A/N: Sorry that its been so long everybody! Real life just gets in the way sometimes. I hope you all like this chapter and I'm praying that I'll be able to get another one out to you soon. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all of this. No infringement intended.

Inspired by The Walking Dead.

We got Jessica in on our plan. We needed somebody who was able to help out from back at the house. We would need someone who could help us get out of the driveway and then back in when we arrived back home.

She was so excited. I could tell that she was almost glad that she was the one to be staying back here though. I don't think that she was ready to handle going outside of the gate, to see what was out there anymore.

For the next two days, all we did was plan. We went over every tiny detail so many times that it was beginning to make my head spin. We went over what we would need to take. What weapons we would take with us, which ones that we were comfortable with. Each of us was going to have two guns, just to be on the safe side, in case anything went wrong. But we were also going to take a wide array of other weapons, that we were planning on using for the most part.

The main part that we were unsure of was, how locked would the hospital be? Would there be survivors in it? Would there be the undead in it?

All of that, we were just going to take it as it goes.

And then our time was upon us.

We had told the men the night before that we needed a girl sleepover. They believed us instantly, didn't question a single thing. We went to bed early, needing as much energy as we would be able to have. We woke up at four in the morning. We only had an hour as Edward and my father, both woke up a little after five. Maybe they did it as something from their previous jobs, but who really knew.

When Jessica shook us awake, we jumped into action.

We had found the right clothing that we deemed was necessary, and we all quickly slipped into it. Skinny jeans, ones that we were able to move in, but that would cover our legs. We had boots on, ones we could run in, but also protective, safe boots. Then we all had on some kind of long t shirt, that would cover our arms, dark colors so we could blend in, if needed. And for weather reasons, we had on a light jacket. We all pulled our hair into pony tails, and made sure that it was out of our faces.

Then we left.

We slipped out of the room. I kissed Gracie one last time, before following Rose, who closed the door behind me. Jessica was in one of the cars that was part of the barrier for the open section of the gate. We got into my fathers Jeep. We put it into neutral, and pushed it as far away from the house as we could, to start it without waking anybody up.

All of the back seats were pushed down, so behind the front two seats was a flat floor. Esme was driving, while Rose and I were squashed in the passenger seat together.

Jessica backed the car up and moved to the side so we could squeeze through. She waved us off as we pulled out from behind the wall that had been keeping us safe for the past days. We watched as she parked before shutting that car off and sneaking back inside the house.

Esme shut the headlights off, keeping us invisible to any possible people who were out there. We drove in silence. The anticipation of what we were about to do, tingling at our skin and making our fingers twitch.

I peered around my shoulder to check for the fourth time that everything we needed was back there.

There were three large backpacks, one for each of us, laid out with our weapons next to them. We had planned that we would stuff them as full as they could and head back to the car. If there were still many things inside that we needed, we would get back in the car and empty the backpacks into the crates that we found at the house. Then we would head back in.

Backpacks were the best option because they left our hands free, incase we needed to fight. They also had the water bottle pocket on each side of them. Where we had found, an easy spot to place a handgun.

Depending on each of our weapons, we had different places to put them on our bodies.

I was putting one of my guns in the water bottle pocket, while I would put the other in the waistband of my pants. I had a knife in my boot, next to my ankle, and another that I would hold in my hand. Last but not least, I had an axe. A small one, that I could fit into my back pocket, but would work well if necessary.

I knew that Rose was putting her guns in the same places as me, but she had a big wrench that she would hold in her hand and her two knives in her back pockets. Esme had her guns in the same spot as us, as well. She had a screw driver in her boot, and a knife in her other one. She was going to hold a pair of shears in her hand.

Gardening shears. I bet you never would have guessed that. But, thinking about it, they were an awesome weapon. Sharp as shit, and easy enough to maneuver.

"Here we go," Esme muttered, pulling off of the long driveway, and out onto the highway. We drove slowly for the first couple of minutes, looking around us, waiting to see any sudden movements, or other cars.

But we saw nothing.

Esme stepped on it, and we took off towards the downtown area. From both of our experiences after everything broke out, we knew that the main downtown area was going to be swarming with the rotters.

We drove on the side streets as we got into the city. Turning into alleys, driving on streets that you didn't even know were there. We only saw a few rotters on the streets we drove. They paid us no mind, some would turn and look at us before going back to whatever they were doing before they noticed us.

"How much longer until we get there?" Rose asked, staring out the window at what we used to call home.

Esme shrugged, "Minutes."

You would think that knowing we were only minutes away, time would move fast. That before we even knew it, we would be parked out front the hospital. But no. It was the complete opposite. Each second dragged on. It felt like hours had passed before we saw our first glimpse of the hospital.

From all of our side streets that we had driven on, more time had passed than we expected, and the sun was beginning to rise. We knew that entering the hospital in the darkness was going to be the easiest. Knowing that if there were any other people out there, they wouldn't see us, and possibly hurt us.

We didn't know how people were acting now. Esme and their group had ran into some other humans after everything broke out. They had tried to rob them of weapons, but the men didn't hesitate to give them the beating of a lifetime, before Esme and Rose quickly drove the two cars off and away from the crooks.

Esme pulled up to a side entrance of the hospital. It led to the recovery unit.

Since I worked here, I had drawn maps out for them. I knew this place like the back of my hand.

We were going to go unit by unit. Two people scavenging for supplies, while one stood guard, on the lookout for anything that moved.

Esme shut the Jeep off, slipping the keys into the pocket of her jacket. We crawled over the front seats and into the back, not wanting to open the doors and create noise, until we were ready to enter the hospital.

We all put our weapons in the correct places, and slid the backpacks on our backs. We connected the buckles in front, not risking it falling off of our backs as we ran. With a last smile, we slid out of the back seat and out onto the pavement. Rose was last out, and closed the door as quietly as she could.

They followed behind me as I ran up towards the door leading into the hospital. It was unlocked, which was lucky for us. When we slid inside, what we saw, surprised all of us.

It looked like there had been a tornado through the building. Chairs, desks, anything that could be, were flipped over, scattered around the room. There was paperwork laying uselessly around the floor.

But we couldn't hear any noises from the undead.

Then we moved. They followed me as I led them towards where I knew a supply closet was. We didn't see anything moving, but still held our weapons up as we opened the door quietly. The room was clean of people, or what used to be people. We left the door cracked, Esme stood guard.

Rose and I pulled our backpacks off our backs and started throwing whatever we could in. There wasn't any medicine in here, but there were bandages. Bandages of many types and styles. We didn't really care what we were grabbing, we just grabbed them.

"We got everything worth getting," I whispered, zipping my backpack back up and lifting it up onto my shoulders. Rose nodded, before following suit. When we were ready, Esme slowly opened the door and we slid out.

We were on the look out, weapons raised, waiting to see anything that could hurt us.

I jerked my hand and they knew that meant to follow me. We walked quietly down the hallway, until I stopped. There was a medicine box at the end of the hallway, one that would only open with a key. But there was something else. Someone else.

A rotter that was standing close to it, clamping its jaw shut before opening it, and repeating it. The rotter was in scrubs, I could tell from the long hair that it had been a woman, and from the color of the hair, I knew that she was younger. No more than 35.

We kept our backs along one of the walls and crept towards her. Esme was in front, as we got closer, she took two big steps forward. Driving her shears forward at the same time that the girl turned to face us. They slid up into her head and she dropped to the ground.

She pulled the shears out of the woman's head as I inspected the medicine box. I cursed under my breath, not willing to try and pry it open and make loud noises. Then I realized that the nurse Esme had just killed had her keys still around her wrist. I ripped them from her arm, and tried each key in the lock until one slid home.

All the drawers slid open and I pulled my backpack off. Esme and Rose stood on either side of me, staring down the hallways, while I pulled things out of the drawers.

There were medicines in small bottles, needles, chest tubes. I grabbed them all and placed them in my backpack. Surrounding the bottles with the bandages from the other room so they wouldn't smash and break around while we ran.

"Incoming," Rose muttered. I glanced up to see a rotter slowly walking towards us. I could tell that one of the ankles were broken, making it drag that leg behind it as it headed towards us. She lifted her wrench up high and waited until the rotter got closer to us.

"Keep going," Esme told me when she noticed that I had been focusing on them instead of getting the medicines. I turned away and continued piling things into my backpack. I listened as Rose grunted as she grabbed hold of the rotters shoulder and slammed the wrench into its head. I heard as it dropped to the floor and she grunted again, pulling the wrench out of its head.

"Dont," I whispered, standing up and pulling my backpack on. It was almost full but I knew that the other two had a lot of space in theirs, so we hopefully wouldn't need to make a second trip. At least in the next couple of minutes.

We quickly left our spot, and headed down the hallway that Esme had been watching. I liked our chances better of heading in the opposite direction than where the rotter that Rose killed had come from.

I had a light sheen of sweat on my forehead when we stopped running. We had found another storage closet. We checked it out, seeing that it was more bandages. I had Esme fill her bag halfway with some, so she could place medicines in it without them breaking.

Then I heard the noise. The clicking of the jaw and the low moans. I turned my head to see a group of five walkers heading our way. They must have heard our footsteps. They weren't moving fast, but they weren't moving slow either.

"Guys," I said loud enough for them to hear. Rose walked out of the room and a second later Esme. We all lifted our weapons, ready for the rotters heading our way.

One reached me first. I kicked it in the knee and watched as it wobbled back and fell to the floor. It clawed at my leg as I pressed my foot against its chest, then I rammed my knife into its eye socket. I didn't have time to take a break and think about how I knew the person I had just killed. How I knew that his name was Tim and all he wanted to do in life was travel, but he needed money for that.

I swung around as another rotter headed towards me. This one was faster than the last one. It reached its grimy fingers at me and I shoved them off. It bit at me, snapping its jaw in my face. But I shoved my knife up under the chin and it dropped to the floor.

I pulled my knife out and looked around. Esme and Rose had the other three laying on the ground, finally dead.

"You okay?" My voice was as quiet as I could make it, and they both gave me a simple nod. We didn't have time to think about killing them, we didn't have time to stand around and wait for others to show up.

We moved.

Sliding through the dark hallways, we found two more medicine boxes. I used the key from the first nurse and the other two filled their backpacks with the medicines from them.

We hadn't ran into any more rotters and that was starting to bother me. Where were all the people who worked here? Where were the patients?

"Bella," Rose whispered, nodding her head to the side. I turned and saw two more rotters headed our way. They were both wearing jeans and jackets, so I assumed that they had been patients when everything broke out. They may have been here when everything broke out, or they may have came here, looking for help.

Rose and I both walked forward to meet them. I stabbed one in the chest. Keeping my hand on the knife and holding it at arms reach, while I reached into my pocket and grabbed the axe. I brought it up and slammed it into the rotters head. It cracked open and he fell to the ground. I ripped the axe out of his head and pulled the knife. I slid the axe back into my pocket and held the knife in my hand.

As we headed down another hallway we heard a noise, growing louder and louder. But we could hear no footsteps.

The sound was like metal clanking together.

We all peered around the wall and realized what it was. There were two metal doors that led back to a couple operating rooms, the two doors were held together with metals chains. And between the doors as they were attempted to be pushed open, were limbs of the undead trying to get out from behind those doors.

I guess we had found where everybody was.