I do not own Twilight. I just enjoy writing stories about them.

Previously

Samantha nodded a frown firmly planted on her lips, watching the small girl "Seeing you like this, I almost forgot you were just a kid. 14 right?"

Isa shrugged, "How long was I out? My birthday was 3 weeks from the day I got hurt."

Samantha nodded "Then you are 15, it has been 3 and a half weeks."

Isa rolled her eyes, "What does it matter? It is another year in hell. We are just surviving, no life though."

Samantha sighed, "One day there will be life again. We just have to make it until then. Okay?" she rubbed her hand down Isa's back trying to give her comfort.

Chapter 6

Everyone tossed their bag in the truck as Brice started the car. Tenderly getting in the passenger seat Isa smiled at him. "I am so happy to be leaving this place."

He nodded as Samantha and Matt sat in the back, "Ya. Your healing great. We still got a long way to go."

She nodded as he took off following route 10 that they were on, after about 2 hours he pulled off to the side of the road outside Houston.

Leaning back, "We have no idea how bad it is in there. Plus your still healing, we shouldn't try to push our luck." His eyes glancing at Isa's side quickly. "North or South?"

Pulling the map out Isa glanced at the two paths. Going north is probably our best option. It looks like we can hop on 45 if we take the side roads. We just have to get back off before we hit Dallas."

Samantha and Matt both nodded in agreement as the car started again.

About 5 hours later the tell sign of running out of gas sent groans through the car. They had tried all available gas stations, but everything had been bone dry.

Getting out of the car everyone got their bags and weapons as Brice looked down the long empty road, "Well I get we are walking folks."

Samantha groaned, "We need to find some kind of shelter, at least it is early October and not August….."

Isabella nodded her head in agreement, "True" Sliding her duffle over one shoulder and settling it softly without jerking her side too much. The wound was healed for the most part, but still very sore.

They were silently walking Isa silently scuffed her boot against the asphalt kicking up a stray rock knocking it into the brush. All of a sudden groaning came from the bush as a walker came out from behind the tree grabbing for Brice's pack.

Grabbing her bow Isa notched an arrow and aiming at the walker trying to get a clear shot as Brice struggled with it trying to get away.

"Brice you need to duck!" She yelled as she tried to get a shot in, finally taking the shot it went clean through the walkers head sending them both to the ground in a muddled heap.

Getting up Brice groaned pushing the decaying body off him so he could get up from the ground. "Thanks Isa."

Nodding her head, "Of course, Can't have you dying on me yet now can I?"

He went to smile at her however he stopped as his body became ridged with strain.

Turning to look behind she saw a human with blood dripping from his mouth like the walkers, however he turned and walked away like a human before disappearing completely into the woods on the side of the road.

Walking back over to Brice standing at his side, "What was that? If walkers are getting faster and coordinated we are so screwed…."

Brice nudged her, "Language Isa." He looked down the road to his left and again to his right, "We need to go."

It had been a few hours before they found a side road that lead to a simi-clean house. After doing a sweep of the surrounding area they found a row of bodies both adult and sadly children. The adult male looked as if he killed himself lying next to his family.

The house looked untouched a layer of dust covering everything, the cupboards still had cans of food in them as well.

The small group went and scouted out the rest of the house. Finding two children's rooms and the master.

Isa stared at the large bed yearning to feel a comfortable bed again. Pulling the dust covered comforter off the bed throwing it to the far side of the room. Crawling into the bed pulling the cool sheet up around her pressing her face into the pillow.

The bed shifted beneath her as she felt a hand on the small of her back, Looking over she smiled "Brice this feels amazing. Want in on this?"

He smiled crawling in laying his head down, "Leave it to you to find pleasures in life still."

Shrugging, "You know me." Before yawning hard and letting her eyes slide shut.

They managed to stay at the house for 2 weeks until the food started to become scarce. Every now and then they would think they would see someone in the woods around the house. However, they could never find anyone in the area.

Finally in late October there was a knock on the door stilling everyone inside the home. Brice grabbed his gun and got up to look through the peephole. Turning back to the girls he shrugged. "I don't see anyone."

Attempting to brace his footing as he unlocked the door, it was only opened about a foot when a hand reached in and pulled him out the door.

"BRICE!" Isa and Samantha jumped up and rushed to get out the door after him.

Isa looked around notching and arrow in her bow looking around. Finally her eyes settled on Brice just within the tree line. She stepped forward briefly noting the scared look in his eyes and then the small pale hand on his neck.

"Brice? What is going…." The words died in her throat seeing a petite woman step out from behind Brice. Her slender hand still wrapped around his throat.

Looking to the woman's left seeing a man, neither of them had weapons but Brice looked like he took a few good blows in the few moments he was alone with them. A trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth.

The man grinned viciously as he stepped forward. "Well, well. And then there were 3. But I am very thirsty." In the blink of an eye he was behind Samantha wrapping his arm around her waist lifting her small form up.

Samantha screamed out as the man, if you could call him that, bit into the soft part where her neck and shoulder met.

"Samantha!" Isa turned her aim on the man and fired her arrow. The sound of the arrow racking and bouncing from the man as his gaze turned to her was deafening as Samantha's blood flow began to slow.

"Isa run, just run!" She stepped back and glanced at Brice who looked as if he was struggling to get free, however the woman was not moving.

She only took one timid step back when the man grabbed her arms in his crushing grip pulling her back to his chest as she struggled and screamed for him to release her.

He leaned forward and whispered, "Stop, or I might find myself still thirsty." He chuckled "But then again, you might wish that you died today once you discover your fate."

A sharp blow from the man's hand and her body went limp in his arms as Brice continued to struggle to get away from the woman.

Isa POV

Screams and moaning….. That is all I can hear as I slowly feel the unconscious state fade away. My eyes and face felt swollen from crying and for some reason my arms felt too numb to move. My ribs hurt when trying to breathe, and then the memories of trying to fight off the man that arrived at our cabin came flooding back to me.

Finally forcing my eyes open revealing a dark, stuffy, humid room that felt like a smothering blanket. Looking up my arms were hanging above my head in metal shackles explaining why there was no feeling. Seeing my wrists bloodied and raw just from being in them, made me slightly happier that I could not feel hem.

Looking closer at my arm I couldn't help the shiver that ran through me seeing a long gash across my forearm, there was no blood though. As if it was cleaned by someone, looking down my clothing were gone as well. I was only in my sports bra and underwear, "What the…"

Finally my eyes adjusted to the room, 'Where is Brice?'. My eyes fell on 7 other people in the room, all scared, dirty and had similar cuts on their arms that were bound above their heads.

Looking at each of their faces as I prayed one of them would be Brice, but my luck was not with me. He wasn't there, shutting my eyes tightly sending a silent prayer, "Please, Please be alive." Remembering what happened to Samantha at the cabin, I couldn't help the sick feeling creeping up inside me.

Trying to sit up a bit the metal shackles around my wrists began to clink and clank around. Stopping when the girl next to me decided to kick my leg. Looking over I glared at her, "What the hell was that for?"

Her head was down and I could easily tell she was shaking, "You…you don't want to make a lot of noise. They take the strong ones."

The door creaked open and everyone went limp around me in the room, Looking up the guard grinned, viciously grabbed my arms removing the shackles. As my arms fell to my sides I didn't even notice him pulling me up through the hole in the ceiling as the agonizing pain from the blood pumping through my arms again hit me.

Clenching my eyes shut as I tried breathing through the pain only to find myself being dragged along a dirt road as I opened my eyes. My fingers twitching as the feeling started coming back, "Damn this shit hurts." I couldn't even find it in myself to worry about my lack of clothing in my state.

Finally the man dragged me into another room tossing me to a slightly tanner, lanky man. "Here this one has some of her fight back."

Lanky just grinned proceeding to drag me behind him into another room.

The smell got to me first, and then the sight. "What are you doing to them?"

There were about 20 people hanging upside down by their ankles with wires and tubes coming out of various parts of their bodies.

Standing in shock seeing them when I saw him. Brice's unconscious form dangling on the far wall of the room, "BRICE! Let him go! What did you do!"

I tried struggled to get away, but Lanky just smiled at me his red eyes glaring into mine, "The same thing I am going to do to you."

I turned the second his grip was off of me and tried to run, I had to get him out, I needed to reach Brice. All I heard was laughing and then a gust of wind went past me before I ran straight into Lanky. "How?"

He just laughed before grabbing me, there was a burst of speed which churned what little food I had in my stomach causing me to vomit on the floor at his feet once we stopped.

The next thing I knew I was slapped across the face and upside down with shackles around my ankles.

"Human, don't try that again. Or I might just accept your donation loss and let the guards have their way with you."

I could feel the blood rushing to my head and face partly from understanding the meaning of the man's words, but mostly because I was upside down.

Every movement caused great pain in my ankles from the shackles, but Lanky didn't seem to care as he jerked me around to face him.

He forced a dirty rag to my mouth causing me to gag a bit, and then the world began to spin around me. I could still barely feel the pain from the shackles as I waited for unconsciousness to sweep over me, but I was just on the brink when I felt a large need stabbed into my neck.

All I could do was scream in pain as I watched the blood travel from the tube now in my neck down into a bucket below. Blinking I watched as the bucket slowly filled and my consciousness began to escape me as I slipped into darkness.

The last thought that ran through my head before blacking out, "I can't die here…."

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