I don't want to die like this," Denise said. She had her hands on the metal bars, and was looking at her fellow inmates. She walked over towards her boyfriend Ben.

"I know what you mean. I came here thinking I'd be safe. What a lie that was." Janice added.

Ellen had her fingers over her mouth. It seemed like she was afraid of saying something. Leland was sitting beside her, holding onto his legs. Jacob hadn't arrived yet, and Brittany was taken away for questioning. Leaving the others to wonder what was going to happen to them.

"Do you think they're going to kill us?" Leland asked in a shaky voice.

"I don't know. They might." Denise said trying to be honest.

They listened to the sound of a door opening, and watched as guards came walking towards the cell. They unlocked the door and walked inside.

"Okay we have our orders. We have take the rest of you down for," the guard paused for a second,"questioning. Except for you two." He indicated Denise and Ben.

Leland and Janice were pulled from the cell. Ellen walked out with all the grace she had left. Leland was screaming from fear. The door closed leaving only Denise alone with her love.

"Ben," Denise said," how did you become like her?"

The question caught Ben by surprise. "She bit me. I guess it's like the zombie disease." He moved a piece of her hair from her face.

Denise wanted to ask something, but was having a hard time asking it. "Could you bite me."

"What?" Ben asked. He was stunned by her question. He held onto her shoulders gently. "You don't know what your asking.

"I'm going to die anyway. I know it. If you bite me, then I can be with you, until the end. Please, I don't want to die this way."

"I couldn't hurt you. Besides, you don't want to be like me. It's not life." Ben said.

"Please, end this form of existence. I don't want to die by the hands of my father or any other way. I want to be with you."

Ben back away from her slightly. He couldn't hurt her. He couldn't kill her. For the first time in his life he felt a tear fall from his eye. He couldn't believe that he was crying. Denise walked over to him slowly.

"Please. I love you." Denise whispered into Ben's ear.

Ben looked into her eyes. There was no other way. He knew it to be true. That her father was going to kill her, and probably him to. He took in a deep breath.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Denise nodded. Ben held her in his arms. She placed an arm around his back. Ben slowly place his teeth into the flesh that covered her neck. He slowly placed her on the ground and watched her die. All the life left her body, and he was left alone. Denise's body began moving again. She let out a ghastly scream, and her body became motionless again.

She soon blinked her eyes back open and say up. Ben bent down beside her. He placed a hand on the side of her face.

"Do you remember me?" He asked.

"I think so." Denise said touching Ben's face. He touched her hand.

"Parts of your memory are missing right now, but they will come back, I promise you."

Ben kissed Denise. Together forever in death.

Brittany was sitting inside a cage. She wasn't sure why. She didn't even know who she was anymore. She glanced down to see her bloodstained shirt. She began to panic a little. The cage door was suddenly opened. She backed away from it, frightened. Hands reached in and pulled her out, by grabbing a hold of her shirt collar. She tried to stay inside the cage, but couldn't. She was pulled out and forced onto a cold floor. She looked up to see a man, and two others beside him.

"Don't be afraid. Your just getting used to a slight change," the man said.

She lifted herself off the ground to have a better look. She was in a small room.

"You can talk. Don't be afraid of me."

"Who are you? I've seen you before, but I can't remember anything."

"Your memories will come back after a while. I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I just wanted to make sure if you were alive or dead." He turned and walked out the door. His long cloak sliding against the floor.

She watched him leave, not sure how to fell. She looked back at her shirt. Slightly afraid of what she might find, she had to know what was going on. She slowly lifted her shirt up a little. There was a large wound. It went across the lower part of her abdomen. She let go of her shirt and began walking backwards until a wall stopped her. She slowly fell to the ground.

"Oh my God," she muttered with in shock,"what's happening?" She could fell her body shaking, and her heart. Her heart wasn't beating, her body was moving. She was breathing, she able to talk. It was just that she couldn't fell her heart beating.

"My heart isn't beating, but that would mean," she stopped.

Suddenly her mind became full of memories. All at once, they came into her head. She grabbed her head and screamed. Being born, her dad and her mom. Birthdays, deaths, pain, joy, sadness. She saw herself being forced onto a table. People, wearing hooded cloaks were all around her. They cut into her, they killed her. She opened her eyes once again, she was alive. Then there was darkness.

"No," she muttered standing up. "No, I can't be dead. I'm alive, I'M ALIVE!"

Charlene was walking down the streets of the dead. She knew who had let in all the zombies. It was the girl her and her friends had picked up. The girl who came into town a new person. Someone who was looking for a new life. A new chance. Now she had lost it. Everything built up to her demise.

She managed to survive being on her own. She was better suit at handling herself than a lot of people gave her credit for. Men had kidnaped her. They took her to outside the city and had left her for dead, but she survived. She found a place to hide out. She came back to this place of death. The walking dead eating what ever was in their path.

She looked down the street to seeing a woman being devoured. She knew that the woman had a child. A daughter. The same daughter who had talked to her acquaintance Charlie. She knew what was going on better than most. She knew who the men were working for and why. She knew, because she could read their minds. She was one of the last mind reader's around.

She hated having this gift. She hated knowing things that people would want to keep secret. She hated it all, but now she found it handy. Now it was a way for her to stay alive. Perhaps to even help others out of their own hell.

Jacob awoke at last. His head was sore, and his body was still in pain. He was lying on the floor. He wasn't sure where he was, but he knew how he had gotten there. They left him there because they didn't know what to do with him. He slowly stood up, and walked towards the door. It was locked, but it was worth the effort.

He allowed his knees to fall back to the floor. He began thinking to himself about all that had happened, about his past. It was his fault that Charlene was here. He had brought her to her death. He thought they would be hunting this demon together.

This had all begun with his brother. Why did he even decide to go on with this mission? He never believed it to be true until now. His brother had disappeared for nine years. Then he just walks back into his life. He goes on and on about how there is evil in this world. Rambles about a cult and a plan to kill everyone on earth. Then the zombies attacked. Alone and scared, he went with his brother. They searched as far as they could, but couldn't find anything.

His brother was shot by someone who he couldn't see. He tried to go after him, he went on this mindless chase. He only found himself in the small town of Yuma. There he found the book, he found dead members of the cult. But still couldn't believe they were responsible for anything. Turns out they were. They had killed someone whom he could have loved. Someone who could have been his partner, his confidant.

He felt the pain growing stronger inside of his body. Even though it wasn't healed, it still felt pain. He wanted the pain to stop, but it wouldn't go away. The pain reminded of her, of Charlene. Even if she was dead, she was still pretty. In her way, she was a romantic. She was a fallen angel really. He was in love with her, at the least had a crush on her. He had one ever since he first saw her, even though he thought she was a little crazy.

He looked behind him and saw an air vent. He came to a conclusion. He decided that he wanted to be with her. He was dying, but he could be immortal. He could be just like her. They could look out for each other. He dragged his body over to the vent and managed to pull off the cover. He smiled and began crawling through. He was going to be with her, no matter what.

I was standing at the front gates that protected the hotel. They were closed, like always. The poor rich people. They pretend to care, but all they want is more money. They should die, just like the rest of them. Make their blood spill, do it for me!

I climbed the front gates carefully. The slender poles weren't an easy climb, but I made it. I dropped from the top. I broke a few of my bones. I heard them crack. If I were alive, I would have felt them. Since I was dead, I just went on. I walked towards the hotel. Their was a downpour of rain, and thunder behind me. I had my target, I had my goal. I wanted them to suffer, I wanted them to bleed. No on gets away from hell.