I pushed my legs to their absolute limits as I raced down the streets as the walkers trailed me. We called them walkers since they were basically 'the walking dead'. At least a dozen were behind me by now and others of their kind noticed the ruckus, beginning to form a circle around me. I was trapped. I tightly gripped the bat in hand until my knuckles turned white. This is it, don't be a coward. I thought to myself.

I could hear the ambulance sirens blaring as it turned the corner onto the street we were on. Chris slowly began to regain consciousness as he groaned. "They're almost here" I told him. At the sound of my voice his eyes snapped open and he barred his teeth. His eyes were now an almost white, an extremely light shade of blue. "Chris?" I asked. He cocked his head to the side. His eyes pierced through my very soul. He didn't respond, he only growled. "Chris?!" I asked again a little more frantic. This wasn't right. I slowly inched away but that didn't go unnoticed by Chris. His arm swiped at me, just barely missing me. I got up and made a move to run but the paramedics were already here restraining Chris and placing him on the stretcher as he kicked and thrashed around.

They loaded him into the vehicle and abruptly left, not bothering to question me about what had happened or what I noticed. I found that strange. I briefly remembered the reason for me being there in the first place, grocery shopping. I tried to brush off what had just happened but the odd injury was engraved in my mind. Something was definitely wrong.

On my way to the store I heard another pair of sirens blasting as they rushed down the street followed by five police cruisers. Strange. I continued walking towards my destination and heard the loud sound of a helicopter flying through the sky. Weird, helicopters were hardly ever seen down here. The helicopter seemed to be following the ambulances and police that had just passed by.

Then I heard a scream. I turned around on my heels and rushed back home. A grocery store trip could wait, Renee needed to know what I just heard and witnessed. Something told me this wasn't something I should keep to myself. I ran back to the house only stumbling a couple of times. The house was unlocked since Renee was still at home while Phil was at a practice. I slammed the door behind me and locked it. "Bella honey did you get the eggs for the cookies?" My mother's voice chimed, "I'm making chocolate chip, our favorite!" she squealed gleefully.

"Mom something's happening" I stated in a tone that said 'I'm serious'. Immediately she came out of the kitchen with a mask of concern etched onto her usual happy face. "What's wrong Bella?" she questioned. "That's just the thing—" I was cut off with the television set turning itself on and 'BREAKING NEWS' written all over the screen. A frantic looking news reporter came on screen and we both tuned into what was being said. Renee held the remote and turned up the volume. "Breaking News. An epidemic is spreading and spreading fast. Stay indoors, I repeat stay indoors. The streets are no longer safe." The reporter stated and then the screen switched to a helicopter's view on the area below. Screams were heard and people were sprinting every which way as they appeared to be being chased by others. The view wasn't very clear from being so high up but I could notice a group of figures huddled together and slowly moving towards the people running. It then cut to another camera which seemed to be hiding around a corner. The cameraman trying not to be spotted as the figures moved past the screen. The camera zoomed into the people's faces and I could then see the figures better. I gasped. Paper thin, snow white skin and piercing icy blue eyes. Just like Chris.

The camera zoomed in closer and I noticed one of them missing an arm yet made no remark as to being in any type of pain, she just continued on shuffling down the street. I gasped again when I recognized one of the faces. Chris. I also then noticed the two EMS workers shuffling along with him. A bite mark visible on one of their necks where some flesh was pulled off. He should be dead with a wound like that so how was he alive and moving?!

The cameraman seemed to be trying to get out of the corner he was hiding in but ended up making a noise when he stepped on some broken glass, making a loud crunching noise and the things all snapped their heads towards the cameraman's direction. He dropped the camera and the signal cut with the last thing on the screen being them getting closer and bearing their rotted teeth.

I swung my bat at the nearest walker, a former cop, making a giant dent in its head. This got me thinking of my father, was he alright? Was he safe? Maybe he was already dead... As the former cop fell to the ground it created a small gap in the circle and I was able to narrowly escape. Not before grabbing the gun in his waistband, it would serve a much better purpose in my hands than with him anyways. It's not like they could use a weapon anyways, if they did then I would definitely be screwed, as would all the other survivors. I sprinted away from the group and turned the corner before they'd notice as I ran back towards the house.

Two chapters in one day, how awesome am I? See, I told you the story would only escalate. I am not a liar. Anyways, send in your reviews, I love getting feedback! (: