Prologue
Billy sat down on his couch in his house outside of L. A and opened a book in his hand. He had his gun on the stand beside him. He grabs the remote and turns the T.V on as his phone rings. He sets the book down with a sigh and holds his phone. He puts the phone up against his ear. "Hello," He says,
"Hey, kid," His father, Shane Walsh, says.
"Hey, Dad," Billy says. "You okay? You already called this week,"
"Rick's been shot. He's in a coma, and they don't know if he'll wake up. It's been a few days, and I have been helping Lori and Carl," Billy sits up in his seat.
"Dad, I can come to Georgia and help out. I can come back to training next year," Billy tells his father.
"No, stay in L.A. Rick wouldn't want you leaving for him. I'll let you know if anything changes," Shane says. "Stay safe. You've seen the news right,"
"Yeah, that's why I'm home right now. How are Lori and Carl?"
"They are dealing with it. Schools have been shut down here. I've been staying with them and helping them out when I can," Shane says. "Pack a bag just in case. We don't know what could happen,"
"I already have one packed. I have grandad's Colt on the table and a handgun on my ankle," Billy tells his father.
"That's my boy. If things get bad, get to Georgia as quickly as possible," Shane says.
"I will; I love you, Dad. Talk soon," Billy says.
"Love you too," Shane says before he hangs the phone up. Billy lets out a sigh as he puts his phone away. He stands up and walks into his room, and grabs his bag. He makes sure he has ammo, food, medicine, clothes, and water in the bag before he goes back to the living room and sets it down by the chair. He walks to his cabinet and opens it. He pulls out his two tang blades that his Mama had left him. He sets them down by his bag. He gets ready to sit down when someone starts pounding on his door. He grabs his gun off the nightstand and walks over to the door. He looks in the peephole and sees a man on the other side. He opens the door, and the man pushes the door open and comes in. Billy shuts his door and aims his Colt at the man.
"Not nice to break into someone's house," Billy says.
"I'm sorry. I was attacked by some psycho out there who bit me," The man says. Billy lowers his gun and looks at the man.
"I have some medical training. My mom was a nurse. My dad's a cop. Can I look?" Billy asks the man, who looks around and nods as he sits down on a chair. Billy walks over to the man who lifts his shirt up to reveal a bite on his side. Billy goes into the kitchen and grabs a bandage and some alcohol. He walks back into the room and gives it to the man. Billy cleans the wound and covers it. "You should sleep. I'll be up, and we'll see how you feel when you up," The man nods as he lays down. Billy walks to his chair and lays down as the man goes to sleep. A few hours later, Billy opens his eyes and sees the man as he starts to stand up. Billy gets out of his chair. "Hey, man," Billy says. The man snaps over to him, and Billy could see that his eyes were different. The man growls at him and moves towards him. Billy moves away from the man as he runs into the chair. He pulls out his gun and aims it at the man. He shoots the man in the shoulder. The man steps back for a moment then starts to move again. Billy shoots him in the heart, and he keeps coming. "What the fuck?" Billy aims his gun at his head and pulls the trigger. The man goes to the ground and stops moving. Billy walks over to him and opens his eyes, and sees the man's eyes were different. He hears growls as whatever this man was hit his door. "Zombies, great," Billy says as to his swords and puts them around his back. The two sheaths were making an x on his back. He puts his bag on and holsters his gun. The power goes out, and the T.V turns off. "And the powers out. I'm going to Georgia," Billy pulled out one of the swords and walked to the door. He opens the door and stabs the first one in the head. He pulls his sword out as the other two come into the room. He pulls out the other sword and stabs the second one in the head, and cuts off the third one's head. He looks at the bodies and bends over, and pukes. He looks at the head, which opens its mouth and starts to chomp. "Note to self. Take out the brain," He stabs the head and puts his sword away. He walks outside and looks around. His friend usually drove him to training, but he had left for Texas. Billy sighs as he starts to walk down the road.
Westley sat down in the classroom. Another student sat next to him. Her name is Kyra. She was a year younger than him. The instructor Dr. Cole. Dismissed the class except for Westley and Kyra.
"You two are failing my class. With this flu going around, I am forced to cancel my class," Dr. Cole says. His voice was deep and loud.
Westley and Kyra share a look. "I don't understand," Kyra says.
"Let me finish!" Dr. Cole snaps. He clears his throat. "Once this flu goes away, the schools will reopen. And I will fail the both of you. But I feel generous, so I will give you two a second chance. You will work together and film a documentary," he continues.
"A documentary? About what?" Kyra asks.
"Anything you want. You have until the schools reopen," Dr. Cole says. "I will lend you two cameras. I suggest you two get busy and stay safe," he says. Westley and Kyra grab the two cameras and leave the building.
"This is ridiculous!" Kyra whines.
"No, it's a second chance, and we won't fail. Now let's brainstorm a topic, and we should start filming," Westley says. His phone suddenly starts ringing. Westley answers it.
"Hey, Westley, it's me… Drake. I wanted to check up on you… things are getting scary. Mom and dad, they uh… aren't feeling well. I would feel better if you came and stayed here for a while," Drake, Westley's brother, says.
"I can't, I'm not doing well in school. I have to stay, I have been givin' one last chance, or I will fail," Westley replies. Kyra looks at Westley as the two walk to her car.
"God damn it! Can you stop thinking about yourself and get your ass here!" Drake yells.
"...I have to go… Bye," Westley responds before hanging up.
"Who was that?" Kyra asks. She opens the back of her van doors, and they place the cameras in the back.
"My brother," Westley says.
The two arrive at an empty building where they sit up to their equipment. "So, what should our film be about?" Westley asks.
Kyra sits down on a metal foldable chair. "How about dogs?"
"Dogs? No," Westley responds. Westley sighs. He starts tapping his foot. "How ab-"
Westley was interrupted by a moan. He looks around, Kyra looks around. Kyra grabs one of the cameras and starts recording. "What are you doing?" Westley whispers.
Kyra looks at him and points the camera towards the moans. A woman walks from the darkness of the building into the lighter part. The two both freeze. The woman was holding her waist. Blood dripped from her waist. The woman had a chunk missing from her arm like someone had ripped her flesh with their mouth.
Kyra zooms in on the woman. Westley slowly walks over to the woman. "Help me!" the woman muttered.
Kyra walked forward as she filmed. "What happened? Did someone attack you?" Westley asked.
"My son… He was hurt… I tried helping him… he… he attacked m-me," the woman said. She suddenly collapsed.
"What are you doing? She needs help!" Westley shouts. Kyra ignores him and continues to film. Westley presses his fingers on the woman's neck. He looks at the camera. "She's dead!" he says.
Five minutes later. Kyra had quit filming. The two started packing their equipment. "We have to call 9-1-1," Westley states as he puts a microphone in a bag.
Kyra nods and grabs her phone. The two hear a slight moan. They both look at the woman who was slowly getting up. "I thought she was dead?" Kyra asks.
Westley looks at the woman, "Miss, are you okay? We are going to get you help," Westley calmly said. He walks forward towards the woman. Kyra puts her phone away and starts filming with the second camera.
The woman groans and hisses at Westley. The woman lunges at Westley. Westley doesn't know what to do; he pushes the woman away. The woman lunges at him again, this time knocking him down. Kyra drops the camera and rushes over to them. She pulls the woman off Westley. Kyra helps Westley up.
"Come on. We need to get the hell out of here!" Kyra says. She grabs the camera, and the two-run out of the building to the van. The two breathed heavily. "I think I know what our documentary is about," Kyra pants.