AN: Some people were freaked out by Arizona being into Jo. There's nothing to worry about. I wanted Arizona to have someone else she crushed on instead of a Lauren or Leah character. I know her focus should be on Callie, and it is. It's just a crush. It's also better than a Callie and Erica set-up in my opinion. The action picks up in this chapter and I hope it satisfies your imagination. Thanks for the reviews, follows, and all that junk. Keep it coming!

I would have updated quicker, but I've been busy the past few days so I hope this chapter is good.

Chapter 3

I turned on the TV to the news channel and tuned out Callie's crying only for a minute to focus on the screen in front of me.

"And we're back with this continuing story. An infectious disease has broken out in Seattle, Portland, and Boise. People who have the disease seem to break out into a violent rage and symptoms include: foaming at the mouth, red, irritated eyes, and slow motor responses. The cause has yet to be confirmed and hospitals are over flowing; running out of supplies. Scientist advise all citizens avoid contact with any of the infected. There have been recorded incidents of the infected attacking doctors and innocent by standers. The disease is said not to be air-borne, but families should stay inside to take precautions. Most schools have canceled classes, stores and hospitals are being attacked by patients and the sick for medication. Riots in the cities have caused massive fires and destruction of public properties. Again, we recommend kids, and early workers to stay indoors. We hope to have more information as the story develops."

The anchor's voice was quiet but fast to speak, trying to present all the information. They showed images of downtown Seattle and Boise. There were people stealing from grocery stores and others punching people in the face. They showed a video of a person in a hospital waiting room with the mentioned symptoms. The corner of his mouth was oozing white bubbles and he seemed… dead.

"Oh god."

"I know! Aria went out early this morning to grab some coffee and she never came back! Dad and I tried calling her, but….Arizona. What if she got hurt or attacked?"

"Aria's very strong…and snobby. I'm sure she has someone protecting her."

"Arizona!"

"Listen. I'm going to go check on my parents. After that, I'll come over."

"You heard what they said on the news. You can't go outside. There are people stealing and burning things and…probably killing for a bottle of freaking Tylenol!"

"I'll just drive over there and then we'll figure it out together. Okay?"

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"Well, that's what I'm going to do. I'll be over in a few."

"Be careful Arizona." He voice was so quiet I could barely hear it.

"I will. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung my phone up. I flipped through the channels on the TV or a minute. Most of them had a news report, an emergency broadcast, or nothing at all. Images of the sick biting on other people came up. Warnings and symptoms moved at the bottom of the screen. I heard more sirens ring outside my window so I walk over to check it out.

As I lifted the blinds, a burst of orange and yellow came into site. The second or third house down was covered in angry flames. "Oh god!" Cops and other first responders were racing around. An older man walked out into the street towards the authorities. A cop slowly walked up to the man with his hand placed on top of his weapon. He held out a hand implying for him to stop. The old man leaped into the air and grabbed onto the cop's neck with his mouth. I jumped back as shots began to fire.

I sit back on my bed, putting my hands behind me to make sure I didn't collapse. I start to put together a small bag with a change of clothes and other items I might need to stay at Callie's. I've only stayed once before, but I'm sure she or Mr. Torres wouldn't mind. As I'm stuffing a notebook into my bag, the lights cut out. Shit. I grab the remote and try to turn on the TV. It doesn't work. I grabbed by bag and went towards the stairs.

Walking down, I started to call out for my parents.

"Mom! Dad!" there was no initial response so I continued through the house.

"Mom! Dad! Where are you guys at?!" I made it to the kitchen and didn't notice a note or breakfast left from my mother.

"Barbra…Daniel?!"

I jog back up the steps and into their room. No sign of them. Damn it. I pulled out my phone and scrolled until I saw my mom's number. I tapped on it and waited for her to answer. After five or so rings, her voicemail picked up. I tried my dad's number next. After the same amount, his voicemail started, but I hung up before the beep even came. I tried my mom's work number. She worked later in the day so I didn't know why she would be there. No answer. One last time, I went to my mother's contact. When her voicemail picked up, I left a message.

"This is Barbra Robbins. Please leave a message and I'll call back. BEEP."

"Mom, it's Arizona. I'm not sure where you are or where dad is, but this disease thing doesn't sound too good. I'm going to stay at Callie's, Aria is missing or something. Call me back. BEEP."

I remembered my dad had said something about working at the base sometime this week. I looked in the drawers for the phone book. It was hard to see and the light on my phone wasn't much help. I flinched as more shots are fired in the distance. I'm still not completely sure what's going on, but it's frustrating and scary. I wanted to cry. I wanted curl up into a ball in the corner and cry. The phone book looked out dated and useless, but it was worth a shot. I looked up the number and dialed it. After three rings, a man picks up.

"Hello, Seattle Marine base." His voice sounded hurried and in the background, I could hear other lines ringing.

"Hey. This is Arizona Robbins, my father is Daniel Robbins. He said he was going in today to work and he isn't picking up his phone. Can you tell me if he's there?"

"I worked with Daniel some the other day. He never made it in this morning. You sound pretty upset, you need someone to come pick you up?"

"No, it's okay. He never came in?"

"No, I'm sorry. I can send one of our guys over if you want."

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"Stay inside. Keep safe Miss Robbins."

"I will."

After I hung the phone up, I slid down the cabinet onto the floor. Roars of fire truck hoses and cop sirens are all I hear. I have to get to Callie's.

I grabbed the keys off the counter and went into the garage. Through the windows in the garage door, I could see people running and trash scattered in the neighbor's yard across the road from us. I walked over to the tiny window and peeked out. Everything looked like the pictures and videos shown on the news. I hung my head as I walked to the driver's door of my car. If I go out, I'm risking my life. Callie needed me though. We haven't been together long, but I'm almost sure I would protect her with my life. My girlfriend needed me and I'm sure I needed her too. I have to go.

As I pulled out of my driveway, the complete disaster of my neighborhood hit me. Houses were burnt down, blood spilled into the streets, bullet shells lying around. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but the silence was distracting. All sirens and fire trucks have stopped and are unaccompanied. A woman with torn clothes and blood tripping from her mouth shuffled into the road. I slowly drove my car around her. As I passed, I examined her. Slobbery foam cover her entire neck, blood was spattered all over her holey clothes. Her mouth was opened and I could hear her moan through my window. I sped up, trying to get to Callie's as fast as I could.

When I pulled into her driveway, I pulled out my phone and called Callie.

"Arizona?"

"Yeah, I'm sitting outside your house. I need you to open the door so I can run in."

"I'm at the door now."

I checked around my car before opening the door. I closed it and dashed for the front door. When I got there, Callie had it cracked open enough for me to squeeze in. She closes and locks it after I get in. We look at each other with our phones still to our ears.

We said together, "Hey."

We threw our phones into our pockets and ran into each other's arms, hugging tightly. I closed my eyes as I thought about how lucky I was to find her well. I leaned back with my arms still wrapped around her. Her eyes were red and puffy, but I knew it had to be from her crying. In fact, a tear was starting to fall from the corner of her eye then. I brought my hand up to cup her face and slowly wipe it away. She looked me up and down quickly before taking a step back.

"You're not infected are you?" Callie spit out.

"No. I haven't left the house or come into contact with anyone until now." I looked into her eyes.

"Good."

"What about you?"

"No. Dad heard schools were canceled before I left. Then the thing with Aria…" She started to shake her head as tears came down her face.

"I'm sorry. I know she's out there somewhere and I'm sure she's just fine. I couldn't find my parents. They weren't in the house and they didn't answer their phones. Called the base and they said dad didn't even show up this morning." As I spoke, I notice my voice fill with fear and grief.

Callie's jaw dropped as she looked at me. "Oh, Arizona…" She pulled me further into the living room and sat with me on the couch. We embraced each other, both upset and worried about our family. Still hugging me, she continues, "If Aria is okay, so are your parents."

I was looking over her shoulder, when I noticed Mr. Torres walk in.

"Hello Arizona." His voice was soft and distant. Callie and I turned to face him, still holding the other's hand.

"Hey, Mr. T." I sniffled up the tears I had shed.

"I heard you talking about your parents. You couldn't get in touch?"

I shook my head.

"I'm sorry to hear." He moved his attention to Callie. "I just got a reading off the scanner. The Army is quarantining all the major infected cities and evacuating the healthy if they can. If we want to get into a safer place, we need to get our things together and leave."

Callie looked at him. "As in…relocate…to a different place?!" He nodded. "It's hell out there! There's no way we could make it out of Seattle alive!"

"Calliope, the Army is going to help and I don't think we have any other choice."

My phone went off; interrupting the information he was giving us. I picked it up and saw Derrick Shepard's name light up.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Arizona? You're okay!" He sounded like he was out of breath but relieved.

"Yes and apparently you are too. Where are you at?"

"Meredith and I went to school early to help some kids with their Bio homework. All of this happened afterwards. They canceled school then told us we couldn't leave. There's a group of us piled into the band room. Webber was here with us, but he went out to check on some Ms. Stevens who was being harassed by some guy. He hasn't come back and the doors are stuck with some type of tool in them. We have NO clue about what's going on."

"Slow down. You guys are trapped at the school?" I could see Callie's eyes get wide as she listened to our conversation.

"Yes! If you could come and get us out of here….we just want to get out. Meredith is upset because Christina disappeared. Everyone keeps asking me questions and I don't know what to do!" I never saw or heard Derrick cry, but I have a feeling he wasn't too far from it now.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. They're evacuating the city. Callie, her dad, and I will try our best to pick you up. Keep your phone on you, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Okay, bye."

The phone clicked as the call ended. Callie looked at me with concern.

"Arizona, we won't have enough room for them."

"Sure we will. You and your dad can take the Tahoe and I could take my car."

She still looked at me unsure. Her father handed her a bag she must have already packed. He didn't seem happy to hear our friends would be tagging along, but he seemed in for it.

"Grab your keys Callie and lets go." He said firmly.

Callie stood up and looked at me with watery eyes.

"Arizona…"

I went up and rested my hand on her shoulder.

"We'll be fine. I promise."