AN: I wasn't planning on diving into a new WIP, but this idea wouldn't let me go. The chapters will get longer as we go along, this is just a bit of set up, and I have been practicing writing smut, so the rating will eventually change. So, that's something to look forward to.

I also want to take a moment to thank Willowfae82 for being my very first beta. Her thoughts helped motivate me to continue instead of scraping this.

General Disclaimer here. I own nothing more than some awesome memorabilia.

Also, reviews tend to push me toward writing more, so you should do that.

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Unbroken & Fearless:

The power had been flickering on and off for hours. When it was on Ed Peletier had the radio tuned attentively listening to programs dedicated to the ever worsening situation around the country, lists of local evacuation centers and eye witness accounts of the newly dead rising again to attack the living. When the power was off he yelled commands at his wife and daughter to pack. He wanted their bags, the camping gear, his MRE's, and his gun collection in the back of their Cherokee. The closest evac station was in Atlanta, a solid two hour drive without traffic.

He opened the garage door and surveyed the neighborhood. Most of his neighbors were packing up cars and trucks as well. Ed cackled as he lit a cigarette and watched a young family across the street packing large plastic toys for their kids in the back of their car. Ed looked back at his Jeep thinking about all the things that they would have to bring for Carol and Sophia. The bitch hadn't even gotten the kid packed yet. They were probably up in her room deciding what doll to take.

The more he thought about it the more Ed realized his lazy ass wife and good for nothing kid were going to be nothing more than a liability. Those two were going to get him killed.

Just then he saw old Mr. Henderson from down the street stumble toward the young couple across the street. Mr. Henderson had a dark blood stain all over his chest from a wound on his throat. His skin was more ashen than it should be and he was walking with a strange gait as though he had hurt his ankle but didn't care.

Ed watched as the old man's arms rose to grab at the wife, but her husband yelled and ran toward her swinging an iron putter at the old man. Mr. Henderson hit the ground and struggled to regain his footing. The husband checked over his wife, kissed her and ushered her into the car. He took another swing at the old man as he began to approach again, this time cracking across his jaw. Ed winced while watching the altercation, however he didn't lift a finger to help.

As the neighbor's car pulled out an idea cemented in Ed's mind. Carol and Sophia were going to bring him down. He would never survive if he had them in tow.

Glancing between the now moving old man across the street and the door leading back into the house, Ed began to form a plan.

He opened the back door to carol's beat up old Buick and began shifting things. He took Carol's bag out of his car and put it in hers. Then, feeling magnanimous, he parted with a few handfuls of MREs into a grocery bag along with six water bottles; and both her and Sophia's sleeping bags. Once that was all in he slammed the back door and opened the front, he slid his wedding band off of his finger and set it on her dashboard.

Once that was done he jumped into the Cherokee, turned it on and threw in into reverse before Carol or the kid could catch him. As he got to the street and switched gears into drive the door to the house opened and his wife stared at him in shock.

"Ed? ED?" She yelled out in fear. She took a few steps into the garage still staring at her husband, caught in the act of leaving her in the middle of the apocalypse. "Damn you Ed! Damn You!"

They both saw Mr. Henderson at the same time. His broken and obviously undead body moving across the street toward the noise Carol was making.

Ed looked away from her and drove off leaving her to possibly die at the hands of their neighbor.

Carol ran back to the door, slamming her hand on the button to shut the garage door. Nothing happened. The power must have blinked off again. Mr. Henderson was growling as he got further up the driveway. Carol ran to the center of the garage, under the motor that opened the door. There was a small red handle hanging down. She had to hop slightly to reach it, but as soon as she pulled it the heavy door slammed shut.

She and her daughter would be safe for a little while longer.

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AN: Reviews Welcome!