I see infecto's coming from where I ran in. There's not as many as I thought. They're eating my family. I feel my eyes drowning in tears, no Lucille, you can't fucking do this. "Pull it to-fucking-gether Lucille. You need to bash each and everyone of these mother fucking cock sucking fuckers even if it's the last fucking thing you do."

As one of those infecto's with it's guts spilling out come my way I take a swing at its head. It falls down but I don't know if it's dead, well obviously it's dead, it's a fucking corpse, Lucille you dumb fucker. I stomp on its head to make sure it's not getting up to grab a snack any time soon.

"Lucille! Look out Lucille the monsters are there!" screeched my Dexter. I looked up and saw at least a couple dozen shambling and tripping over each over. Thank fuck the alley way is narrow or else I would be an all-you-can-eat buffet. I back up, quickly looking up at the ladder and found my little brother half way to the top. He's just looking, not moving, fuck, he needs me alive, I've gotta go. Now.

I sprint to the rusted old ladder, wondering if it will take my weight, I really should of kept to that diet, shit. I try and grab on to the ladder at the same time my bat and climb up. I can hear their dreadful moaning getting closer, I hear their jaws snapping at me as I try to climb the ladder. All of a sudden I feel something pulling me down, I look behind while hanging on for dear life to find a tall dead fucker pulling on my leg. I try and kick him off before he sinks his rotting teeth into my leg. Fuck. I knew I should've worn my boots instead of flats. As the corpse tries to take a bite out of me I try and climb up, but my hands are sweating, my grip is slipping and this fucker won't give up. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, there is at least three dozen of those cock sucking fuckers down there. I don't want to die, "I don't want to die!"

*BANG*

I suddenly feel the force on my leg give, I look down to see a nice clean hole through the hungry fuckers head. But who shot it? My little brother doesn't have a gun, I don't have one either. What the fuck is going on. Well whatever happen it allowed me to climb up the ladder. I don't look up, I don't look down, I just keep climbing while looking ahead.

My brother was already climbing over the top. He had Dyspraxia, a condition that affected his balance and hand eye coordination, which isn't very useful for him. I look up, I'm almost at the top myself when I see him leaning slightly over the building a little too much. Oh fuck no, he's going to fall.

"Dexter!" I screamed in a husky voice (fucking asthma). Dexter looked at me and lost his balance, he was wobbling and was going to fall in too the ocean of the dead below. "No!" I screamed, he can't die, I won't let him. As he was just about to fall I see something pull him over onto the roof while he let out a blood curdling scream. Oh fuck. It can't be. It can't be one of the infecto's. I feel my body stiffen. No, I'm not going to be frozen with shock, that's how mom died. That's right, the shock killed mom, I didn't, it wasn't me. Wasn't me.

I quickly climb my way to the top, almost losing my grip. I trip over the wall as I get to the top of the roof, catching myself before I smashed my face against the concrete.

I saw a big, strong guy standing over me. He had greasy black hair in a buzz-cut style. He had a square face, with oval brown eyes. He had pale, long thin lips. He wore a big, black leather jacket that was zipped to the top. As I looked further down I briefly saw his brown cargo pants and black biker boots before I heard his deep, husky voice say "Like what you see sunshine?". I look up to his face and see his thin lips curl into a half smirk.

"Fuck off, now where's my goddamn brother you asshat". Man my dad would of spanked my ass if he heard the language I was using, but it didn't matter. He was dead. He doesn't exist: never did.

"Now that's not nice." He said in an amused tone as his grin widened. I, however was not fucking amused at the moment, I saw someone, or something, grab Dexter and I wasn't going to lighten up till I see he is fucking okay.

I stood up, probably a little too fast but fuck it, I gripped my baseball bat even harder until my knuckle turned ice white, and then said in a deep voice (well as deep as it will allow a girl to go without sounding fucking stupid) "I'm looking for my little brother, Dexter. Brown curly hair, green eyes, was almost about to fall into that alley way. I know he's up here, now fucking give him to me. Or else." Man, I was fucking angry, all my attention was focused on him. Only him. I don't know why but it was.

I heard shuffling, so I directed my attention to the other survivors. There was five women, they were huddled up close to their, I'm assuming husbands, boyfriends or fucking partners. There were also three other guys in a corner discussing weapons. Fuck. I'm outnumbered, well no fucking matter because I knew my brother was alive, and nothing was going to stop me from seeing him. Nothing. No one. Ever.

"Hahahahaha!" It was the big guy in front of me. He was almost curled up on the floor nearly pissing himself. "Your beyond cute trying to intimidate me! And that threat at the end was just adorable" He said in between laughter.

"It wasn't a threat." I said in a monotone voice. Fuck, I'm really beyond pissed at this guy.

"Then what is it" He said in an even deeper voice while stepping closer and towering over me.

I stepped forward, gripping my bat so hard I loose all feeling in my hand. He was taken a bit by surprise but he stood his ground. I could hear his heavy breathing. His breath smelled like coffee. I fucking hate coffee.

"A promise" I answered him while snarling. Before anything else could of been said I hit him in the gut with my baseball bat. He fell down. Hard. I heard the women scurrying away taking cover, while the men grabbed weapons: crowbars; knives; even a fucking crossbow!

One guy tried to get the swing on me with his crowbar, but I just smacked his hand with my bat. He screamed. Ha, that will teach the asshole. Two other guy tried to get the jump on me while another attempted stabbing me. Turns out they didn't expect a young woman dressed in blue denim jeans, black flat shoes, an ' I 3 chocolate ' T-shirt with her golden (nicer word than ginger) hair in a ponytail. Before I could react I felt a guy grab me with a knife to my throat.

"Bitch you are going to fucking pay" I heard the guy say in a smooth, English accent. I think he was a bit pissed off. Okay, a lot actually.