"I got my stuff dad!" Sarah said as she ran back down the stairs with a small backpack on her back. Carlos hoped that she had grabbed some clothes and some other stuff that she might need. The little girl was scared, there was no doubting that. She had no idea what was going on around her, and she had just lost her mom, and her baby brother all in one moment. Their perfect life had been flipped upside down so fast.

"Okay." Carlos said with a nod, and grabbed the car keys that were hanging on the hook by the door. "We're going to leave now." He said, bending down so that he was the same height as his daughter. "It's not safe here, do you understand?" He asked, and Sarah nodded in return. Carlos wasn't really sure what he was supposed to tell his daughter. He didn't want her to be so exposed to this stuff already, not even when he didn't know what it was yet either.

"What about mom?" The almost teen girl asked curiously. In that moment, Carlos mentally kicked himself. What the hell was he supposed to tell Sarah? He couldn't just out right tell her that her mother was dead. Wracking his mind for something, anything, he had to tell his daughter something.

"Mom is sick, and she can't come with us. She told me to take you and get out of here." He said, looking into Sarah's dark eyes, the same eyes that matched his own. Her eyes widened at what her dad was saying, and she held her head down in sadness, finally understanding what her dad was implying. Her mother wasn't going with them.

"So she's staying here?" Sarah asked.

Carlos nodded, "I have to keep you safe."

"Okay." Sarah said.

"Are you ready to leave?" He asked and she nodded. "Okay, let's go." He walked in front of his daughter, and opened the front door just a crack, making sure the coast was clear to get to the car. He didn't want to leave his home, but they had no choice, he had to keep Sarah safe. And staying here wasn't the right choice, they'd be eaten alive within days. They had to get out of the city, and to somewhere open. It didn't seem like it, but Carlos had watched plenty enough zombie movies to know what he was doing, plus, he was a doctor, so that was always a perk. Once he established that the coast was clear, he grabbed Sarah's hand, and they made a run for it.

"Can I sit up front?" Sarah asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure honey." Carlos said, pushing Sarah into the front seat, and rushing over to the driver's side. Once he was in the car, he was finally able to look around at the neighborhood and see what was going on. It was your typical riot like scene, except people were eating each other, and there was blood everywhere. Carlos started the car, and turned on the radio, trying to find some kind of music to distract Sarah, but there was nothing but emergency broadcasts about how bad the city was.

"I brought my kids bop CD..." She said shyly, reaching into her book bag.

"That'll do just fine." Carlos said as he put the CD in and music began playing. He then switched gears, and began driving down the road and out of this big city. A few moments of silence passed, Sarah too busy listening to her music to pay attention to anything, but Carlos was horrified at what he was seeing. The city was literally falling apart. Roads were closed, people were shooting each other... He had to get Sarah away from all of this.

"Where are we going daddy?" Sarah asked, finally breaking the silence between the two.

"Somewhere safe." Carlos answered.

"Is it far away?" She asked.

"I don't know sweetie." He answered honestly.

"Are there going to be other kids there?" She kept bombarding him with so many questions, and if Carlos was being honest with himself, he really didn't know how to answer all of them. He hated lying to his daughter and making up excuses, but he wanted her to stay protected, innocent, and most of all, safe. He didn't want anything to happen to her. And he'd make sure of that, over his dead body.

They drove for a couple of hours, Carlos not really wanting to stop the car any time soon. He didn't have a clue where they were at, but he didn't care. As long as they were away from those things, or zombies rather, he'd be okay. He then looked down at Sarah who was curled up in the front seat sleeping soundly. He was glad that she was able to go to sleep in all this havoc, but after all, she was probably tired. It had been a long day for all of them. Replaying the events over in his head, Carlos wasn't sure what he and Sarah were going to do now. Find other survivors? Carry on alone? He didn't know for sure.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, and now that he was alone, he finally wept over his wife. Why did Robin have to be the first to go? That should have been him locking the windows, and such. But now, because of his mistake, his wife and unborn son were gone, and he couldn't help but to blame himself for all of it; all of this even. What would become of the world? What would become of him and Sarah? Their fate was unknown as he kept driving away from the city. Hopefully they'd find refuge somewhere soon, because he was exhausted. Carlos looked down at his sleeping daughter once more, and he felt better. He was just glad that she was still with him and hadn't been hurt. He'd do everything in his power to keep her safe, even if that meant killing someone.