The homes where calm and quiet. Everyone was asleep resting peacefully in there beds. Freddie was on his side buried under the covers and had a pillow over his head. Spencer was on his face with the blankets half hazard all over himself snoring away. Sam was laying in Carly's bed presumably next to her best friend. Normally she would be sprawled out if she could but since she was sharing the bed she was curled up contently under the sheets. She stirred in bed and rolled over. She woke just enough and felt as if something was missing. She sat up and rubbed her eyes and looked for where Carly's alarm clock glowed in the dark. "Great 4:00 am."

She looked in the dim light of the room looking for where Carly could have gone. "Wonder where she is? Probably in the bathroom or something?" Sam thought. She laid there on her back thinking if she wanted to get up and get something to drink or maybe a snack. She decided on both. She slid from under the covers and sat on the end of the bed for a moment. It was hot and she was wearing a pair of green pajama shorts and a thin top. She was standing up when she heard a couple of soft creaks coming from down the hall. "She probably had the same idea." Sam got up and went to the kitchen. Not seeing Carly she poured herself some juice and a plate of left overs and started to eat at the counter. She looked up as she heard more shuffling from down the hall again.

She looked up expecting to see Carly or even Spencer maybe. When nothing showed she resumed eating and finishing her drink. She placed the dishes into the sink and rinsed her hands off. She heard a crash this time and looked up fast. It sounded like it came from Spencer's room. "What is going on?" Sam thought. She slowly trekked her way out of the kitchen, through the living room, and to the hall where she stopped. The door to Spencer's room was cracked open. That was a little weird because he kept it closed when he went to sleep. She stepped lightly and slowly to the door. As she got closer she heard more knocks and shuffling as she got closer.

Swallowing her growing suspicions she opened the door. There was nobody in the room. Spencer was not in bed as Sam would have expected. She turned on his light and looked around. His bed sheets where bunches and all over. She turned off the light and started to leave. As she was turning she heard and felt a heavy thud on the floor. It was coming from the bathroom. She again slowly made her way to the door and slowly opened it. There no light and all she heard was a squelching sound she fumbled to turn the over head light on.

When she finally got the light on she saw blood all over the walls. It was nothing Sam was experienced with. It was worse then seeing the bodies at the hospital the other day. Those people where unknowns this was Spencer a man that was like her older brother laying there with blood was pooled on the floor under him. Carly was hunched over on the balls of her feet over the bloody body of Spencer where it all came from. Sam was again reminded of the cheap B horror films as she took in the scene before her. His side was ripped open with Carly chewing on something coming from inside of Spencer. "Carly? What did you do to Spencer!" Carly stood and turned to Sam so fast.

The girl that was Carly had eyes wide and unblinking, blood and gore dripped from her face. She screamed loud and charged Sam. Carly tackled her to the ground and locked on to Sam with an iron grip. Time seemed to slow for Sam as Carly managed to get her teeth into her arm. She watched with a strange detachment as her arm was being chewed on. It strangely did not hurt as a chunk of flesh was torn from her body. She was vaguely aware as Spencer started to stand up as she crashed into the tile floor hard. Her head bounced off it with a sound that could send chills through even the most unshakable constitution. Her vision started to go blurry and black was closing in. Carly was working on eating her arm. More chunks where torn as Carly scratched and bit into her arm.

Her blood was mixing on the floor with Spencer's. A large and long gout of blood shoot from where flesh was missing from her arm. Her blood mixing with Spencer's on the tile floor She watched through blurring eyes as Spencer came closer his eyes the same pale blue as Carly's. Spencer closed in his arms out and reaching for her neck and as the cold and blood soaked hands closed around Sam's neck her vision quickly faded to black. Sam sat up with a huge gasp of air as she woke up from her nightmare. She blearily looked around Carly's room Everything had seemed so vivid and real. She had never had a nightmare so scary in all her life. She was shaking that was how scary it was. The alarm clock again glowing showing the time to be again 4:00 am. Carly was still in bed soundly sleeping under her covers.

Sam checked her arm feeling the fantom sensation of her dream still lingering. She climbed from bed and walked out of the room to the kitchen. She grabbed a jug of juice and started drinking right from the carton. Not much rattles her and she had never been rattled by a dream but there is a first time for everything. She downed the rest of the juice and slammed the empty jug on the counter. She heard shuffling from the hall and watch as Spencer came into the living room yawing. "Hey Spenc what are you doing up?" Sam said in a low voice. Spencer looked up to Sam. "I could ask you the same thing." Spencer countered.

"I had a dream. Felt so real. I wanted to get some juice and shake it off."

"What was the dream about?"

"It was so real and graphic. I never had any dream like it. Me, you, and Carly where in it. It was... and I would rather forget it. How about you?"

"About the same. I woke up and just could not get back to sleep right away so I decided to get some juice too.

Sam held up the empty carton. "I finished it though."

"Oh oh well. Milk will do."

Spencer opened the fridge and got the milk carton and a glass to poor himself a glass. He was putting the carton back when the door to the apartment slammed open. Something was tossed in by someone are from behind the wall. It landed with a clatter on the table. Both Spencer and Sam where to slow to do anything as a blinding light and defining sound rang out blinding and making there ears ring. Heavy foot falls came next as at least six people stormed the home. The muffled sound of voices came to them and then they where forced to the floor. Spencer's hands where cuffed with zip ties. Sam though struggled and managed to get one hand free. With that free hand was all that was needed.

She managed to grab hold of one of the appendage of who was trying to restrain her. First she tired to get to his elbow to squeeze using her patented sleeping presser point. But she could not get the angle right. Instead she just latched on to the wrist with a vice like grip. She twisted said appendage with all the strength she could muster. The sound of a snap then the yell of pain was heard. The knee planted into her back was removed and with a battle cry Sam surged up off the floor. Her vision was blurry but she found her next target the person holding Spencer to the floor.

She tackled and then started to pummel who ever it was. Spencer tried to get up but was pulled from the kitchen by someone else and again a knee was placed on his back. Two more people ran in and tried to pull Sam from there comrade. One hand was wrapped around a harness full of equipment, of what looked like a soldier, holding him in place while Sam worked his face. She managed to hit with a few great shots. One so hard she cracked the goggles he was wearing, till the other two people managed to grab her. She could not punch any more but she was not done struggling to break free.

The soldier who got his face brutalized had enough of Sam struggles pulled out a syringe and jabbed it into the meaty part of her thigh. That was enough to send her into deep sleep. At least that was what he thought. So it was shocking that she continued to keep moving albeit at half the speed. It did nothing to loosen her grip on his harness. "If I go down I'm taking you with me." Sam managed to slur out. She raised her fist and managed one more punch before another syringe was jammed into her arm this time. With that she slummed forward still clutching the harness. The soldier was standing up and was starting to try and secure her hands with zip cuffs.

Her hand was locked around his gear. Spencer not knowing what was going on. "SAM! What did you do to her!" He began to struggle again and then he too felt a prick in his thigh. He looked down to see a needle sticking in him and he was next to go unconscious. Spencer woke up in a hot sticky mess of sweat. "Gah! That was so intense." Spencer mumbled out. He was so shaken by his nightmare. His hair was stuck to his face and the pillow case was soaked. He started to push himself up. He looked to his clock reading it was 3 am. Sitting on the edge of the bed he took a moment to collect himself.

He got up and went to his bathroom to clean up and answer the call of nature. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had never had such a vivid dream before or layered dream. He splashed some cold water on his face and then on the back of his neck. He dried off and went out into the hall way and over to Calry's room. He knew it was dumb but he just wanted to check on Carly and Sam. He quietly opened the door as quietly as he could. He slipped into the room and walked over to the bed as silently as he could. He saw that both girls where fine so he let out a breath and left heading back to bed.

Across the hall in the Benson home Freddie was also up. He was looking up more articles and videos of what was going on. Trying very hard to put the pieces together of what was going on and what was being hidden. Their was some obvious censoring of the footage in the news but the footage from normal people was a little more raw. A lot of people where setting up places of refuge like his building has done. It also looked like a lot of people have figured out that these Zombies had a number of things that they all did when they turned and had a few vulnerabilities they could exploit. All this was being spread by all the social media sights.

What was scary was the main stream news was so slow to report these findings. It could be they where waiting for confirmation from official government or scientist. He was starting to get the big picture when their was a soft knock on his door and his mothers voice. "Freddie are you still up?" His mother called to him. "Yeah mom come on in." Freddie got up and went to sit on his bed as his mother came in and sat next to him.

"I was having a bad dream and just wanted to make sure you where ok honey. What are you doing still up?"

"I was just trying to find out more information on what is going on."

"Oh Freddie I knew I shouldn't have taken those parenting blocks off the computer. I don't want you looking at that dreadful stuff. I'm putting them on right now."

"Mom no that wont help and I figured out how to fight back at those Zombie things."

"What are you saying Freddie. Those things can't be Zombies their people infected with a new strain of Rabies."

"Mom it is not Rabies. This is something that is a lot more dangerous. People get shot and don't go down, their blood is coagulated, and their eyes cloud over turning white. The only way to take them out is to destroy the brain. And the scariest thing is if you are bit you will turn within a few hours to seconds depending on how fast you die. I've been posting about this all over every social media site and any news group that will let me post it along with all the videos that support the claims. Others have been posting similar things as well. The only thing I can't seem to figure out is how lucky Carly is that she hasn't turned." Marisa looked at her son with eyes full of fear. She wanted to pack him in a car and get out of the city fast as her car would drive.

"I need to go down to the people guarding this place and tell them what is going on."

"No you will not Fredward Benson! I don't want you anywhere near those people with guns!"

"Mom you don't get it. I can help everyone in the building!"

"No!"

"But mom this is a huge thing peoples lives are at stake!"

"Freddie your life is more important then anything to me."

"Mom please."

"Fine ok." Freddie looked relieved and grateful. "But in the morning and I'm coming with you. Understood?"

"Ok that works. Thanks mom." Freddie got up and turned off his monitor and then went back to his bed. "Good night Freddie." His mom hugged him. "Night mom." She turned off his light and closed his door.