DISCLAIMER: ALL THE FEATURED CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER...

~~ Zombie Outbreak ~~

Summary: After Edward left, Bella decided to move to Phoenix. Two years later an epidemic spread out ranging outwards, leaving numerous of infected people suffering and then killing their own fellow humans. Only a few survivors were left in the dying state and were isolated from the rest of the world. Now Bella and the others are striving to endure and hope for their survival. Would Edward come to her rescue?

Previously...

Renee sighed and wiped the sweat forming on her forehead. "Actually, we need to leave tonight because they have practice tomorrow, but we'll let you unpack and settle first, before we go," she replied sadly and visibly tired. I wondered if she slept well last night. She seemed sad that she'll be away from me even if she just got here. I smiled sadly at the thought. At least I know that she loves me.

We all ate dinner after Renee and Abby helped my fix my stuffs in my room. Abby was going to sleep with me since she didn't want to sleep alone in the guest room. The dinner was jolly with Abby eating with us. The meatballs on her spoon kept on falling before she can even place it in her mouth so she just used her hand to eat it. Renee laughed but Phil scolded at her for behaving that way. She just smiled sweetly and innocently at her uncle, which made me smile.

After dinner and saying goodbye to mom and Phil, Abby and I went upstairs and prepared for the night. Abby slept soundly on my bed as I made myself comfortable on the rocking chair with my favorite book. All in all, the night was silent besides a faint scream of pain that can be barely heard from afar...

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Chapter 2

I dropped my book, startled at the unexpected sound. I looked around the room, confused, with my heart thumping frantically. I sighed as I assessed that everything appeared untouched and the same. I didn't know that I had fallen asleep until I was awaken by the scream coming from outside. Curious, I immediately stood up and walked over to the window.

The street was empty apart from the drunken man that was walking with a bottle of beer in his hand. He shouted something I can't comprehend and then threw the empty bottle at the black cat that passed by him. I averted my gaze towards the house on the far right, three houses from the second block. The lights were all off and the windows seemed to be completely sealed. I was baffled, pondering on the reason why someone would barricade their house.

After a moment, I slowly analyzed the other things that attracted my attention. All the streetlamps were lit with tinted orange light, but one seemed to have been older than the others, which explained the flickers. The flicker of lights, on and off, soon died off and produced constant darkness on the part it should lit.

I was momentarily attracted to the darkness as though something would soon come out of it. I shook my head as I realized that I had been staring far too long.

I moved away from the window as I heard the mewling of the cats around the corner. I was already used to it since I always hear it when I was still living here. But there's something different from it. The mewling sounded desperate and abrupt, not the normal leisure and calm that I have grown to be accustomed to hear. I stopped my breathing and focused on the sounds around me.

All I heard was the slow breathing of the child sleeping on my bed and the fainting mewls from the cats outside. The sound of their mewl soon died out and I shook away from the awkward feeling of wariness. I don't know why I was being so cautious today, when I have been careless back in Forks. But I was too preoccupied and curious to care.

It didn't fail my notice that there was this eerie silence again, which made me a little bit more wary than before. It was the same feeling I get when I feel that there's something wrong...something terribly wrong. I approached my door slowly, trying as much as possible to not make the floorboards creak with each step I make.

As I reached the door knob, I looked back at Abby's sleeping form. She consumed all the space in the bed with her small yet sprawled figure. She didn't seem to have heard the noise and so I gently and silently closed the door and sighed.

I made my way downstairs and convince myself that a glass of water would help me feel normal again. But as I approach the kitchen, there was a sudden knock on the door. I was frozen in place as I listened for the person to stop knocking and just go away. But he or she did what I least wish to happen. The knocking grew louder and impatient. It would probably wake Abby if it goes on any longer.

As Charlie taught me, I grabbed the closest thing next to me, which happened to be Phil's most prized baseball bat. I hid it behind me and turned towards the door, and took measured steps.

I slowly approached the door, clutching the baseball bat tighter within my hold. Blood was pounding against my ears as though my heart was right beside it. I felt the chills ran down my spine as I thought about the possibilities that can happen if I open this door.

The movies always make some kind of suspense music playing on the background as the character move towards the door as though a killer would be just right outside, waiting for their victim to open the door for them so they could get a good stab on their chest. This was somewhat familiar, at least that was what I was telling myself. I shook away from the crazy thought as soon as I realized I was comparing my situation to that of the movies.

Now I wish I didn't immerse myself into watching horror movies during my depression state so I won't be forming this kind of crazy assumptions. But then again, I couldn't undo my actions.

I took a deep breath and used my free hand to hold on the knob. I momentarily stopped, suddenly scared but then I convinced myself to just open the door and deal with whatever will happen and I did. I stopped short as I recognized the figure in front of me. I was speechless, relieved and yet confused. I dropped my supposedly called weapon with a thud. I know that I was relieved to see this person again, but all I could think of now is:

"What are you doing here?"

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A/N: Thank you for the reviews on the previous chapter, I was ecstatic when I saw them. I hope this is any good even though it's short. I just wanted to update before I go to my grandma's house. I was wondering if you guys can figure out who the 'person' is. I'll dedicate the next chapter to those who'll manage to guess right. :)