A/N Thank you for you're continued support, Aspect of Unoriginal Thought! And thank you for reviweing, Infected Elite. I promise I won't disappoint you guys!

(psst, Aspect, did I do better with my "I's"?)

"Amy, please!"

Amy stared at the scissors, uncertain. Regret shone in her blue eyes as fear of the monsters overtook her. She couldn't bring herself to save him. He didn't deserve this, but...

She couldn't do it.

Karma.

"... I'm sorry, Tyler" she said sadly, hanging her head in shame.

She grabbed her green duffle bag as fast as she could and raced towards the back. Swinging one leg over the broken window, the monsters swept over Tyler. She cringed and squeezed her eyes shut as she heard him cry out. Trying to block it out.

"What?! No, Am-aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHH!" Tyler screamed.

She turned just as a monster leaned in and tore his throat out. His eyes rolled back and he made a gurgled cry, blood spurting from the wound. another monster tore a chunk from his arm, and finally, one stuck its hand in his stomach and pulled out his intestines, sticking it into its mouth in the process. His body slumped limp against the wall as more monsters consumed him, blocking him from Amy's view.

Amy felt sick.

She threw up.

She stumbled out of the bus, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. Kids ran screaming in all directions, mixed in with terrified adults. Several gunshots rang out. Adults and people alike feel dead. Amy couldn't see through the mass of moving people. She began running, attempting to make her way towards her neighborhood. She was terrified. She ran by several cars.

Then-

"...Graahhhah"

"Ah!"

Something grabbed Amy's ankle from underneath one of the cars. She fell face-first. A sharp pain came from her palm as a piece of broken glass got partially lodged in her right hand. Blood seeped around it, and tears formed in her eyes. She began trying to pry her foot away from whatever was holding her leg. She managed to look over her shoulder to see that it was a monster.

"No! Let go of me!" she cried out, panic edged her voice.

The monster was caught underneath a crashed car, and it writhing around, eagerly trying to get her leg in to its waiting mouth.

"Someone help!" Amy pleaded. There was plenty of people running on the street, but none stopped to help her. No-one.

Amy noticed that there was a another piece of glass lying near her hand, and she grabbed it with her good hand. she didn't know what to do with it, but with one good thrust she lodged it in the monsters head. Ultimetly silencing it as blood pulsed from its wound. Amy pulled her foot from its death grasp and backed away. Breathing hard. Still, people raced by screaming their heads off. She protectively shielded her hand as she made her way to the side of the road.

She slipped in puddles of blood as she ran. She fell multiple times, staining her shirt red. The crimson liquid soaked through and chilled her skin.

She ran.

She ran past people getting their faces torn apart. She ran past people wounded and begging for help, though receiving none.

Monsters reached out to grab her, but to no avail. Pure luck was in control now.

she blindly swung her arms out. Hoping that this luck would last.

Then, something grabbed her by the back of her sweatshirt. They pulled her behind a truck and spun her around.

Amy screamed and shut her eyes, preparing to feel her neck be torn out.

"Holy shit... Thank god you're alright!"

immediatly recognizing the voice, Amy's eyes fluttered open. Where she looked straight into the eyes of her father.

"daddy!" She exclaimed, and fell into his arms. He pulled her in to a close embrace, weeping tears of joy.

he noticed that her shirt and face was coated with blood, and she was shaking. He glanced around, making sure no monsters were near, and he lifted her up and pulled her between him and the car, shielding her from gunfire and the monsters.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Is this YOUR blood?!" He demanded.

she looked down, and then at her hand.

"...not all of it"

"Jesus..." He whispered. He pulled her in to another warm hug. "It's okay... I got you now."

"daddy... What's happening? Why are people dying?" She whispered into his shoulder. "What's going on?"

Someone ran by screaming, and he covered Amy's eyes as they fell and got devoured.

"... I don't know, honey." He answered honestly.

She pulled away.

"where is mom?" She demanded.

"I don't know that either, honey." He answered. "Her plane was supposed to land an hour ago... I'm not sure. But we have to get somewhere safe. You understand?"

Amy wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded.

"just hold my hand. We're going to get home tonight, but we have to hide somewhere else until then. Let's go, Stay close to me."

She took his hand, flinching from the gunfire that echoed in the distance.

then they took of running across the street.