A few days had quietly went by, and things remained the same in the small house. Nothing had changed in the apocalyptic land, and those things, Carlos referred to them as walkers or lurkers, they still roamed around the as the undead. But in the little house that they all stayed in, Carlos, Sarah, Nikki, Trevor, Alyssa, and Jackson were all safe from the dangers of the outside world. And even though Sarah had already witness what had happened to Gerald and Shirley, he wanted to make sure that she never had to see another walker ever again.

Thankfully, Jackson and Alyssa had plenty of supplies so the group could survive without going on supply runs or anything like that. They had plenty of food, water, clothes, and all of the other necessities that could be useful in a situation like this. Jackson and Alyssa had also left the house everyday to go find other people who could use help, but they always came back empty handed. Everyone was either turned into a walker, or dead already. It was hopeless to have hope, if that made sense. But that was the way that Carlos was feeling right about now. How many people were still alive?

Sarah still had questions about everything too, but that was to be expected. She was probably so confused about what was going on with the world right now, confused as to why the dead were walking, and confused as to why they had to take shelter with random strangers that they met on the side of the road. But Carlos didn't want to tell her the truth, for he feared the reaction she might have. To know that her own mother had turned into one of those things... He couldn't bear to live with himself. He felt as though she was too soft, too kind, and that she would absolutely cease to function if she knew about the troublesome things going on at the moment.

"How long do we have to stay here?" She would ask her father as they sat and watched some random movie.

"Until we are safe." Carlos would answer.

"Why can't we go outside?" That was another one of her many questions, and it killed Carlos because he knew that Sarah absolutely loved the outdoors. She enjoyed going outside and looking at nature, at all of the pretty things. It was something that easily distracted her. But now the outdoors was an ugly place to go for solace. You had to worry about if you were going to get eaten by a walker, or shot by another survivor. So Carlos didn't let Sarah go outside. She was always wanting to know more, her mind was always so curious as to what was going on outside, but her father would never tell.

"There are bad people out there." He would tell her, making her pout and frown for a few moments. He didn't know how long these little petty lie answers would hold out for. Sarah was a smart girl, and sooner or later she would put two and two together and really figure out what was going on. And when that time came, Carlos had no idea what in the world he was going to do about it.

One night while they were waiting for Jackson to finish cooking dinner, Carlos, Sarah, Nikki, and Trevor were sitting at the living room sofa, watching another random DVD for the umpteenth time. It seemed now that this so called apocalypse had happened, there was never anything to do to keep yourself occupied or busy. You just sat around waiting, sat around doing nothing. And what were they even waiting for? Until the government got their shit together and finally did something about this mess? Or were they waiting to die? Maybe that was their fate all along, but Carlos wouldn't settle to believe that. He believed that if he tried hard enough, he and Sarah would be able to stay safe, and that they would make it out of this alive.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, pulling Carlos out of his thoughts, and startling the rest of the group as well. "Dad?" Sarah questioned. "What's happening?" She asked. Finally, they flickered again, and then shut off, leaving the group in pure darkness. Sarah let out a shriek, "Dad, what's going on?" It was apparent that she was very afraid of the dark.

"Mom, why did the lights go out?" Trevor asked, clinging to his mother. Maybe he was scared of the dark too.

"Is everyone okay?" Alyssa asked as she made her way into the living room with a small lit candle. "Don't worry, we got more candles." She said as she sat the one she was holding on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"What happened to the lights?" Sarah asked Alyssa.

"It's probably just a shortage." She replied.

That's when Jackson entered the living room as well, prepared to give bad news. "Well, I looked at the fuse box, and I'm afraid that this ain't just a little shortage. I think the power's out for good." He said with a sigh. "Maybe this shit is getting worse than we thought."

"I hope not." Alyssa chimed in. "I thought that this would all blow over in a few days."

"Me too." Carlos said.

"No power?" Nikki asked.

"Does that mean we can't watch movies anymore?" Trevor whined.

"What's getting worse?" Sarah asked, looking around at all the adults who were talking. Those were the only words she was focused on at the moment. Her breathing was beginning to pick up, and she wasn't so sure about staying in this house anymore. She was unbearably confused at the moment. What was happening? Were they going to be okay? She didn't want to stay in the dark all the time. She hated being in the dark. She even had to have a night light when she went to bed.

"Everything's fine honey." Carlos reassured his daughter.

"Are you sure?" She asked, trying to catch her breaths.

"I would never let anything happen to you Sarah." Carlos told her, patting her head for comfort, and she nodded in reply. She still wasn't too sure about all of this though, and for this first time since whatever this was started, she actually felt scared.

"I'll go get some candles so we can eat dinner." Alyssa said as she headed up the stairs in darkness. Little did the group know though, that from here on out, things would only continue to get worse.