#sabralpha

With each day that had passed, Aubrie felt the fear of the situation that they were in. Every day she lived in a constant fear of hearing the names of her family members. People in her group had gone missing, and others had died. She was losing the only family that she had left around her, and because of this she could only cling to the fact that Micah, Jameson, and Micah's daughter were still alive out there somewhere.

Thanks to the slowly dwindling members of their group, Aubrie was out on her shift at the fence. She could hear the sounds of the zombies, it was louder than she remembered. She glanced around at the others at the fence, and then glanced at the fence again. It was moving. She could have sworn that she had just seen it move. That couldn't be good, in fact, that had to be an incredibly bad sign. 

"Guys..." She croaked, her voice catching in her throat due to the fact that fear had gripped her.

Nobody heard her, and before she knew it the barrier was caving in. Zombies began to pour in, and Aubrie was about to take off, and run, but her eyes caught something that took her breath away. No... oh, God, no! 

Even if she had wanted to run, she wouldn't be able to. Not with that familiar head of hair moving directly at her. "Callum... Callum.. no..." She cried out.

Her brother, a zombie, and he was headed directly at her. Part of her brain was screaming at her to move, but she couldn't. Her feet seemed to be weighted down like cement had sealed them to the spot she stood now. Tears were pooling up in her eyes, and ran down her face, as the fear caused tremors to spread through her body.

A moment that surely only took seconds, seemed to feel as though they spanned hours. Aubrie remembered the last time that she had seen Callum, he had ruffled her hair, and exclaimed how proud he was of her and how she had been doing in school. He was proud that she had decided to take a different path from the rest of the family while not completely turning her back on the medical field that their whole family had been raised in. She could still hear the thick Scottish accented voice calling her name, and speaking to her. Aubrie could still remember the laugh that she adored. 

The man that she admired most, the man who played with her, and never seemed to be embarrassed to spend time with her no matter what friends he was with was now coming at her, and not to save her. His beautiful eyes were not the eyes she'd grown accustomed to, the eerie glowing eyes taking the place of the familiar eyes she loved. Somehow, through the glowing, they were completely dead, and unseeing. 

"Callum... it's me... it's me... please!" She begged.

He was upon her in moments, and as she tried to keep him at arms length, she cried out. Her strength was nothing to this undead monster. This was not her brother. This was not the Callum she grew up with. As he was joined by a group of other zombies, searing pain took over, and her screams tore out through the night.

It had been a long day working on keeping the wall up and clean of undead. If it was up to her she would spend her time poking at them, but the task was daunting and it only depressed her more. Still, willing to take some fresh air, while she could, Abigail sat outside the Club House, taking advantage of the lack of light pollution produced by the lights of the buildings of the city that were now dull, off and dead.

She sat by the porch of the house and stared at the sky. It was beautiful, and it was a shame they had missed such nice display of the universe before their eyes because of the blinding lights of the city. Abigail was more mindful about things like that after the ZA started happening. 

She felt someone walking out the house, standing right behind her. She didn't turn to find who it was, by the sound of it, it was clearly Seb, she was fond of recognizing people by the way they walked or breathed.

Everybody up, we need to clear these bodies. 

Strider had ran as soon as he saw that the other's were making their way over the fence. He made as much as he could to give he group more time. Samy had refused to join them. But there were too many for him to handle on his own. Making sure he had their attention Strider ran. It didn't matter as to where at the time he just needed to get them away from there. From the rest. He ran and ran until he was sure he was safe. Climbing up a tree Strider climbed high enough so he couldn't be seen. Resting for a while he took out his book and a pen and checked his supplies. Satisfied he settled into the tree for a while. Before know he had to find proper shelter.

Dear Riley,

It's day 3. The males of the group went out to find supplies and anything that maybe useful. There were a few moments were we smiled. But we knew it wouldn't last. We managed to escape a hoard outside of the shop by climbing the roof and waiting it out. Looking for any sign of other human life .I looked to the horizon looking for the clinic. Thinking of you. If you're safe. I hope that you're not alone. That you have someone to take care of you while I'm not by your side. It maybe harder for me to get there now.. I became separated from the group. I attracted the attention of some zombies letting the other's get over the fence. I'm on my own right now. I'm not going to give up. I'll keep on going. Nothing is going to stop me from finding you. When I find you there will be nothing in this world that will be able to take you away from me again. I love you so much. You're the only thing keeping me going. The thought of you keeps me strong. I'll never give up as long as it's for you.

Love always, S.