(Dream sequence)

The night was nearly black, and I was walking down an old highway. Their was a large crack going down the middle. On my right, there were the ruins of what used to be civilization. Buildings ready to collapse, and piles of rubble everywhere. To my left was an ever going cemetery. I didn't know why, but I was following the crack in the highway. It had to lead to somewhere, but where? I looked to my left and saw a mausoleum. It had a gothic look to it. For some reason it had a large crack, on it's side. I looked back at the ground to find that what I was following lead to the gothic building.

I shrugged and decided to see if anything, of importance, was inside. I walked up through the dying grass and stopped in front of the steps. The steps that lead to the wooden door. I closed my eyes for a second continued forward. I slowly pulled the door open and walked inside.

The place had a simple design inside. It was made of marble, and was filled with tombs and coffins. One coffin rested in the center of the room. I walked down the single step and walked to the coffin. Despite how old the place looked, the coffin was dustless. In fact, it looked brand new. Their was a small golden rectangle in the top center of it. I looked and read the name 'Matt' (A/N: See Miss Queen B 's zombie stories) on it.

Blood began to ooze from the golden rectangle. I stumbled backwards, falling hard on the ground. Blood was also pouring from the sides of the casket. Someone was trying to force it open. I could barely see the fingers trying to force it open. The casket shook violently as 'Matt' tried to get out. I watched with shock in my eyes, wondering if he would break out! If he did, would he come after me?

I quickly picked myself up and the casket stopped moving. The building had become still. My eye wandered around the area. Suddenly everything was blackness, before the light came back into the building.

"It was your fault that he died! It was your fault!" Someone shouted behind me.

I turned around to see her, the girl who I had cursed for most of my life. She was covered in blood, and there was pure madness in her eyes.

(End dream sequence)

I immediately awoke, breathing heavily. Stupid girl, still having nightmares. I didn't know the dead could have night terrors. My eyes roamed the scene quickly. I was still in the car. I turned my head slightly, and looked out the window. I saw the scenery, but the scene wasn't moving. I lifted my head up and looked through the front window. The car wasn't moving. I turned to see if the driver was still here. He was gone. He must have abandoned you. And so soon to, well good riddance. Now it's just me and you, haha.

I pried the car door opened, and placed one foot on the hard pavement. I placed the other foot on the ground, and stood outside. I looked around. I was in a gas station. There was a slight breeze, but the sun was covered by grey clouds. The gas pump was in the car, filling it up with gas. I walked around the red car, and saw the vacant store. Just give up, he's not in there. He left you here alone. How does it feel being alone?

I walked over to the store and opened the broken glass door. A ringing sound went off as the door closed behind me. The place was a mess. Dust everywhere, and things spilled all over the tiled floor. I carefully walked around them, trying to be careful not to hit anything. I walked around a self, and to where the soda's were. The door was open, and a zombie was there gnawing on a the remains of a person's arm. So he must have died. Your still alone. All alone. The zombie growled at me. I walked backward slowly and turned around. Stupid greedy thing.

I walked out of the gas station store, the ringing bell went off again. I walked back out to the car. Looking out around the scene, everything was nothing more than a ruined mess. Hell had been released on civilization. And it didn't survive. This is the ultimate end. With only you left to suffer alone. I walked around the back of the car, and pulled out the gas pump. I placed it back on it's holder. Some gas had spilled out onto the ground. It had made a few small rivers of oil. River's that ran under the car.

I looked around once more. The whole scene seemed to odd. Stop being paranoid. You know what happened. Just go, and mourn loss somewhere else. I walked in between the car and the pump. I walked out a bit more onto the street. I saw a few small specks of blood on the ground. I bent down for a better look. It was fresh blood. Very fresh. It couldn't have been zombies. Zombies would have left a bigger mess. Not mention there would be more of them. I stood up and looked around once more.

A distant sound caught my attention. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound. It was coming closer to me. It was the sound of motor vehicles. They were still to distant to be identified. I listened and waited. The vehicles were coming closer to me, they weren't to far away now. Maybe less than a block or two.

A few seconds later, the vehicles quickly turned around the corner. There was three in total. Two jeeps, and one tanker, solid black. People filled inside of it. I watched the vehicles make the wide turn, and come to a screeching halt. I had caught all their attention, simply by standing there. One of them pointed a gun alarmingly at me.

"Talk!" He shouted.

"If you shoot me," I responded ", you'd be doing me a favor."

The man slowly lowered his gun. He was a young man. I looked to be his age. But in reality I was older than him. See, everyone knows you're a zombie. Why not just stay with your own kind? Screw the human race, let them all die the way they were meant to! I watched him. The others sighed in relief. One jumped out, she was a girl. A young girl, probably eighteen or nineteen. She walked around the jeep and over to me.

Her hair was long, and light brown. I could see the blonde streaks in her hair. Her eyes were warm and of a soft light blue. Her skin was similar to a porcelain doll. She looked so delicate, like she would break if anyone touched her. Stupid blonde. This girl will only hurt you in the end! Mark my words, she will hurt you!

"Hi," she said in a soft voice. "My name is Charlene. But most just call me Charlie. Do you have a name?"

"You just said my name. Charlene."

"Oh." She seemed slightly surprised that I had the same name as her. "Well, that's a surprise. Um...we are just out looking for supplies." She looked at the car behind me. "He's safe. We found you two a while back. He was asleep. Some how, he was wounded. A large cut on his side, and one across his throat. Luckily, we found him in time. We took him back to our base, it's only a few miles outside of this town. We can take you there, if you want."

I made her nervous. I could sense it. She didn't feel comfortable around me. I nodded yes. She smiled and turned around. I followed her into the jeep. I managed to fit in the back, amongst all the equipment and supplies they had. I can't believe your going to trust these...these humans. The man who was holding the gun stood up and pointed forward. The jeep immediately jerked forward.

The girl turned to look at me. The wind blew her hair wildly, making her appear more like a doll. "Um..I really ought to introduce everyone. This is Benny." She said pointing to the driver. She turned to the other side of her. "This is Leland." Leland was the guy who had wanted to kill me.

The two men were very different in appearance. Benny had short brown hair. I couldn't see his eyes' or face because he was turned away from me. He was much more toned and muscular. Leland had slightly longer jet black hair, and was thinner. He had a cheesy smile, but had very kind dark green eyes. I smiled and waved.

"Okay," Charlene went on. I couldn't imagine calling her Charlie, it didn't fit her. It didn't fit her at all. "Now, we're one of the very last surviving places around. There are a few others. We have contact with the others, via radio. Most of the people are very nice, but there are some who can be harsh. Our boss, Mr. Hanikle, is nice just as long as you don't create to much trouble for him. If anything does go wrong, talk to his wife. She is truly the nicest person you'll ever met. She'll help you out of mess."

Charlene smiled. I nodded and gave a small smile. Charlene turned around and placed herself comfortably between the two men. We drove for an hour, or so, until we finally reached their home. It was surrounded by a large wire linked fence. The fences were covered by electric wiring. There was a watcher, standing inside a large outpost in front of the entrance. The entire outside looked intimidating. The man nodded and pushed a button to open the gate.

We drove inside the gate for a few miles. We drove through the crowds of people. Leland kindly told me that they were either newcomers or were the poor. Poverty still exists. Humans will never change. They just seemed to wander around aimlessly. They had set up random shops, and sleeping locations. We soon came to a large brick building. Their were two metal gates for the entrance. I saw what was on the other side of the brick fence. One large building. It had to have been an office place before. The rich live here. Those bastards.

The gates opened with a creaking noise. We drove inside. This would be the start of my new life. A new place to call home...how long will it last?