[A/N] nazi: whoops that was my fault. i fixed it so i hope it's okay now. thanks for catching that! and i'm glad you love my story!

Also thank you Fable II is AWESOMESAUCED!

I felt sick, sick to the core.

All around were dead bodies and infected limping around.

Suddenly the chances of having CEDA save us was slim...

The chances of finding Spencer alive was even slimmer.

"No.. No... This is all wrong..." I mumbled through my fingers as I limply held onto my rifle. Ellis must've noticed my distress, he appeared beside me and nudged me.

" 'ey now, yer big bro has'ta be 'round here. We'll find 'im, don'tchu worry Cal." As much as I wanted to believe him, I just forced a smile on my face and turned away. All this sent made me nauseous.

I just wanted to drop my weapon and scream.

This isn't how I wanted it to go.

No.

CEDA was suppose to be here. Not all these infected.

It felt like my arms were noodles and suddenly holding this gun was like carrying around an anchor.

"SHOOT THEM, SHOOT THEM ALL!"

I was backed up against the kitchen wall, trying to shove the snapping of teeth near my neck.

I was too afraid to shoot them. All these faces,

I remember them.

A couple ran this restaurant. Me, my mom, and Spencer would come here and eat every Sunday morning as a tradition. They served the best eggs and bacon and just thinking about it gets my stomach rumbling.

Though at this moment, I'm not so hungry.

It's a huge struggle for me just to get past the kitchen, and now it feels like i'm clawing my way out from the front of the restaurant.

I turn around to find the others, only to be slammed against a car by a random Infected, trying to get a snag at my neck.

Next thing I know there's an alarm blaring, and the sound of scattering feet make me realize

Everyone I know here is dead.

I gathered all my strength and just knocked down the zombie who was holding me down and crushed in his face with the back of my rifle.

"What are you doing kid? Get yo' ass moving!" Coach grabbed me by the wrist and nearly flung me to the direction of the safehouse.

We all staggered in, Ellis almost toppling over me as sat near the door.

"Whoa there Cal, almost tripped on ya." I huffed as I stared glassy eyed at him. His expression dropped and he made himself cozy next to me.

"What's the matter hun? I didn't really mean to trip on ya-"

"It's not that El, i'm just... I... What if Spencer isn't here? Or alive? What do I do?" He smiled softly and patted my back.

"Now don'tchu worry, i'm sure he's safe n' sound. Don't be thinkin' 'bout stuff like that ya hear? We gonna get outta here." I found myself smiling at his words of endearment and got up.

"Thanks El, now lets go kick some zombie ass."

I was being slammed against a tree shouting for someone to come help me.

There were birds away from this mayhem chirping their lovely hearts out, and here I am with the others swamped with a bunch of infected.

The Charger eventually went limp and fell with a heavy thud.

"Whew, sorry about that!" Rochelle sighed as she wiped off some blood from her brow. I nodded at her and got up ready to get this whole ordeal over with.

It was becoming urgent to find Spencer, or at least got out of here.

It was becoming a drag to get through this place, and i'm getting impatient.

So impatient I don't even bother to heal myself anymore; I just hop myself up on pills and run.

"Now hold on! You gotta heal yourself before getting out there." Nick shouted as he grabbed me by the arm. I nearly forgot that the door was alarmed.

"Huh? I'm fine! We need to go now!" I cried, getting antsy at the thought of finding the safe house.

"Fine?! Like hell you're not! That cut on your arm from days ago doesn't look good! And hell kid, you're bleeding from your nose!" He was right, the cut on my left arm from that Witch seemed to get worse as I continued here. It was getting better but I then neglected cleaning it.

Not to mention it was my shield from Spitter's acid. I wiped whatever blood remained on my upper lip and glared at him.

"Look i'll heal, b-but we need to get going on. I have some pills so don't freak out." Nick scowled and then shrugged.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."

In retrospect, I do regret not healing.

"God fucking dammit!" Nick hissed under his breath as he shoved off an infected. I already had to fight off two Jockey's, a Hunter, and Spitter.

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Make that two Hunters now.

"AUGH, GET OFF." It felt like my intestines were being pulled out of me, and the decision of ditching out on healing was the worst mistake I made so far.

I couldn't even think through as the damn alarm kept on blaring, saying 'Hey it's an all you can eat buffet!'

The Hunter collapsed next to me and there Ellis stood over me.

"There ya go, now c'mon before we get left behin'!" Ellis picked me up and nearly shoved me up the ladder. Rochelle was ahead, knocking infected off to reach the alarm as Coach was in front of her shooting them off.

The sweet silence of the alarm was so blissful, but the growls and groans ruined this moment.

It didn't take long to finally clear out the area.

"Whew was that something or what!?" Rochelle exclaimed as she stretched. Coach came up beside me and nudged me.

"Now I know Nick ain't right all the time, but it's best to say you better heal befo' we get goin'." I rubbed my head sheepishly and nodded. It was embarrassing looking back at my behavior, it's no point of searching for Spencer if i'm slowly dying out here.

We got into the station and searched around for supplies.

I got into a room and decided it was about time to take a look at my wounds. Man was I beaten up or what.

I lifted my shirt, taking a much better look before hearing heavy footsteps.

"Hey Cal I- WOAH!" Ellis flailed his arms around thinking I was undressing... Which was partially true.

"El! It's alright! I'm just wrapping up." I lowered his arms from his face, seeing his face all red and flustered.

"O-oh well, uhm... N-need help?" I smiled and nodded my head. He took my left arm and began disinfecting the scratches.

"You still worried hun?" I looked at him, and sighed.

"Yeah, I mean, the way things have been. Not to mention, this is my hometown. Everyone I've known is here and possibly dead." He squeezed my elbow slightly and smiled.

"'Ey now, I betchu can find yer big bro. I promise ya." A blush crept onto my face and without thinking I hugged him.

I felt his muscles move underneath me, his ams wrapping around me. There was this sudden urge to just kiss him, but I was so nervous.

I've done it before, what's preventing me now?! I mean, we're both in a room by ourselves, and the others are off looking for things.

"Hey El, what's going to happen once this is all over?" I still held onto him, as we both looked at each other. His blue eyes searched around, finding an answer. My heart began to beat uncontrollable and I was afraid he was going to feel it.

"Now I can't say fer sure, but... For now, I wanna get yew outta here and safe." I smiled and got the courage to kiss him again. It simple and sweet, nothing too hot and heavy.

I didn't want to let him go.

I wanted to enjoy the moment for awhile.

"Ellis! Cal! Lets get going!" We both jumped and quickly gathered our stuff to avoid having a confrontation.

As we caught up, Nick began making snarky remarks.

"Ellis you better be using protection even if it's the end of the world..."

"C'mon lets get over this bus, we don't got all day." Nick muttered as he waited for us to climb down.

A nasty cough made me jump and everyone readied their weapon and pointed it at the air. "Where is that son of a bitch." Coach mumbled, slowly walking off the bus.

It wasn't before long that a long slimy tongue wrapped itself around his ankle and tried to drag him off the bus.

"Coach! I got you!" Rochelle grabbed onto him as the Smoker tried pulling him away.

"Someone! Grab my machete and cut this thing off!" I grabbed her machete and cut it off, while Nick and Ellis began shooting at the Smoker.

"Dammit he got away..." Ellis wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Well there's no point waitin' for him, lets get going before we get swamped with a horde." Rochelle huffed as she helped Coach get off the bus.

It was eerily quiet as we made it through the street and out of the house.

"Isn't it a bit weird there's no infected around...?" I asked, jumping from the gaping hole in the house.

"Now that ya mention it... It is kinda weird..." A low growl made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

"You guys..." The group walked right into the street, not hearing me.

"You guys... I think there's a-"

"TANKKK!" Coach shouted as the clobbering thing came at him and swung.

Gunshots rang out, and I tried catching up to the group.

"SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT!" Ellis screamed as he kept his rifle aimed high at the Tank. He lunged towards Nick and knocked him over a couple of times, Rochelle taking advantage of this shooting him straight in the back.

It didn't take long for the thing to eventually fall over and collapse.

"Whew thank God for that." Rochelle smiled as she looked over the gigantic infected. "Well lets get going before anymore show up, huh?

We walked through till we had to hit the sewers, and man did that stink or what (no pun)

Then it came to making it across a maze full of alarmed cars (which we did end up setting one off and man was that hell or what)

Things cleared up and I realized that nearby the cemetery was my old home.

"If we make it past the cemetery we can scrounge through my old place and find supplies!"

It wasn't an easy task to make it through the cemetery as I completely forgot how to get through.

"Ack! Finally!" I sat at the ledge of an abandoned truck, laughing awkwardly to myself.

My home! It's right there! Maybe there's some clues about where Spencer is. Or even, my mom!

The waiting is killing me.

"So where to Cal, you're leading us." I pretty much sprinted through the street, excited.

The door was barricaded and I had to rip off the wooden planks with a crowbar lying nearby.

Once I got the door open, there was that familiar feeling again.

The house was two stories, and always had this sorta foresty feeling since my mom was always into nature and stuff, though now all those plants are dead and withered away. The house smelled like dying plants and there was this putrid smell I wasn't sure where it was coming from.

The group split up and I walked upstairs, going into my old room.

There were old paintings I did hanging around, my jars of paint scattered (some spilled), and just papers everywhere. The house was a mess but i'm sure it's from the whole Infection thing here and CEDA evacuating people from their homes. There wasn't much here I kept, though there was an old photo of me and Spencer on my desk.

I felt queasy looking at it and placed the picture flat on the desk.

Across the hallway was my mother's room (and down the hall was Spencer's).

I noticed that while all the other rooms were open, it was only my mom's room that was closed.

The door wouldn't budge, so I began slamming my shoulder onto the door, and it took a few times before it budged open. Then that horrible putrid smell overwhelmed me.

The entire room was stained red and there was this gut feeling that something was going to turnout wrong...

The mattress was thrown across the room, along with the cork board that hung over my mother's desk.

I lifted the mattress and noticed a bulge underneath the covers and blankets. Moving things around that smell began to get worse and worse and the sound of flies got me anxious.

I couldn't handle it anymore, I threw the mattress against the wall, and moved the blankets and cover around.

Honestly I regretted it.

I wanted to scream and lash out.

I just.

All I could do was whimper.

"Mom?"

So yeah I know it's been awhile, but hey, i'm nearly done wrapping this story up. Awesome! But I just finished classes for now, and i'm going to try updating as much as I can.

hahaha but yeah guys don't fret i am still around and alive (barely)