When did the world literally go to hell? I was currently running for my life from a massive bunch of walkers or for lack of a better word, zombies, with nothing more than a baseball bat in hand. Thank God Phil decided to leave it out in the open because I highly doubt a lamp would have been much protection when fending off the ongoing apocalypse. Things had been so normal until that fateful day when the outbreak started.

I'd been living with Renee for about a month now and already my mood had begun to lighten. Maybe Charlie was right, I needed to get away from all things that reminded me of him. I still couldn't bring myself to say or think his name however. My mom had asked me to head over to the store to pick up groceries and since it was such a nice day I decided to walk since the nearest grocery store was only a few blocks away.

I was walking down the long, winding sidewalk when suddenly a man came running past and ended up colliding with me sending me falling to the ground. The man had also fallen. He quickly got up not and dusted off his jeans and t-shirt not even bothering to mumble an apology. His gaze fell upon me before he turned and walked away. He looked like he was about in his mid-twenties. Something was wrong though, his eyes held a haunted look in them. They were an unnatural shade of blue, lighter than the usual coloring and he appeared to be sweating, perspiration dripping down the sides of his face as he heavily panted, occasionally coughing. His skin was white but to white, snow white and appeared to be papery. "Are you alright?" I asked him when I finally made a move to get up. No response, he only continued walking away. I decided to try again, "Are you okay?" Still no response, his back was still turned away from me.

I decided to jog up to him. Clearly he looked like he should be hospitalized. I tapped his shoulder and finally he turned around to face me as his icy blue eyes bore into mine. "What?!" he demanded in a raspy voice. That simple word seemed to drain him of energy and his legs gave out. I managed to catch him but the extra weight caused me to collapse as well. We both ended up on the ground yet again. I held him up in a sitting position as I tried to keep him from losing consciousness. "I'm calling 911, stay with me until they arrive. Don't give up, stay awake" I told him as I placed both hands on either side of his face, willing him to look at me. "No..they can't.." He mumbled with what little strength he had.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialled the emergency number.

Nine-one-one, what's your emergency? A woman's voice rang from the other line.

I told her all the needed information and she told me EMS would be here soon enough. I decided to take the time to assess what had happened to him. His left shoulder seemed to be bleeding since the shirt was staring to soak up a red substance. I carefully tried to roll up the sleeve and the man winced when I did so. "Sorry" I told him. "S'okay" He mumbled in a whisper I had to strain to hear. "I'm Bella, who are you?" I asked him, trying to keep him alert and awake. "Chris.." He rasped.

I gasped when I saw his injury and almost fainted at the sight of all the blood. I was always a fainter when it came to blood even though my ex-boyfriend was a vampire. I winced at the memories that began to flood my mind. I willed myself to keep calm since Chris needed me. I examined his injured arm that held a large bite mark on it.

Vampire was the first thought that came to mind yet if that was the case I'd assume they'd drain him immediately and if not the left over venom should be coursing through him and he'd be screaming from the immense pain. I subconsciously rubbed the bite mark on my own wrist from James' attack as I remembered the feeling of being burned alive. This bite mark was different though, around the bitten area of his skin appeared to be a black color that travelled into his veins. "Who-who did this?" I stuttered as I looked away from the injury. I was starting to feel light-headed.

"You should..leave…not..safe.." He mumbled as his eyes began to roll to the back of his head. And that was the last thing he said.

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