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Inspired by The Walking Dead.

Do you remember watching scary movies as a kid? You would hide behind a pillow and barely see the screen. The thought that there were monsters trying to get people was paralyzing.

That's how I felt as we fast approached the group of rotters on the road.

The fear that potentially, we could die. That they could somehow get us out of our car, they could grab us and bite and bite and bite, until we were nothing more than a pile of bones on the side of the road.

My sister sat in the back, praying. Her head bent over her daughter, whispering sweet things to the Lord.

Was there even a Lord anymore?

I watched in slow motion as we came closer and closer to them. As they swallowed our car and the only thing we could do was get through this horde of them.

We bumped along on the road, only then did I realize that it was because we were driving over the bodies of our neighbors, our friends.

And then the screaming started.

The gut wrenching, blood curdling, scream.

"Sam!" My sister sobbed, pushing herself against the window. "No, oh god, no!" Her roars of anguish filled the otherwise silent car.

"Leah, Leah, don't look. Please, look the other way." I pleaded, trying to turn her away from the window.

Tears were running down her face as her body wracked with sobs. Her fingers scraped at the door handle, attempting to get out. But, james pulled her back and away from opening the door.

"He's out there! I need to get him!" She struggled against the weight of James' body, pushing herself forward towards the door, and towards her husband.

"That's not him anymore, Leah." I quietly said, trying to break my sisters gaze.

"No! That's Sam! I need to get him!" She screamed, twisting her entire body to face the back windows as we pulled through the group of rotters.

"I need to go back! I need to get him!"

Her sobs filled the cab of the car.

The feeling that you get during those scary movies. The one where your stomach drops and you think you can't move. The feeling that you're stuck, paralyzed by fear. Paralyzed by death.

That was what this world has turned into.

...

The car was filled with Leah's sobs as we drove. Nobody could comfort her and nobody dared to try anymore. She sat there, rocking back and forth, as tears ran down her face.

"We need to find somewhere to stay. Some sort of shelter." My dad said as he continued to drive down the deserted road.

I nodded my head, "I don't know how safe anything is going to be. We don't know where these rotters are and with the sun setting we can't risk going somewhere unsafe."

"I don't know for sure," James stated, "but, my family lives on a farm out off of the highway. It's pretty secluded so I'm almost positive they're there."

Dad thought for a moment, "Lead the way."

Driving down the highway was eery. Instead of passing another car every couple of second, per usual, there were no other cars in sight. Not a single one.

Wouldn't you think that there would be somebody, anybody else out there?

The moon was casting little light. Almost completely blocked by the clouds.

"It's two turns up on the right." James murmured in the otherwise quiet car. My dad slowed as he approached the first turn.

"How far up?" Dad asked, slowing down even more.

"About two hundred feet up."

We turned into a gravel road and continued to drive.

"How long on this road?" I asked, looking out the window. The road was surrounded on both sides by trees, making it near impossible to see anything out the side of the car.

"15 miles or so."

Dad whistled. James was right when he said it was way out here.

We drove silently down the road. The soft baby whispers of Gracie, as she soundly slept in Jessica's arms.

There was a light wind and I could see the trees swaying in it, outside of the window. I turned away and twisted in my seat to look at my sister. She was curled into a ball, tears rolling down her cheeks.

My father slowed the car as we got closer and closer to the house. The trees suddenly opened up and there was a large house in front of us. The darkness made it impossible to see anything past the house, but I could tell there weren't trees there anymore. A wide patch of land most likely.

All of the lights inside the house were shut off, if James' family wasn't here, or if they weren't human anymore, we were screwed. We didn't have anymore options at this point. The dark made it impossible to see if there were these things coming towards us.

My father shut the headlights off as we pulled closer to the house, letting the little amount of moonlight guide us in the driveway.

I rolled my window down, hoping if there were any of these things out here, we would be able to hear them. Thankfully, everything was silent.

"You all stay in the car, I'll go up to the door and see if they're here." James said, reaching for his door handle.

"Hold on," my dad said, reaching towards the floor and sitting back up with a gun in his hand, "take this. Protect yourself."

"Aim for the head if there are any of the rotters." I told him, flashing him a quick smile.

He took the gun from my father and nodded his head at me. After gently kissing Jessica, James got out of the car and quietly shut the door behind him.

We watched as he walked up the front porch steps and slowly headed towards the front door. Our eyes were glued to his every move. As he rapped three times on the door, we listened for sounds of the dead. As he waited, we bit our lips. And then the door opened.

He waved to us, motioning for us to get a move on it, to hurry inside. I grabbed one bag, closest to myself, before slipping out my door and shutting it behind me. I slung it on my back before opening the rear door and reaching for my sisters hand.

When she didn't move, didn't even acknowledge my hand waiting for her, I reached in and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her out of the car. Her legs were unsteady and weak as I helped her walk to the porch. Jessica followed behind us with Gracie in her arms. My dad waited by the car, looking left to right, until we were safely on the front porch.

Stepping into the house, there was hustling and bustling all around. I'm assuming the woman was James' mother, proper introductions were not made. She grabbed Leah from my hold and helped her walk into another room. A comforting hand running her back. An older man, most likely James' father, shook hands with my father, before pointing towards the living room and nodding for us to go in.

After the front door was properly locked and a desk had been pushed up against it. We all settled into the living room to talk.

"I'm Jack, I'd like to say that it's nice to meet you but after what I've heard is happening, I don't think I'm able to." James' father cracked a smile and held his hand out to my father.

"I'm Charlie, these are my daughters, Bella and Leah, and my granddaughter Gracie." I smiled and sat down on the couch.

"I believe my wife, Susan, is with your other daughter. Which one would that be?" Jack asked, looking at me before looking towards the door where Leah and Susan had disappeared through.

"I'm Bella, my sister Leah is in the other room." I said nodding towards the door.

"Where are Ashley and Nick?" James asked, wrapping his arm around Jessica's shoulders. They were next to me on the couch. Gracie was still in Jessica's arms. My father sat down in a chair to my left and dropped the bag of guns he brought in, on the ground next to him.

"Sleeping. Everybody has been up worrying. I finally sent everybody else to bed a few hours ago. I've been up making sure everything stays good. Your mother woke up only a little bit ago."

"How many people are here?" My father asked.

"Other than my wife and I, our daughter Ashley, her husband Nick, and their two sons, Luke and Liam. And my other son Lucas."

"Lucas is here?" James asked, "I thought he was still in New York."

Jack shook his head, "He got back a day and a half ago. He heard about some hospital thing, got worried, started freaking out, like you know he does, and decided to come home."

"When did Ashley and Nick get here?"

"They came here right away, when everything went down." James nodded and leaned his head back into the couch.

"We need to make a plan." My dad said, "I'm not trying to jump into your family, but we need to stay together. We will survive better together in numbers."

Jack nodded, "I agree. Our family has decided to try and stay here as long as we can. Our house is pretty far out of the way, and we have fence surrounding the better part of our land. It should be safe here. We would love to have you. And we have more than enough rooms."

"We have weapons and we brought all the food we had." My dad told him, nodding towards the bag of gun at his feet.

"How did you get so many guns?"

"We went to the police station." I told him. At his confused look I added in, "My sisters husband, he is, or was a cop. He got called in to help and when we needed to leave we went to look for him, there was nobody in the station, so we took weapons."

Jack, James and my father continued to talk as we all sat there. Jessica nodded at me as she stood up, motioning me to follow. I stood up after her and followed her as she walked into another room. Gracie was still sound asleep in her arms.

We entered the kitchen, where Jessica sat down at the kitchen table. I followed suit, sitting across from her and leaning back in the chair.

"I always wanted kids." She murmured as she rocked Gracie in her arms. "James and I wanted to wait, wanted to have a life together first before another person was constantly depending on us. But now, I guess we won't ever have the chance. Because what kind of person would bring a baby into the world, when its falling to pieces?"

I shook my head before leaning forward onto the table. "Who knows what will happen. We don't know if this will pass in ten days, or ten months, or ten years. We don't know if we will fix whatever is happening or if this is what the rest of life on earth will be. You can't say you won't ever bring someone into the world because you don't know what this world will be."

She nodded her head and rocked Gracie.

"I'm just scared." She said.

I sighed, "We all are."

...

"How did you find out what was going on?" My father asked Jack, when I moved back into the living room. Jessica had gone to try and sleep, taking Gracie with her.

"When my son came back talking about this New York hospital thing, I tried to check it out, but there was nothing about it. We stayed camped out here, watching the news channels. That's when everything happened. It showed these things on the streets, wandering, killing, it was awful. Then the phones went out. Ashley showed up and we've been waiting for James and Jessica to show up. Thank god that you all did."

We sat there thinking about how we all found out. How we watched the TV, seeing people turn into creatures that we weren't able to fathom.

We watched as our world fell apart.

And that's the scariest movie you could ever live through.

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