Cruising along down the road, I watch the sun rise, the orangie-pinkish glow of the first rays of light as they hit the lamp posts and road signs and reflect back into my eyes. I reach over and slip my pink Starkid sunnies onto my face. As I pull up the long driveway of my best friend, Beth's, house, I can't help but hope against all hopes that she's okay, that she's not long-gone or zombiefied. I park the car and slip out, letting the door swing shut. I make my way around the house to the gate that lets you into the pool area, my eyes are drawn to a blind snapping shut in the window. I hold my gaze there for awhile before I see the door to the right of window open and see Beth barrelling toward me. I'm caught in a vice grip, squeezed tightly before being yanked into the house and have the door snap shut and lock behind me.

"Katie! Thank dead wizard God your okay! Your here and I...I just...I have lost the ability to even..." she says with a grin, knowing that she just quoted Starkid and Tyler Oakley in one sentence.

Her blue eyes are wide and her sandy blonde hair is chucked up in a loose pony tail, similar to mine. The only similarities we share are the blue in our eyes. My hair is a light brown with blonde streaks throughout it from the sun, I stand at about 5ft 9 while she is only 5ft 6, her skin is a few tones lighter than mine and she's absolutely gorgeous.

"Breath Beth, don't go dying of hyperventilation on me just yet. Have you heard from Mum and Dad? " I ask. No, we're not sisters but after being best friends for thirteen years it's just become a habit. She shakes her head sadly.

"No, I just going to pretend that they're perfectly safe over in Melbourne."

I nod, as I grab one of the bags at her feet and lug it over my shoulder, We begin our walk out to my car. We've had a plan for a zombie apocalypse ever since we first watched Zombieland when we were twelve. We load our bags up and hit the road. I turn to her.

"Freo?" I ask.

"Freo" she says nodding her head in agreement.

Freo, aka Fremantle is a city just before Perth. It practically consists of boats. Getting there is only the first step of our plan.

"I need to make a stop first" I say, "I just need to know if she was alive or not."

Beth just nods her head, knowing immediately who I was talking about.

Beth and I have a quirky relationship. At school we are in completely different ends of the social ladder, I'm at the bottom with all my theatre nerds and she's at the top with all the populars, however we balance each other out. And then there's Dianna. Dianna and I are not what you would call a normal friendship. If you saw us around and didn't know us than you would think we were together, however, we are both just really close and all touchy feely. I'm protective of her even though she is older than I am, and she's sensitive and is always there for you if you need someone there. I am always trying to make her smile and if she needs someone than I'll be there, 24/7, to cheer her up and make her laugh. I need to see if she's alive or not, just so I know or else I would spend the rest of my life wondering.

We drive for about 20 minutes, encountering the stray zombie and avoiding them carefully while they seem to busy feasting on what I can only assume to be dead bodies.

We pull into a familiar street and I gasp at the destruction and havoc. Trees have been up-rooted and ripped apart, doors are open and swinging on destroyed hinges, windows are smashed and couches are lying in front yards. This is the worse Beth and I have seen yet, I look across at her and see the tears welling up in her eyes. Its finally hit home for her that we're living in a world of despair and death. I have always prided myself on my lack of becoming emotional and my refusal to show any feelings. I had always decided that it was easier for everyone else if I kept them to myself. That is why at the moment, my face remains stone cold and the only emotion is the flicker of sadness and desperation in my eyes. If you knew me well you could read my eyes like a book despite what my face my shows. I pull up next to a house I know all too well. The door is wide open and the front window is smashed. I look at Beth.

"I have to go in" I say pleading with my eyes.

She sighs "I know you do" She reaches in to the back and grabs her baseball bat. "Let's do this"

I pull one of my kitchen knives from my belt and open the car door. Beth jumps out her side and strolls around to my side. I look at her and she looks right back at me.

"I love you too" she says grinning.

I grin back at her. "You know me too well"

We make our way across the front lawn, avoiding the upturned pot plants and destroyed garden. We reach the front door and it creaks as I push it open. Beth and I slip inside and we take in the sight of the upturned table and smashed television screen, the door to the rest of the house completely ripped off the hinges and lying in pieces by the table. We look through into the rooms in the front of the house and find no sign of life. We continue to the back of the house and I make my way immediately to the hall that I know contains bedrooms while Beth made her way to the second living room. I check the first bedroom, Nothing. When I reach the bathroom I see the toilet door shaking. I reach to turn the handle only to find it locked. I carefully pick it with one of my knives and the door pops open with the force being exerted on it from the other side. What comes tumbling out was not what I expected.

I came face to face with my first walker. (Walking Dead reference guys! :P) I stood staring before it went into action. It slowly stumbled forward and I side stepped to avoid coming into contact. I quickly stabbed it in the back of the head before it could turn around. It slumped to the floor at my feet and I stepped over it, refusing to let it settle in until we were safe. I continued to the other bedrooms, giving them a once over before deciding there was no life there. I returned to the main room and met up with Beth.

"Anything?" I ask.

"Nah, Nothing, I'm sorry." She says before stepping into hug me. I sigh and grip onto her. She gives me a squeeze before letting me go.

"I guess we should raid for food?"

"I guess." I say

I walk over to the cupboard and open it. There curled up and asleep with her IPod in her ears is Dianna.