A/N - Chapter II is up for your reading. Not as long as the previous one, but nevermind. Bare with any mistakes, as I'm still getting used to uploaded chapters and sorting them out. I've read through a few times, so if there are any mistakes, I've overlooked them by accident. Chatper III will be up hopefully tomorrow, but it depends on whether I finish it by then. Please R&R, though only constructive comments please. Thankyou, and enjoy.

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Chatper II

Dead Man

The red SUV jumped into action, and the three members of the Harris family fastened their seatbelts. Mr Harris checked the mirrors and moved off from the side of the road. It wasn't until half way down the street that he remembered that the city was infested with the walking dead. There was no time for being the careful driver. Quickly, he pressed the accelerator and shifted the car into fourth, slowing only slightly on the corners.

The main road was blocked with various police barricades. The scenes showed strong battels to contain the infection, but to no success. The police hadbeen overrun by the monsters, and the sounds of gunfire had long faded. The only sounds now was that of the zombies, which mingled inwith the silence that surrounded the city. The entire police force were spread over the road and cars, their blood mixing and forming a gleaming red carpet. The battle hadn't been over for long, and the air was still filled with the scents of fresh death.

Amie felt sick from the sights and buried her head in her hands. She could feel the jolts as the car went over both zombies and officers alike. She was forced sideways when the car sped around corners, and the feeling of nausia increased inside her. The exit out of town was only a kilometre away, but the barriers were making it hard to get out via the main road, and the driver had to backtrack frequently due to dead ends and blockades.

"I'm sure we've already been through here." Mrs Harris was growing more nervous every timethey reached a dead end. It felt much safer in the comfort of her own home, where the zombies were held back by a television screen. It was the best protection she had; even better than the force.

"Don't worry, dear. We'll find a way out." Mr Harris tried to remain calm, but he was feeling the same as his wife. Each familiar road and blockade was making him more nervous about their chances. The streets were already growing much more dense with the dead each minute. The thought of giving up had crossed his mind, but when he looked at his family, he knew he had to survive even if was just for them.

They came back to the main road after 10 minutes of hopeless driving through the back streets. The road was clear of any obstacle for about 200 metres. Mr Harris slowed to a stop and examined the road ahead. A mass of monsters were crowding on the floor around many of the dead police officers. They looked, to him, like they were eating them. He shuddered, and looked across to his wife. She was staring into the distance looking extremely mortified at the thought of being eaten. Their daughter still had her head buried in her hands. She wasn't going to look up for anything.

"I don't know what to do. We can't go around them, the road isn't wide enough with all those police cars in the way." He looked out of the back window and saw a similar sight on the other side, except the monsters were approaching the stationery car. He had to decide quickly, and he only had one idea. They had to abandon the car and escape on foot. He opened the door on his wife's side, and spoke to both of the ladies.

"We have to go on foot. We can't get out of here, and those monsters are coming." He had expected the results of this crazy idea. Both of them had silently shook their heads in complete fear of being killed, but he had to get them somewhere safe. "Look. We don't have any other choice. If we don't move now, we will get eaten by those creatures. Do you really want that? Eh?" For the first time he had to be stern in his words. Never before had he even had to raise his tone. He believed in mutual agreements, but now was not the time for those. It was either go on foot, or be killed, and he knew which he preferred.

Reluctantly, Amie lifted her head and opened the door. She got out and went to her mother. "Come on, let's go." She spoke to her softly, and took her mother's arm. "I know how you feel, but dad's right. We have to get out of here." Her mother sat silent for a few seconds and finally gave in. She let herself be dragged from the vehicle and into the deadly streets.

"Let's cut through the alley's. It looks as though these creatures are spread out along the main roads." He led the way to a quiet-looking alley between two blocks of apartments. Being careful not to lose the two girls behind him, he led through the simple maze of passages. They trampled over boxes and trash, until they met a junction in the path. Both sides were blocked by a wire mesh fence. One side held a large trash container, the other a man who had obviously died from escaping the craziness.

Mr Harris approached the trash container and climbed up to have a clear view of what was on the other side. It led into car park. He recognised it immediately as the carpark near to the station. Perhaps they could call for help there. He jumped back down and told the women the plan.

"You two climb over the fence first. We'll head for the station and try to call for help from there. That is, if there is anyone to left to help us."

They agreed and Amie helped her mother onto the trash container. Mr Harris watched them as his wife mounted the fence. From behind him, he heard a shuffling and what sounded like a grunt. He turned on his heels and saw the 'dead man' get up from the floor. He didn't need to be told twice what it was. He looked over his shoulder to his family.

"Quickly, GO!"

"DAD!" Amie shouted from the top of the container.

"JUST GO! I'LL HOLD IT OFF! JUST LOOK AFTER YOUR MOTHER!" He was shouting back, even though he was close to her. He didn't want anything to happen to his girls, especially not this. He watched as Amie tried to get over the fence, but caught her foot and tumbled backwards from the container. Her mother screamed, and Mr Harris helped her up. "Quickly! Get back over!"

She had tears in her eyes, but got back up onto the container. The zombie was close to Mr Harris, and he tried his best to push it backwards, stepping back himself. He felt his legs hit the trash container. His efforts at pushing the dead man away failed. The zombie grabbed on to his arms and he was forced back against the container. He did his best to resist the attack, but nothing was helping. Amie, who had now got over the fence, was shouting and screaming. She grabbed hold of the fence to get back over, but her mother stopped her. "There's nothing you can do." Amie looked at her mother, and saw that her face was shining from tears. Despite how much she loved her husband, she knew it was pointless to try and help. There was nothing that could be done, without risking their own lives. And she knew he didn't want that.

The two ladies watched in awkward silence as Mr Harris fell victim to the zombie's bite. The creature began tearing flesh from his throat, blood gushing out from the revealed veins. He let out long, loud screams as he continued to push away. Every attempt was weaker than the last, until he could no longer hold on. Amie leant closer to the fence and gasped as she met her father's eyes. She could tell he was smiling, despite the pain he was in. She smiled back, and watched as the light in his eyes faded, and he made no more noise. The only sound in the air now was that of flesh being torn and ripped away from the body. Amie looked down, clutched her stomach, and threw up over the grass. She had never expected to, or wanted to, see something like that. Her mother put her arms around her daughter and hugged her tight. All around them, the scent of a fresh body began to awaken the other creatures around them. The sound of many feet shuffling on concrete and tarmac could be heard.

"Let's go, love. We need to get out of here." Her mother pulled her away from the sight, leading her by her shoulders, not looking back at her husband's mutilated body. They headed towards the police station on the other side of the road. It was their only chance of survival, they had to make it through.