I made it to the house safely and furiously knocked on the door using the knocking system Renee and I created. There was a pause before I heard the series of locks that were in place audibly click and the large door swung open. My mother grabbed my wrist and yanked me in, slamming the door behind me, and locking us in once again. "Did you get it?" She questioned in a raspy voice. "Yeah," I told her as I spilled the contents of my knapsack across the table. She eagerly grabbed one of the canned items, which happened to be beans and she scarfed them down. We hardly ever had food to eat so anything we could find meant the world. I popped open a can of cold soup open and gulped it down. The hunger pains temporarily subsiding.

I examined my mother's face which was stained with freshly shed tears. Phil had unfortunately not made it, one of the many victims of the biters. Thankfully they were merciful, not giving him a chance to come back as one of them. Now he was most likely nothing more than a skeleton. I found that I couldn't mourn for the loss of him. I had witnessed to many murders and was now to numb to feel for any type of loss. I in fact believed he was in a better place. Anything could be better than this living hell. It had only been a few days since his death.

"I'm going out to get some more supplies" He told us as he prepared to head out the door. "Phil, are you crazy?! Look at them all!" My mother nearly yelled as she motioned towards the small crack in the wall which we used to see outdoors, all our windows were boarded up to better protect us from the attacks. I briefly peered through and noticed at least six of them roaming the streets directly in front of our driveway. "I have to Renee, we're starving in here" And on that note he ran out the door with a shotgun in hand. He never made it very far before they got to him, surrounding him. He had no chance. We heard his bloodcurdling screams as they ripped him apart and devoured him. Renee sobbed throughout the night for the loss while all I could do was stare blankly at the wall in front of me.

A loud noise outside pulled me out of the memory. "Mom, I want to go to Forks. I want to find Charlie" I told her honestly. He was most likely on the Reservation being protected by Jacob and the pack but I still had to see him, maybe the wolves were no match for the apocalypse and he did in fact need help. I needed to see him, to make sure he was okay. Yes, I figured out Jacob was a werewolf some odd months after Edward left. I could finally bring myself to say and think his name now that I was too numb to care. "Bella—"She started to protest but I abruptly cut her off. "I can't take having to lose any more people in my life mom. Edward and all the Cullens when he broke up with me, Chris when he died right in front of me, Phil, most of our neighbors, friends, family, I don't want to lose Charlie too. I already lost our closeness when I moved back here but I don't want to lose him permanently to one of those." I said as I motioned towards the walkers moving about outside. "I understand," she told me as she pulled me into a hug. "But I'm coming with you" She stated matter-of-factly. There was no point in arguing with her, it was probably better if we were together. I nodded my head at her request and she gave me the smallest of smiles.

"We should leave soon" I said. Renee nodded and stated, "I'll gather some supplies". She then left and went into the kitchen opening and closing cabinets and putting important things in our bags.

Screams could be heard throughout the deserted streets. The bitter-sweet stench of death permeated the once breathable air. Moans and groans could be heard as the noise of shuffling of feet made their way down the black tar roads and driveways. A child screamed as their parents were murdered before their very eyes. It started a frenzy and soon enough they all crowded around and began to feast on the child's once very alive protectors. Another scream followed by a crash and a gunshot. It wouldn't be long before they came for me. It was only a matter of time. The once full of life Phoenix streets were now one of the deadliest places on earth. They moved in packs, huddled together so if you were spotted you'd have a slim to no chance of survival. They'd all come for us soon enough.

I'd lost enough people in my life. I had to get to Forks to save my father. I only hoped that they hadn't gotten to him just yet. I didn't know how I'd get to him but I would, even if it was the last thing I do which could very well end up being just that. A loud pounding sounded at the door and I reached for my gun, ready to defend myself at any given moment. I slowly stalked towards the door, the safety on the gun pulled back so the moment it was needed it would be ready for use.

As I grew nearer to the old, wooden door the pounding grew louder and more frequent. Like a steady heartbeat.

Thump-Thump… Thump-Thump… Thump-Thump… Thump-Thump…

I slowly and cautiously peered through the peephole trying to make as little noise as possible. Crap, I'm going to die. That was the last thought I had before the door caved in and they came barrelling towards me.

"Mom!" I yelled as I ran towards the back door, the barrel of the gun aiming for the creatures' heads. The gunshots sounded as the walkers fell, one by one. They were all dead, well deader than they were. I turned around to head towards the kitchen when I suddenly felt a pull on my right leg. I looked down and screamed. A biter had grabbed a hold of me. I guess I didn't kill it enough. Its teeth were only inches from me and its grip on me was too strong for me to be able to pull away. I pointed my gun at its head and pulled the trigger only to find out I was out of bullets. Yep, this was definitely the end, I thought to myself.

When I thought all hope was lost a gunshot sounded and the walker laid unmoving at my feet a huge hole in its skull. I looked up to find my mother with a firearm in hand, panting heavily and hands shaking. I pulled out of the walkers grasp and ran over to her pulling her into a strong embrace. "I couldn't lose you too.." She told me softly. "Thank you mom, I love you" I told her with every bit of emotion I had in me. "I love you too sweetie, no one messes with my baby girl. Now we better head out. I bet others heard the noise and will be coming soon" On that note we left our old home and began our long voyage to Forks.

Sorry about the character death but it was for a good cause, your entertainment. Next chapter I'll probably have the Cullens join the apocalyptic party. Sooo what do you think? Questions? Comments? Concerns? Write them in the reviews! (: