A/N: Yes, another story. I've recently started watching, again, all the gory, and funny, zombie movies, and decided 'Hey, why not wrote a fanfic, to release all that pent-up creative tension?' So here I am. I mean, everyone loves a good, cannabalistic-undead-gore-fest, right?... Right? Anyway, enough of my mad person type ramblimgs. I save them for my other half, because he listens, even though he doesn't take notice. On with the story! I hope you guys like it!

My phone buzed, angrily. It pulled me from my dream, and I awoke somewhat reluctantly.

''Oh. Holy Hell, Bella! I've been trying to ring you for hours! You finished work ages ago. Where the eff-ing hell are you, for Christs' sake? Did you not think to call me?'' The panicked voice of my brother cut through my sleep induced haze, and thats when I finally noticed the illumination from the clock above my work station, I glanced, and sucked in a deep breath, gathering my scrambled thoughts.

''Shit, Jake! I'm sorry! I fell asleep at my desk. I was working overtime, again. I need that goddam money, and you know that!'' I snapped, unintentionally, and I sounded harsh, even to myself. I flinched, and carried on ''I'll be home, soon. Just let me gather my things, and I'll set off home, promise. Okay?''

''I'm sorry too, and I know you need the money.'' His tone was softer, but the panic was still there, barely held back, restrained ''but the government reports are getting worse, Bells. The virus can kill you within minutes of infection. You had me scared there, and I thought... I thought you'd been infected'' I heard the sob in his voice ''Now, you get your tiny butt home, so I can kick it from here to timbuktoo. Okay?'' I nodded, even though he wouldn't see me. I snorted softly to myself.

''Yeah, yeah. I'll be home soon. Bye Jake'' I shut the call off, gathered my files and laptop, and headed for my bright red Dodge Ram, nicknamed the 'Beast' by me. It was luminescent red, and it had a huge flat-bed. I was thrilled when Jake had brought it home for me, bought second-hand, for my eighteenth. I chuckled at the memory, and I hopped in, flicking the ignition, and stomping the gas. I backed out of my space, and put a CD in. Buckcherrys' Sorry came out of my speakers, and I sang aloud to the lyrics, nodding my head.

I stopped at the lights, and as I waited, a drunkard came tumbling out the bushes, his arms outstretched to stop his inevitable face-plant. I felt a smile twist my features as I watched his awkward movements. As I set off, my truck rumbling through the quietness of the night, I saw more people fall out the shadows, and I felt my grin widen at their idiocy. I assumed a party must be going on nearby, with the amount of inerberated people moving around me. I saw my turn, and headed down the secluded street, to the modest, three-bedroomed house I shared with my brother and his Girlfriend, Leah. She was okay, but if I'm honest, she was a little on the 'I'm-stuck-up-my-own-ass' side, and she irritated me. A lot.

I killed the ignition, grabbed my coat, along with my bag, jumping down from the cab before tramping to the house. The door swung open just as I reached for the handle. I was engulfed in my brothers arms in seconds, and his stifling heat rocketed through me.

''Don't you ever, and I mean ever scare the shit out of my like that again! You understand?''I nodded against his chest and I was released.

''Sorry bro'' I muttered as I grabbed my things off the floor, walking to the lounge. Oh, joy. Leah's still up, but one glance at her tear-stained face told me something was seriously wrong. Leah never cried. I let it slide for now, but I would ask Jake later. I saw her eyes follow my movements toward the kitchen, as I decided I wanted food. My grumbling stomach wanted something sweet, so I rooted through the cupboards for my packet of Jellybabies.

I headed back to the lounge, where the TV was on, and a reporters voice was cutting through the strangely tense atmosphere. I cringed as I swallowed by the oppressive feelings running through the normally happy house. I choked down a sweet, and listened intently to the reporter, my eyes never leaving Leahs' distraught features.

''... The infection has seemingly eaten the entire town of Forks, Washington, with no reported survivors...'' The TV was quietened with a cry, and my attention turned to the now silent, black screen. Realisation washed over me, and I crumpled. Charlie.

''Jake...'' His name sounded mumbled through the tears that were thick on my face. He knew I'd figured it out. Jake wasn't my familial brother, and was four years older than me, at twenty-three, but he was my brother in every sense of the word. We'd grown up together, gone through everything best friends can imagine, and we ended up living together, along with his girlfriend of three years. His dad, Billy, and my dad Charlie, were also the best of friends, and Billy was accepting of Charlies relationship with Sue Clearwater, who was Leahs mother. We were one big, happy, if somewhat mixed-up, family. And I loved it.

I felt his arms close around me, and I tumbled into them, for once accepting of his strange body temperature, and I sobbed into his shoulder. I felt his arms shift, and I suddenly felt Leahs left arm close over me, holding me, and I was highly aware that this is the first time we've been near each other without arguing. The fact wasn't lost on her either, and she gripped my hand. I held them both to me, as wave after wave of grief crashed over me, making my cries increase, and along with Leahs, we were making a din. The neighbours could probably hear us, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, and we watched the pink, filmy sun rise amongst the purple tinged clouds. It was a beautiful sight, but I was also reminded that Charlie and Sue may be dead, and I held back a fierce cry. I shook lightly, as I removed myself from Jakes', and Leahs' arms. I needed to ring Charlie. I needed to hear my fathers voice, and be reassured he was alive. I dragged my heavy body to the hallway, and I grabbed my cell, and flipped through, searching for his cell-number. I pressed the call button, and waited with baited breath, and time seemed to slow, as I listened to the shrill ringing in my ear.

''Bella?'' I sagged with the immense relief that coursed through me, bringing feeling back to my heavy limbs, as the sound of my Fathers voice filled my head.

''Cha-...Dad!'' I sobbed.

''Bella, baby! Its me! Me and Sue, we're alive! We're holed up at Newtons outfitters, along with some other survivors. Are you okay?''

''I'm fine Dad! I was worried. The news reported said that the infection had killed off Forks...'' I trailed off.

''Well, honey. He was right. Everyone's... Dead. For want of a better word, but they aren't dead. They're eating the living Bells. Which is why we're having to hide'' I could feel the bile rising in my dry throat, and I heaved. I heard footsteps behind me, and my phone was taken from my limp fingers. I felt arms ensnare my waist, and I was held up against Jakes' body, as he talked to Charlie. I heard a few ''Mhms'' and ''Ahhs'' and at one point a ''Oh my god'' escape Jakes lips, and the room started to spin. Images of my school teacher eating a student, popped into my brain, and I finally made my feet move, to the bathroom, and I vomited. After a few minutes, my stomach was empty, but I continued to heave. My throat ached for water, but my body was still trying to expel my insides.

I heard light footsteps, and Leahs voice filled my ears.

''Are you okay Bella?'' I felt her arm around my shoulders, helping me into a standing postion as I rinsed my mouth of the taste. She was being friendly, and in all honesty, I could get used to a nice Leah.

''Leah, Sue and Dad, they're okay! They're alive, and living at Newtons outfitters, with a load of other people. Who they are, I couldn't tell you. But they're alive!'' My voice was hoarse, but my relief was palpable, and Leah literally sagged onto me at hearing her mother was alive. She was gasping, and I could tell she was over-whelmed.

''How? When?'' She asked. Her voice strained over the two, small words.

''I had to ring Charlie. I know he carries a small phone around with him, for emergencies. So I rang that, and thankfully, he answered. He told me everything''

''What's happening there Bella? Tell me!'' She shook my shoulders, prompting me.

''Everyone... Everyone's dead, Leah. But they're not'' She tried to cut me off ''They're eating each other, the dead are eating the living. We're finally entering a nightmare Leah, and there's nothing we can do about it'' She looked downcast at my words, and I saw tears fill her dark eyes, and I myself heard the defeat in every syllable. We sat there for an immeasureable amount of time, when Jake joined us, a grim look on his tan face. I quirked my eyebrow, and his frown seemed settled into his features. I opened my mouth, and swallowed air, about to speak, when I was cut off by Jakes deep timbre.

''Bella, Leah; We're headed to Forks. We need to be with our Family'' He helped us stand, and told us to pack for a long trip. He was heading to the gas station to pump as much fuel as possible in my behemoth of a truck, and to grab non-perishable food items. I could tell he'd thought this through, and it scared me to see how composed he was, how cold his normally friendly eyes were. I wondered what Charlie had said to him. I shook the thought away for now, and concentrated on making everything smaller, so it was easier to take more things.

I changed into Jeans, and a tank-top, and wrapped a jacket round my waist. I grabbed my loose, baggy, practical trousers, and shoved them in, along with some tank-tops, a jacket and underwear. I threw in some toiletries, as I liked to keep clean. I wrestled my feet in my old army boots, and fastened the laces round my ankles. I yanked my draw open, and rooted round, feeling for the metal container I kept there. My fingers came into contact with the frigid metal, and I pulled it forward, my hands grasping greedily at the edges. I shook off the socks that lay on the top, and I undid the lock.

There, sat proudly, was my gun. I was given this by Charlie on my eighteenth birthday. It was a silver, Colt .45, with black inlay, and I loved it. I searched further for the boxes of ammunition I kept for it, and I punched the air when I found them. I shoved the boxes of ammo into my bag, after loading the gun, and making sure the safety was on. I fingered through the draw once more, and found the leather strap I was looking for. My holster. It was Charlies, but he gave it to me, along with the gun. I strapped it round my leg, and shoved the gun into the holster.

I threw my chestnut hair into a ponytail, and I found myself wondering where this burst of energy had come from, and why I was so excited and worked up to have my gun in hand. I was scaring myself, and I eventually blamed it on my lack of sleep the previous nights. I slung my large duffle bad over my shoulder, after patting my gun once more, and placing my fully-charged cell into my pocket. I wandered into the spare room, and I shuffled though the boxes of stuff, 'til I found my old, swiss army knife. I placed that into the leather strap of my holster, within grabbing reach.

I turned as I headed out the room, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked... Badass. I nodded my approval, and walked downstairs, noting that Leah was dressed like me, minus the gun. She whistled.

''Isa-bella Swan...'' She said my name in two syllables ''If we weren't in the midst of a Zombie apocalypse, and I wasn't so in love with Jake, I would most definently bat for the other side, just for you'' I felt a crimson blush stain my cheeks, and I turned. I heard her cough lightly, to get my attention.

''Look, Bella, I'm sorry for all the animosity towards you. I was... Jealous of yours, and Jakes relationship. I know I had nothing to worry about, but I though that if I was a bitch to you, maybe you'd hate Jake, and, well, leave. I'm glad you didn't now'' She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, avoiding my eyes. A habit she'd learned from Jake. I laughed lightly, and walked to her. I didn't hesistate as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me. She stiffened at first, then relaxed and wrapped herself around me, welcoming my embrace. I heard her breath catch, and I knew she was holding back sobs.

''Leah, I do love Jake. As a brother. Seeing him as anything more... Well that shit would just freak me out and I would, in all honesty, admit myself to a mental health clinic. You two are amazing together, and I can see the love there. And if I'm honest, you've always felt like a sister, even if we never talked, and I'm putting this down to the relationship our parents have, but I do care about you'' I ended my speech. I let go of her, and turned to walk to the lounge.

I heard the growl of something in the garden. I froze, and so did Leah. I slowly crouched, and stuck my head out the open back door, to see a man dragging his left foot, and groaning, but his eyes were clear. No pupil, or iris. He was one of them; the infection had reached Seattle. I took in the site of his bloodied body, and I whispered to Leah to stay put after she saw what it was -I will never forget the look of horror on her face- and I reached for my gun. No way was I going to be eaten alive, just to become of them. I capped the safety, and took aim at his bloodied head. I pulled the trigger, and the whizz of the bullet disturbed the air for all of three seconds, before busting into the guys brains, and blowing them out. I felt adrenaline course through me.

I cheered at my first hit, when Leah pulled me back, slamming the door; fear was the main thing on her face. I turned, slowly, and saw at least ten of the things just milling around our garden, each of them covered in the other Zombies blood and brains. They looked drunk, and my mind raced back to the drive home last night. I retched, as I took in the sight of a woman, with half a face, her right eye drooping. I motioned to Leah, and we tip-toed to the front room, just as the beast pulled up. I could see Leah shaking, as we both took in Jakes' steely, hard expression. Something was seriously wrong.

Jake jumped out, kicking the door open and grabbing our bags without a word, and waving his hand to follow him. I hopped into the flat-bed, as there wasn't room for three of us, and the bags, so I opted to seat myself comfortably the tarp I kept there. I knocked on the small window, indicating for him to reverse, and he did. I heard the screech of the tyres as he pelted along the road out of Seattle, and to Forks. I just kept up hope, as I watched the world whizz by in a blur of colours, the occasional undead appearing for a millisecond, as we sped by. My eyes registered people doing the same; driving away at speed. No one cared, as long as they lived. I even saw one family lifting a canoe onto their car. Like they were going to be able to go canoing.

How, in less than a day, had my life become so messed up? I felt a plethora of emotions run through me, and I wriggled round. I fidgeted a little longer, then searched through my bag for my water bottle. I gulped the clear liquid as I saw Zombie after Zombie appear. I felt the gooseflesh on my arm, and rubbed it, hoping to quell me fear.

I settled back; slumped down. I came up blank on the question I had asked myself. I blamed one thing though.

Goddam Zombies, eating people. Why couldn't they be vegetarians? Again, I didn't have the answer. I gave up thinking. I closed my eyes and hoped for sleep.

A/N: So, how'd I do folks? Let me know.