AN: Hey, guys. So I don't know how to drive and I was using Google and I don't even know if I've done it right with even with the use of that, but yeah, here's chapter three. I also suck at writing 'actions' scenes. Makes you wonder why I'm even writing this, doesn't it? Well, we can all try. Hope you like it anyway :)

"Daddy, where are we going?" Roland asks as Robin helps him climb into the car.

"Where going on a road trip." Robin answers. He buckles Roland's seat belt as the boy gives him a questionable look. Roland doesn't say anything and neither does Robin, so Robin shuts the car door and makes his way to the driver's side.

The moment he's in, his foot is on the accelerator. He wants to get out of here. Wants to get out of this town, somewhere safe. This place is giving him the creeps.

They'd made it out of his apartment alright. Nothing had jumped out at them; there were no more noises. Still, that didn't mean those things couldn't happen. If he had to be honest, Robin was still feeling shivers from that growl noise he'd heard just before he went into his son's room and while there hadn't been anymore, while nothing had attacked them, it didn't mean they were safe.

"They do know how this happened?" Robin asks, keeping his voice low so Roland doesn't hear it.

"I don't think they found out. All they know is it came from the hospital." says John. He keeps his eyes trained on the area around them. It's dark, the only light coming from the car and Robin doesn't like it. There's usually streetlights along this way but all power lines must be down. Or broken.

Robin glances into the mirror, looks to where Roland is sitting and sees his eyes drooping closed, head falling limb, and his grip around Monkey becoming relaxed. God, why is this happening? Robin wants nothing more than to hit his head against the wheel, maybe then he'll wake up and this will all just be some twisted nightmare. His son will be asleep in his room and Robin would have fallen asleep in front of some thriller.

"Keep driving." he hears John say and Robin looks out the window, sees people- a family- waving and jumping on the side of the road, signalling them to stop and Robin nearly does until John's voice cuts through.

"Leave them."

"They have a kid."

"So do we."

So Robin drives past, as he does, he catches a glance at the kid- a boy no older than Roland- and his heart sinks, guilt twisting in his stomach.

"We should turn back." Robin says but John is persistent.

"And get us killed? I know how you feel but someone else will come along soon."

Robin nods, pushes it from his mind. It doesn't go all the way, just to the back but that's enough. John is right, someone will be along soon, he's got to think of Roland and what's best for him, three more people will just slow them down.

They continue along the road, headed in the direction of the highway- they're best bet right now.

"Has this...thing spread to any other states?" He'd been thinking this for a while. What was the point in leaving if they weren't going to leave the problem?

"I don't think so. They said it originated here. It won't reach the other states until someone who's infected leaves and spreads it-...What the fuck?"

Robin groans. He should have seen this coming! A traffic jam stems miles down the road as cars pull in from all different directions. Beeps and horns and shouting emerges from drivers as they all wonder what the hell is going on.

"Looks like everyone had the same idea." Robin says as they watch and wait for something to happen.

"Definitely." John mumbles.

"What the fuck, man? Why ain't you moving?"

They watch as a man from the car in front of them steps out, arms waving around in a huff as he tries to see what's going on.

"Maybe we can backtrack," says Robin, his foot resting on the break, ready to reverse. "Go another-...Holy shit!"

They look to see a man throw himself towards the other man who just got out of the car, ramming him into the side door and throwing him on the ground, beginning to beat the shit out of him as his companion climbs into the car and begins to, what looks like, also beat the crap out of a person in there.

"Go, go, go!" John screams and Robin's slamming his foot against the break, setting the car in reverse and moving.

"The fuck is happening to these people?" Robin asks, breathing hard and trying to slow his heart rate down. The heck had he just witnessed?

"That's the least of it." says John and Robin wonders what else this 'outbreak' has in store for them.

…:...:...

She'd been wandering aimlessly since the near attack, arms tightly wrapped around in her vain as she tries to ward off the cold, wishing in her haste to escape she'd grabbed a coat or something.

Regina was still reeling off what happened, her mind trying to piece everything together.

Leaning against the wall, her feet aching, she thinks of what happened, of all the stories Henry used to read then tell her about. Ones of zombie apocalypses and how it all came down to survival of the fittest. But they were just stories, just made up fiction meant to scare people. It couldn't be real, could it?

Yet she's going back to the house break in, her neighbour's mannerisms, all the things Henry's told her about zombies and what they do...She shivers and not because of the cold, either, her eyes scanning the darkness. No streetlights were on, no cell signal, no power lines, nothing…

She breathes, her breath visible in the air as she pulls her arms tighter around herself, nausea beginning to swirl. If one person was...like that how many others were?

Regina sighs. She wished she knew more, to be honest, wished she had Henry with her, safe. He was out there somewhere, could be in the midst of it all, could be...hurt or dead or anything, who knew what these things could do.

Oh, why did he have to chose today to run away? Why did he have to run away at all? He was happy with her. They were happy. He didn't know he was adopted, of course, but she was working up to that, planning it out, planning how to tell him. Until that bitch teacher had to 'unknowingly' ruin it all. Ugh!

She kicks the empty trash can beside her, watches it all onto the floor with a crash and roll into a nearby bush.

Why did any of this have to happen today-

An explosion sounds somewhere close- it's noise sending a ringing sensation through Regina's ears, as her hand reaches out to the wall and she shuts her eyes.

She can smell fire and the ringing in her ears hasn't stopped and she coughs and opens her eyes, soot and dust surrounding her. The fire's close by, she can feel it's heat and as she turns her head, she sees it; the trees that blocked the view of the town have fallen down, all on fire and spreading, caused by another gas station explosion.

She needs the leave before the fire traps her, but her ears are ringing and head throbbing off the blast. The smoke clouds her view as her hand grips along the brick wall, pulling her along. Somewhere in the midst of ringing she can hear voices and cars. People. Normal people, hopefully. People who can help her get out of here and find her son. People who might care just enough.