Here's the first official chapter. More characters will be added here, but we'll have some left over yet. Enjoy, review, and don't forget to read the prologue before this!

Chapter One

Shauntell slowly opened one of his eyes. His whole body ached, and he felt something wet on his face. He brought his hand to his face, and felt the blood steadily flowing down his forehead. He looked at himself closely, noting all the scratches, cuts, and bruises. It was nothing he couldn't handle, but it hurt nonetheless. The sun was blazing onto his back.

Then, it all came back to him. The reverse 911, the helicopter… that horrible creature attacking him. Memories came flooding back into his mind, as did his awareness. He looked around, and saw that his friends were all still unconscious. He sighed in relief, but then heard a steady dripping sound.

"What the hell is that?" He said to himself. He cautiously got up and walked towards the noise. It lead him out and to the side of the crashed helicopter. Shauntell saw a pool of liquid gathering beside the chopper. Shauntell squatted and took a good whiff of the substance.

'Ugh. That must be gasoline…' he thought to himself. After about a second, that registered in his brain. He leapt up and ran back into the crashed aircraft. His friends were still not awake. He then made the decision to take them out to safety.

Carefully, he took each person and brought them down under the shade of a nearby tree. After that, he grabbed all supplies and weapons that they had brought with them and rested them near his companions. He then made sure to get his friends farther away from the helicopter. If it exploded, he didn't want to be anywhere near it.

Finally, his friends began to come to. One by one, they too began assessing the situation. All of them were bruised to some extent, though none quite like Nick. His arm was bending in the wrong direction, obviously signaling a broken arm. Tony fixed him a splint and sling, for which Nick was grateful. Once most everyone was awake, they all sat down and discussed their options.

"Alright we need to get in contact with somebody," Shauntell said.

"Yeah. We have to find out what's going on," Sydney said quietly.

"What about the radio on the helicopter?" Yvonne started, "We could use that to contact somebody."

"No that radio got fried by the crash," Tony said.

"So then what do we do?" Abigail asked.

"Well I saw a road nearby. Maybe there's a town close to here." Nick said.

"Alright that sounds like a good idea. Tony, start packing up some of the supplies. Nick, see about distributing the weapons. My guess is that the reverse 911 had something to do with that creature that attacked me." Shauntell said as he stood up. Those two went to their duties, while Shauntell helped everyone with their injuries.

After about an hour, everyone was armed and supplied. They headed out and found the road Nick had referred to earlier. They headed up the road and after about an hour found a sign. It read:

Welcome to Bull Run

Population: 294

Shauntell looked beyond the sign to see a small town. He looked back at his friends, all of them exhausted of traveling for an entire day. They traveled the last mile quickly, but they soon realized that this small town was not as it seemed. As they entered the town, they saw the carnage that seemed to match any war zone's description. Cars were on fire, buildings had doors knocked in, and there were bullet holes in every wall.

"Hello?" Nick yelled into the air. Echoes answered him. Suddenly, he got an answer.

"Are you one of those monsters?" A voice asked.

"What monsters?" Nick asked

"Those things! They bite you, and then you join them" the voice said fearfully.

"No. We're trying to get off of this island. We need a radio to contact somebody to get us out of here." Nick responded. Slowly, the person he was talking to revealed their person. It was a girl with brown hair, large eyes, and was well developed. She had scratches all over herself, only deepening Shauntell's theory of a battle.

"Come quickly! It is nearly night time! That's when they come out!" the girl said quickly. Without question, they all ran into the building. Shauntell looked back at the sky, and saw that the sun was setting. They ran into the large building, and they closed the doors tightly behind them.

Inside the building there were about twenty people, all looking battered and bruised. All of them had a weapon of some sort, whether it was a wrench or a shotgun. The girl led them through the crowd to a smaller sub-group. It was her, a large man who looked to be about seven feet tall, and another girl, though this one had blond hair.

"This is Monroe," The original girl said, indicating to the man "And this is Lauren. My name is Bailey"

"I'm Shauntell, and that's-," He started, but he got cut off by one of the people on the other side of the building.

"They're here! Everyone get into your positions!" yelled an old man with one eye. Bailey led the group through a scrambling crowd of people. Apparently, her position was right in front of the main door. They grabbed three rifles from a small cache, distributed them, and then sat in their position. The only thing preventing them from getting eaten alive was a large Iron double door, and about twelve crates formed in a makeshift wall.

Shauntell's group stuck with them. Obviously they were a tad confused and slightly scared.

"What's going on?" Shauntell asked.

"They're here." Bailey said quietly. Suddenly, something charged the door, and dented it.

"Get ready" Monroe said. Then the door swung open, and Shauntell found himself in for the longest night of his life.