Ashleigh Yzerman had no idea how this all began. One moment she was sitting at home, watching television, when the power suddenly went out. She went downstairs to ask her mother what the problem was, and was horrified to find her father hunched over her mother, eating organs from her insides. When her father turned to her, he didn't look like himself. His eyes were blank, his skin twisted and his teeth rotting. When he stepped toward her, his hands were outstretched and there was a frightening moaning coming from his mouth.

Ashleigh yelped and ran to the front door. She unlocked it and threw it open. Her father was only four steps away from her when she finally threw herself through the front door. She was hoping to find help, but then her hopes faded when she saw the same shit happening everywhere else.

Some man was being chased by the same type of person her father had become. She watched as one woman trying to climb into her car was bitten by one of the walking corpses. That's what they were... the Walking Dead.

"AAAAAAH!" Ashleigh yelped in terror as she felt her dead father's hands on her shoulder. She shook him off and turned, stepping back and tripping, falling on her back. Her dead father snarled and stepped toward her, reaching down. Ashleigh grabbed a wrench lying on the grass nearby. It was the same wrench her father had always used in his work.

Just as her dead father reached down for her, Ashleigh slammed the wrench into the side of his face, splattering blood on the lawn as he fell. Ashleigh slammed the wrench in her dead father's face three more times before breathing in relief.

She couldn't believe what just happened. Her father must have died sometime earlier and reanimated. But how? Not wanting to get caught up with more of these walking dead, she turned and ran down the road, taking care to avoid the zombies.

Not Too Far Away...

Three Blocks Away...

Hofferson drove down the road, looking around. He'd seen the terrors of what the zombies were capable of, but he didn't expect it to happen just like this. As he was driving down the street, the truck rolled over the body of a zombie. The bump sent the truck wobbling and nearly crashing off the road, but luckily, Hofferson hit the brake, stopping just in time.

"Ah, shit," Hofferson muttered, shaking his head. "What the fuck was...?" And then his eyes widened at what was racing toward him. "OH SHIT!"

And then it was upon him.

Outside the Suburbs

On the Run from the Undead...

Ashleigh was breathing heavily, fighting the urge to stop and rest as she ran. She didn't want any more of those walking dead things grappling her. She continued to run as fast as she could, despite her panting. She turned to look behind her, spotting at least two corpses doing their best to catch up with her.

Big mistake.

With a startled yelp, Ashleigh tripped over a small pebble and crashed down on the ground. She tried to get back up, but with a horrified revelation, she realized that she'd twisted her ankle.

"Aah... Ouch!" Ashleigh cried.

The moaning sounds got closer. The first of the two corpses was now looming above her. It knelt down and reached around her neck and leaned in to take a bite out of her. Ashleigh pushed back on it, fighting to keep it from biting her. Then the second corpse came up and started to kneel down. Ashleigh knew there was no way to fight off both corpses.

Suddenly, the second corpse' head splattered with blood as it collapsed to the ground. The first zombie looked up to see a man approaching, holding a Magnum.

"Go to hell," the man snapped, pulling the trigger.

Ashleigh panted, relieved to still be okay. Then she looked up at the man holding the Magnum. He looked with concern at her and seemed a bit worried as he reached down to help her up.

"Are you bit?" he asked.

"No," Ashleigh responded, grasping his hand and gratefully accepting his help. "I was almost bit though. But thanks to you..."

The man held up his hand. "DON'T thank me."

"But..." Ashleigh started.

"No, I mean it," the man said, "I can't accept it. You were just lucky I happened to be around. You should be more careful." And then he noticed the way Ashleigh was hunched over, grasping her right leg. "Your ankle..." he stated.

Ashleigh whimpered for a moment. "I... think I... twisted it back there..." she gasped.

"Ah, shit," the man murmured, as the sounds of more Undead sounded around them. "They'll be drawn to the smell of a fresh wound. Looks like you're coming with me." He put his hand around her shoulder and headed to the forest just across the street. There was an old hut in there where they could rest and be safe from the swarms of Undead rampaging along out there.

And then, suddenly, a group of Undead shifted and made their way after the two.