A/N: Hi everybody! Sorry that it has taken so long for me to get this chapter out! I've been swamped with school, but now that I'm on break hopefully I can get more chapters written and out for you all! Let me know what you think of this chapter!

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Inspired by The Walking Dead.

As the sun rose, everybody rose with it. Proper introductions were made as everybody climbed out of bed and came downstairs for breakfast.

Jack simply scrambled some eggs and made some toast for everybody. He was still able to put a smile on his face for his family. A smile that made his eyes crinkle and his grey mustache twitch. He was a tall guy, around six foot, with graying hair, and a friendly smile. Susan who I had met late last night, after she got Leah to calm down and sleep, was a friendly woman, who would hug you at any chance she got.

Ashley was tall and dark haired, a little stand offish, yet I understood because of the place we had been put in. Her husband was a quiet, geeky guy, with long black hair and wire framed glasses. Both of their sons were adorable, I guessed around nine years old.

Lucas was odd. He twitched a lot and couldn't make eye contact. Yet, he still somehow fit into this family perfectly.

After we finished eating Jack offered to show us around the land. Something which my father jumped at.

We all grabbed guns before stepping out the back door. The land went on forever. There was a barn behind the house with a couple pigs and chickens. All of the land was surrounded by a fence that went right up along the treeline.

After a simple tour I went inside to talk with Susan. She led me out to the garage where she started digging into boxes.

"I love gardens, but I haven't been able to have one for the past two years or so. I've just been too busy." She told me. "But I have a lot of seeds for both flowers and vegetables."

She shot me a smile and I couldn't help but smile back. She was such a friendly person, the type that you can't help but like.

"So, what are you proposing?" I asked, peering into one of the many boxes she had full of seeds.

"Well, I think we should start a garden."

...

That's how I got roped into helping plant a garden, something that I never pictured myself doing.

We dug up a patch of the grass and somehow turned it into a beautiful little square garden. Even though it was small it took us all day long to plant it.

And as we were heading inside that's when I heard the noise.

The clacking of the teeth and the shuffling of the feet.

Susan must not have heard as she continued to prattle on and on about her life.

I stood frozen, waiting to hear that noise again.

And that's when I did. Low moaning of the undead.

"Susan, run!" I whisper shouted as I shoved at her back. She tripped before catching her footing and running towards the house. I followed behind her looking over my shoulder every couple of seconds.

Then they appeared. Breaking through the trees at the front of the house. They must have heard us talking while we worked on the garden, and must have walked along the fence until they came to the opening.

Susan pulled the back door open and I slammed it shut as we both tumbled inside.

"What's wrong?" My dad asked, jumping up from his chair.

I panted, trying to catch my breath, "There are rotters, coming in through the break in the fence."

James walked over to the front window and pulled the curtain to the side.

"There are at least four. Could be more." He told us, turning back around.

My dad took a few steps forward, reaching for his bag of guns.

I grabbed one that he was passing to James.

"I'm the only one who's killed one of these things. We need to shoot them in the heads. That's the only way." I slid the gun into the waistband of my pants and walked towards the window.

They were heading for the house, getting close now.

I nodded to the others before pulling open the front door and stepping out onto the porch.

I lifted the gun, aimed and fired. But the shot went off to the side of the rotter I was aiming at.

Obviously I had been out of practice at shooting.

I took a couple steps forward, standing on one of the stairs, and shot again. It punctured a hole in one of their stomachs.

Their teeth clamped together before opening and groaning. They could smell us, they knew we were there.

My dad was next to me, aiming before shooting. It was a nice clean shot through one of their heads. It dropped to the ground.

I aimed, shot, and missed again. I took another step forward and missed.

"Bella!" My dad screamed before I felt it. The rotting hand grabbing at me from behind. I whipped around and there it was. The skin falling off of its face, rotting stench filling my nostrils.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, pushing at it. It's teeth snapped in my face and I raised my gun to shoot. I hit the shoulder and tried to push it away again. The shove made my gun slip, and it dropped to the ground.

The hand was stuck in my hair. I screamed, knowing this was the end. I heard other gun shots ring out, and could only pray that the other rotters were now laying on the ground.

Everything happened in an instant. One moment I was screaming, trying to push this thing off of me without getting bit, and the next it was dead weight.

As it tumbled forward onto me, I shoved it forward and felt it's hand rip through my hair.

"Bella, oh god." I felt warm arms wrap around me and held back my tears. I was so close to death.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." I chanted as I turned to look around.

Four dead bodies lay on the grass, my gun next to my feet.

Everybody stood on the porch staring at us. I raised my arms in the air and tried to smile.

"It's all good, I guess we just have to wear our hair up from now on." I grabbed my gun before walking towards the house and into the front door. Attempting to shake off the nerves that were still fluttering around my stomach.

...

"You okay?" Jessica asked as she entered the room. I was sitting on a bed just thinking. I should have been more careful.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

She sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. "What you did was really brave. Even though it didn't end like it should have, you were able to run out there to protect us. That's brave."

"Thanks." I told her with a small smile.

"I really appreciate what you did back at the apartments." I gave her a look, not understanding what she meant. "You let us go with you. You didn't leave us behind."

I squeezed her hand. "Of course."

"You know-"

She was cut off by a gunshot.

We both jumped up and ran out of the room. Nobody was in the living room or the kitchen. I grabbed a gun that was sitting on the kitchen counter. Jessica followed suit.

I shoved open the front door and was completely taken off guard.

There were rotters all over the yard. Swarming in through the open section of the gate. There were at least 25 in the yard and more were coming in.

"Holy shit." Jessica said as she came out behind me.

"Just aim and shoot." I told her as I stepped down off the porch.

Aim, shoot. Aim, shoot. My father was close to me and I watched as he took down three of the rotters, one right after the another.

A car screeched in through the fence and hit rotters as it came in. A door burst open and people tumbled out.

"Stop shooting!" Someone screamed, as they ran through the masses of the rotters. I stopped long enough to turn and see what was happening.

There were three new people that I could see. All with weapons in their hands, but no guns. They smashed down on the heads of the rotters and they dropped to the ground.

"Stop shooting!" One of the men shouted again.

As another rotter made its way towards me, I imitated what they had been doing and smashed the butt of my gun down on its head. The head of the rotter cracked open and it dropped to the ground, brains spilling out.

My arms burned as I continued to smash the gun into their heads. I had brain matter covering my hands, making my grip on the gun slip. I tried not to gag, but I couldn't help it as their insides spilled to the ground and all over me.

As the rotter in front of me dropped to the ground, I turned and looked around.

"Leah, no!" My dad shouted, I whipped around to see my sister walk into the middle of four rotters.

"I have to be with Sam." She said, barely loud enough for us to hear. And then I screamed. A bloodcurdling scream, ripped through my throat, because my sister was being bit to pieces by the undead.

"Stop." A low voice grumbled as a heavy hand clamped over my mouth. I was pulled into a hard chest and basically dragged towards the house.

I watched as my dad and a stranger ran over in the direction of my sister. The rotters around her dropped to the ground as my father slammed his gun into their heads. My sister lay on the ground twitching, before I was pulled out of sight.

"No! No, I need to be with my sister!" I yelled at the stranger who had a hold of me.

"Calm down." He told me as he helped me onto the sofa in the living room. "She's gone, there's nothing you can do. I'm sorry, but she's gone."

Tears rushed out of my eyes and I was wracked with sobs.

"I'm sorry."

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