Sm owns everything Twilight and so on.

Now because of the pain I was in yesterday and the Christmas holiday coming up quickly I will post back to back today at least three chapters. I hope you all enjoy them.

Now on with the story!

Chapter 13

B-POV

"We need help! Edward, Bella, anybody please! His leg is broken and I think I have a concussion. I want to sleep so badly. The rest are dead and I don't know where in the hospital I am? Please!"

Carlisle's words crackled in my ears making them stuffed up like someone shoved cotton in there. Every sound was muffled, the people around me talking, crying, the pops of gun fire. I took off to the house to try and reach Carlisle seeing as he has my dad's radio. I needed to hear what he was saying. I needed to know who we were going to rescue.

"Carlisle? Carlisle are you there? Pick up Carlisle!"

All I could got is static. Nothing but static. I prayed he didn't fall asleep in the amount of time it took me to run into the house. I hoped whoever was with him was still able to talk. After a couple of minutes of listening to nothing but static I tried again more urgent then last time.

"Carlisle? Carlisle? Answer dammit!"

The static of the radio came through until the crackling came on once again signaling Carlisle was there. When his voice came through even shaky and weak sounding it was music to my ears. Everything was clear again. Someone had taken the cotton out and I could hear again with clarity.

"Bella? Oh thank god someone was there. We are in some kind of storage closet on the first floor. I've set his leg with the supplies that are here, but he's going to need a cast."

My stomach was rolling as I waited for him to tell me who was still alive. So I asked the question I was dreading the answer to.

"Who is going to need a cast Carlisle?"

As I waited for him to speak the static from the walkie talkie lingered in the air. I wanted to shake him to get the answer out. My whole body was locked in a ridged pose and my breathing was bordering on labored. My grip was so tight on the radio that the touch from my mother's hand jolted me tossing the radio into the air and making me jump away from her to dive for the radio that was the only link to the people inside the hospital. I was one moment away from insanity when Carlisle's voice came through again.

"Charlie. When we flipped the bed on its side for coverage from the walkers, the rail came down on his leg and broke it. We had stocked up the ambulance outside. The bus isn't going anywhere. The bus is on its right side because Jacob hit the hospital sign on the way in. Too many zombies are here. The car was on fire and he had to swerve to stop us from hitting it. We are almost out of ammo and…..and…are you still there?"

The RV must be unloaded by now because everyone was standing around the living room and sobs could be heard along with sniffles.

"Yes Car, we are still here. What happened to Peter, Eric and Jake?"

Once Carlisle named my dad I lost it and hugged my mom as tight as I could. He was still alive, he broke his leg, but he was still alive. Edward squeezed my shoulder and took over for me seeing as I couldn't really talk right now.

"Edward? Your there?"


"Yeah Car I'm here. What happened to the other guys Car?"

"Jake dragged us in here. He's sitting right next to me. He is loading our guns with the last of the ammo now. Eric was taken by surprise and killed by those things just after we made the first trip to the ambulance. Peter saved my life by pushing me out of the way when we escaped the room where Charlie's leg was broken. We got to the closet because it was the closest door in our path. The bottom floor is full of those damn things. When Peter pushed me in the closet I
smacked my head on one of the racks holding gauze. I have a really nasty cut from what Jake was saying."

So Jacob was still alive? Leah was on the floor holding her little brother like a lifeline and was repeating 'he's alive he's alive he's alive' over and over as she shook with sobs. Tyler was sitting on the couch behind everyone. Face blank of any emotion and tears rolling down his cheeks. Poor Charlotte was being rocked back and forth in Emmett's arms as she whispered 'not him, please not him'. I felt badly that Peter died knowing them both him and his wife personally, but I also knew that Peter wouldn't have done the self-sacrificing
shit without a reason either. There had to be another reason why he saved Carlisle. Not that I am not grateful that Carlisle is alive. He has a two year old son and a pregnant wife that is carrying his daughter. He has his brother Edward and a niece, baby Katie. Peter just had Charlotte when it comes to family. Does that make his life any less worthy to live? No it doesn't, but that's what happened. It's hard when you know that one good man saved another and we might
never know the reason why?

Instead of hearing any more I went directly to where my father kept the guns. I was going to get my father out of there and if I had to, I would do it alone! Edward came up behind me along with Emmett, Jasper, Dougie and Rose. Leah wanted to come too, but I didn't know how good she would be with a gun and we couldn't take the chance of losing her in case she lost Jake. Although her husband needed
her, her kid brother needed her more right now. So I promised her we would do our best to bring him back alive and turned back around to the ammo. I was only going to take people with us who were crack shots, or could hit the head in less time than it took to reload.

That was one of the reasons why I told Alice that we needed her here. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she was shit with a gun. Rose had told me that she needed to bail Alice out a few times by the pharmacy when Edward was getting the pills. So I had a better understanding of what to give her when it came to weapons. She was amazing when it came to hand to hand combat, but a shit shot when it came to a point and shoot weapon. Go figure.

Dougie, my loveable, sweet, and funny as hell little cousin was loading up with guns and ammo when Em had to remind him to not be a hero. Although funny as hell, Dougie is the type of guy who would give you the shirt off his back and would put someone else's life before his own. He is the ultimate martyr; Em didn't want his superman nature to get in the way. Neither of us could lose him. After Dougie promised the both of us he wouldn't do the Spiderman bit and glanced over his shoulder at his girlfriend Kera we both let it go. In his own way he was telling us that he had something to be selfish about. I eyed Edward, suddenly selfish sounded like a good word.

After loading the guns and ammo we headed out to the dragon. I took a deep breath and hugged my mom goodbye and told her I would bring dad back as

Long as he wasn't bitten, and it looks like Edward said the same to Esme about Car. As we pulled out I noticed we were two people heavier. Paul had somehow convinced Em that he was a crack shot, Edward knows as well as I do that the kid is a loose cannon when it comes to his attitude. He is too damn cocky for his own good. Mike had somehow convinced someone to let him come along for the ride. So if you put a gun in his hand and saddle him up along with a bunch of real shooters he becomes a man? But if he is around a bunch of bitches like Lauren and Jessica he screams like his company and pisses his pants? I had a bad feeling about those two being here.

"Why do you guys call them munchers?"

Dougie looked at Em with a smirk on his face and mirth in his eyes. Emmett gestured to Rose. Rose rolled her eyes and smiled back at Dougie.

"In high school you had a bunch of stoner's that went there right?"

Dougie eyed Rose with his eyebrow raised in a challenging manor and waited for the explanation for the nick of name. When she gave him a pointed look like she was saying that she was waiting on a verbal answer he rolled his eyes and spoke.

"Yeah, I think every school has stoner's in it. What does that have to do with the zombies?"

"Did you ever watch them? The stoner's?"


Dougie looked at Rose and rolled his eyes giving an exasperated sigh before he answered her again.

"A few times I did. Like at parties and shit. They did pretty funny things when they were fucked up. Why?"

Rose waved her hand in a dismissive manner and smirked at my cousin.

"Well if you watched them more than just at parties you would have got this already. At my school the stoner's would get fucked up before hitting the lunch line. When they showed up half way through lunch they always reeked and every other word out of their mouths was 'Munchies' and they grunted when they ate. So
we started calling them the Munchers. They could completely clear out any leftover food and would often say they were still starving after eating a huge meal. Now granted it is zombies that I am calling munchers and not a bunch of kids who are just high, but the similarities are the same. They grunt, they reek, and they eat endlessly. Hence the name munchers."

Dougie smirked at Rose shaking his head and nudged Em in the ribs like Emmett wasn't paying attention to Rose's explanation.

"Well now I get it, but I'm still going to call them meat bags."

Rose arched an eyebrow at Dougie and smirked at his nick name.

"Why do you call them meat bags?"

"Because they are walking around all dead and shit. Think about it. There organs don't work anymore, there brain has to be dead if they are. Yet they are walking bags of meat. Hence the names meat bags."


Dougie threw some of her words back at her with a smirk on his face. Emmett cut the banter when he pulled up to the gate. We knew that a few of those things were still lurking outside of the gate, even if it was electric. We rolled down a few of the windows to take them out as we pulled out of the compound closing the gate behind us. Mom, Alice, Ben and Leah were outside with guns locked and loaded just in case a few got through ready to take them out at a moment's notice. As I pushed the button on the clicker dad gave me the gate opened and the few zombies that were there were hit with bullets from us dropping them where they stood. After we pulled all the way through I closed the gate and prayed that none of the munchers got through.

Mike was looking at his gun as I rolled up the last window. He looked confused and annoyed. When I asked him what was wrong he shrugged his shoulders and told me his gun must not be loaded. When I saw the gun he was holding I knew that wasn't the problem. I loaded the gun myself. The safety was on. After reaching over and flipping the safety off I let loose and huffed waiting for my impending explosion. I couldn't believe that we had an idiot who couldn't even tell that the safety was still on. We would have been better off bringing Alice with us. Just as I was about to explode with fury Jasper beat me to it. Jasper blew up at Mike asking if he ever even fired a gun before and Mike nodded his head yes.

"My parent's owned a sporting goods store of course I have shot a gun before."

Mike said with a scoff sounding offended at what Jasper was implying.

"Then how in the hell did you NOT know that the safety was still on?"

Jasper threw back at Mike as he narrowed his eyes at him.

"I am used to hunting rifles. I have never used a hand gun before."

"Hunting rifles? Like shooting dears and shit? Oh fuck! Have you ever even shot a moving target before?"


Emmett asked when he heard Mike's answer to Jasper's question. Mike dipped his head a little in embarrassment and gave a quiet 'not really'. Emmett pounded his fist on the wheel shaking his head before Mike starting talking again.

"I hit a deer last year in the leg and side when we were hunting. None of you asked if I knew how to shoot this kind of gun. You only asked if I knew how to shoot and I do. My dad took me to the shooting range in Port Angles. Just give me a chance. I only ever killed that one deer and I….."

Mike trailed off when Emmett's face turned an unnatural shade of red. Jasper was cussing under his breath and Edward had his eyes narrowed. I was taking deep breaths to try and calm myself before I lost it on this punk ass dip shit too. It wouldn't do me any good to lose it on him and slit his throat. We kill zombies, not morons.

Emmett made the random decision to start calling Mike 'Tons of fun'announcing to all of us why he was giving Mike that name. Because since he had gotten in the dragon at the store it had been one disaster after another. Hitting us in tidal waves. It started with the munchers at the store following us. Then a few of them getting into the gate from the parade that followed us from town. The radio call from the hospital that informed us that Peter and Eric were dead and my dad and Carlisle were injured and who knows what was wrong with Jake? All the while poking fun at the weight he has gained since his glory days on the football field in high school. It's not all Mike's fault though. These things could have happened without him being present. It was just a bunch of shitty luck. It could have happened if he wasn't with us and it wasn't fair for Emmett to put all of the blame on him. After all it wasn't Mike's fault he was a moron. I blame his parents and whoever agreed to let him come with us. Although I would love to change Mike's new nick name to Gomer Pile, but I think Emmett's new name for Mike isn't as insulting as mine is.

As Emmett rolled through town Dougie and Jasper were telling Mike what to do when hitting a moving target. It was like he was getting a crash course of gang training 101 by the directions they were giving him. If we couldn't find something for him to do, then we might as well leave his ass in the RV as a driver. As Emmett came upon the exit for the hospital he slowed down some. The news of the bus being on its side and a car on fire at the entrance made him cautious. We would all have to be cautious though. We were about to head straight into a building full of zombies who wanted to turn us into human tartar without the seasonings to rescue my dad, Edward's brother and our friend Jake. Who knows what we will find inside that building?

Emmett came to a slow crawl as he saw the last embers burning from the car in the way. He moved us to where we were closer to the exit then the entrance. The bus was tilted on its side and you could see the skid marks of grass, gravel and mud squished together showing just how far the bus skidded to a stop. The corpses ahead of us were in some sort of a dazed state. I had never really watched the living dead before. They moved with no particular destination in mind. Just wandering around aimlessly in what looked like a choreographed movement. Never running into each other, never speeding up or slowing down. They just moved around. Some going inside, some coming outside and as we came closer their heads turned towards us in some form of recognition of something warm to eat and maybe the loud noise? Just before Em turned the dragon off he told us all to watch each other's backs and that we weren't loosing anyone today. Just as I went to grab the handle Edward grabbed my head and pushed his lips onto mine. The kiss was warm, moist and full of passion. His tongue slipped into my mouth and danced along with mine for a moment or two before stopping the kiss and smiling at me.

"Sorry Bella, I just wanted to have kissed you just in case something happened to me out there."

Edward gestured to the hospital crawling with munchers through the window. I wanted to punch him in the face for the stunt he just pulled, but I didn't. I was angry because he could have done that before now. I was pissed that he pulled my focus off of helping my dad and his brother when he kissed me like that. But most of all I was livid because he kissed me like that when he knew we couldn't go any farther. We had a mission to complete and that was the reason why I was saving my anger for the zombies. When this was all done and everyone was safe again I would nut punch him and then kiss him senseless. So I rolled my eyes at him and hid my smirk as Emmett yelled at Edward for having just watched his cousin get kissed.

"Hey Don Juan Demarco can you cool the moves on my cousin long enough to save your brother and my uncle?"

"Sure Emmett. And don't call me Don Juan. I am no Casanova, just a man who has a thing for a beautiful woman."

Emmett made a puking sound from the front seat and yelled 'Lock and Loaded and Safety's off EVERYONE, Lets go'!

Mike took a few shots here and there while keeping his other hand on his ammo. He hit a few at a distance and after some coaxing from Dougie he finally hit the big guy with grey tights in the head. Mike jumped up and down like he just won the damn lottery. He was dancing around and didn't see the damn muncher coming up on his left hand side until a bullet flew past his head. The bullet hit the
muncher in the head and then Edward was shouting at Mike.

"Quit dancing, pay attention and hurry your ass up tons of fun or you will be the munchers next meal."

Mike blanched and then started laughing and he followed us while we all took shots at the dead coming towards us looking to eat us all. Dougie chimed in with his own words of wisdom.

"Hey tons of fun don't get too cocky. If it wasn't for me you would have never pegged Sir Rots A Lot over there between the eyes. Now pay attention like Edward said because if it wasn't for him you would have just become lunch meat a couple seconds ago."

Mike ducked his head sheepishly as Dougie gave out a hardy laugh. Munchers started moving closer and I took a shot at a little boy headed my way. After shooting him in the head I moved on to another one. It went this way for a while. Em, Edward, Jasper and Rose went into the hospital as Paul, Mike, Dougie and I worked on the munchers trying to thin them out a little. They just seemed to
keep coming and coming. It felt like for every one of them I killed two more took its place. I was always moving, never staying in one place long enough for the munchers to get me. They moved slowly at first and once they set eyes on their next meal they would gain momentum and started moving faster. Em had taken the radio so I had no way of knowing what was going on. Dougie stayed close to me as we dodged corpse after corpse shooting all the way around.

Paul and Mike, being the most inexperienced shooters made a game out of shooting the dead while Dougie and I made sure that those things didn't kill them. I noticed that Paul was watching me more and more between shooting his targets. He would try and ask me questions as I fended off the dead. I told him to shut up a few times and watch for incoming attacks from the munchers. This wasn't play
time on the playground. This was life and death and he wanted pointers. I shook my head and took another shot at a zombie that Mike let get too close to him. The gun fire from the building was getting louder and louder as the guys came closer.

Em appeared first carrying my dad over his shoulder and Edward came just after helping a sluggish Carlisle. Jasper, Jake and Rose were giving cover fire for Em and Edward. Mike screamed as the guys headed to the dragon. His mother was heading towards him and his hand was shaking so badly that if I didn't help him he would surely die. A zombie surged at me and Jake grabbed my arm hard to pull me way. He had yanked my arm so hard backward that he pulled my right arm out of the socket. The loud pop from my shoulder and the pain shooting down my arm made me scream out. Paul called the shot making the worst mistake ever.

Dougie told him he would get her and Paul didn't listen. Emmett let Carlisle and Edward on first while he shot at the munchers headed his way still holding my dad. Rose was behind the wheel and Jasper came over to help me out because I was now down an arm. He pulled me towards the ambulance with Jake trailing us. Just as I was about to turn away Paul pulled the trigger while still fighting over who would take the shot on Mike's mom?

The Bullet missed her head and went straight for my dad and Emmett. All I could hear was yelling and swearing and Jasper shoved me in the front of the ambulance and shut the door. The engines roared on both vehicles and Jasper shoved a pill in my hand for the pain in my shoulder. Just before Jake pulled us past the dragon I saw Edward helping Emmett pull my father who was now bleeding from the back into the RV. Emmett was holding his shoulder and Edward was yelling at someone inside. Between the pain in my shoulder, worrying about my dad and Emmett I didn't notice that zombies were following us or that I had lost the clicker to open the gates to the house.