were.

"Damn." Luther said.

"Hey, Luther what was that-" a woman said walking up to us.

"Hey, Crystal, this is Alida, Alida this is Crystal. She was an aspiring actress and now she's our cook." Luther said as he introduced us.

"Hey." I said as I shook her hand. "That's great that you guys have warm food. I've been living off of canned fruits and beans for the last what 5 years."

"Jeez!" Crystal said with a smile. "Well, welcome to the prison."

"Thanks." I said with a little chuckle.

"Who's this and how did she get here?" a medium height man said. A shorter Asian man stood next to him.

"Bennet this is Alida. Her plane crashed, she ran here." Luther said, rolling his eyes, clearly not amused by the man.

"Is the plane still flyable?" Bennet asked.

"I parachuted out before it crashed into fire and pieces." I said looking at Bennet, did he not know the meaning of crash? He reminded me or a mouse or a raccoon. He rolled his eyes and sat down on one of the cafeteria benches.

"He's pleasant." I said under my breath, Luther laughed.

"You get used to it." He said as he lead me up the stairs opposite of where we came in. I chuckled under my breath.

"So, we have basic outline of a prison system. Cells, the cafeteria was down there, then you have the showers." Luther said. I raised my eyebrow and wondered if he could see them from behind the monstrous sun glasses.

"You have showers?" I asked.

"Running water too." He said with a smile. We stood outside the shower room in awe.

"I could cry or kiss you Luther." I said. "I haven't had a shower in about 5 years except for the occasional rain and sponge bath." I looked up at him.

"It's all yours, I'll go get you a towel." he said as he walked of leaving me standing there with a big grin on my face and eye's as wide as a child's on Christmas morning.

"Here ya go." he said. "Oh, we unfortunately don't get hot water but its a shower nonetheless." I nodded and walked to a random shower stall. I took off the sunglasses and waited a second for my eye's to truly adjust to the dark. I then took off my shirt and tuned the water on. I let the water hit my face. So much anticipation to the actual shower the majority of my clothes were still on. As I was about to take my bra off I heard a low unmistakable throat groan. I walked over to where I had heard it. I moved a shower curtain which revealed a man cowered.

"You're sick!" I yelled alerting Luther. The man looked up at me and gasped. There was fear in the man's eyes. "Fuck." I said as I realized my glasses were off, purple eyes shown to all.

"Luther! Luther!" the man yelled. Luther ran into the room and scolded the hiding man. When he looked up at me he had a shocked expression.

"Wait, please let me explain." I pleaded backing away from the two men.

"What are you? Are you infected?" Luther began asking questions.

"Please let me explain! Please!" I pleaded more and more. I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head and then darkness.