A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when you stay up all night watching zombie flicks. I noticed that there are no stories like this and I really wanted one out there.

By the way, these are not your old-fashioned zombies either...my bitches can haul ass.

Lots of violence and blood coming up, people!

The End As We Know It

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End


I woke up to my alarm clock blaring in my ears. I groaned and rolled over, slamming my fist on top of the clock to get it to stop beeping. The time was six-thirty. I barely got any sleep last night because I had to stay late at the hospital and help with all of the people who came in with bite wounds.

Apparently there is some sort of animal going around and biting people. The people were so damaged that they were unconscious and unable to answer questions, except for one, who kept saying the world was ending...whatever. When I left, one of the bite victims was dying. He had been bitten on the neck and the damage was too severe to be fixed.

I sat up in my bed and rolled over so my feet were hanging off the side. I stood up and stretched, wincing at the pain it caused in my back.

I walked into my bathroom and took my usual twenty-minute shower, blow-dried and brushed my hair, and put on my scrubs, ready to work another long shift at the hospital. I was a nurse at Seattle General. It was a dirty job, but it had to be done.

I walked down the hallway and turned into my kitchen. I opened the cupboard and pulled out the box of Cheerios. I got the milk and fixed my bowl of cereal.

I walked into the living room, cereal in hand, and sat down on the couch. I picked up the remote and turned it to CNN, just like I did every morning for the last three years. I didn't even look up at the TV as I began to eat my cereal.

It was always the same thing on the news, drive-by shooting kills a teenager, the president makes some sort of speech, someone goes missing or someone turns up. That is why when I heard the news report today, I was taken by surprise.

"You have to destroy the brain." The newscaster said. "It is vital in killing the creature." I picked up the remote and changed the channel to MSNBC mumbling to myself about rabid coyotes terrorizing people. When I looked at the screen, it was the same thing.

"If you are bitten, there is no known cure. You will become one of them." The reporter speaking was standing in the middle of what looked like a parking lot. "People have been saying the world is coming to an end. The dead have risen and we must fight." What the fuck did he just say? I kept watching the screen, trying to figure out what was going on when a person walked up behind the reporter. He was making odd noises and blood was covering his face. He was hurt!

"There seems to be-SHIT! Where's the gun. FUCK! Get it." BANG! "You missed it get it!" BANG! "HURRY!" BANG! A bullet went through the mans arm but he didn't stop walking towards the reporter. I watched in horror as the man reached out to the reporter and...OH MY GOD! "AHHHH! STOP!" BANG! BANG! BANG!

I turned my head away quickly, not believing my eyes. That man...that thing just bit into that reporter. I could still hear the screams and I quickly picked up the remote and turned off the television.

I sat in a stunned silence not sure of what to do. That had to be a joke...right? I turned my head to the left and stared at the window. The blinds were closed and I couldn't see what was going on outside.

BANG! A loud noise echoed through the air, causing me to leap up and spill my bowl of cereal all over the floor. I quickly ran up to the window and pulled back the curtain and saw...nothing. Well, not nothing exactly, my neighbor was sitting outside on his porch smoking a cigarette and staring off into space. It must have just been an engine back-firing. I closed the curtains and walked over to the table and grabbed my car keys, ready to head to work.

I opened my front door and turned back around to lock it before walking to my Mitsubishi Galant that was waiting in the driveway. I noticed that my neighbor had went back inside.

I put the key into the lock and began to turn it when I heard an odd noise that sounded like a choked growl. I slowly turned around only to come face to face with another person...or something. He looked pale, almost green. Blood was dripping from his mouth and his eyes were an odd orange color.

I barely had time to react before I was slammed up against my car, both of my hands wrapped around his neck. I used all my strength to try and push him off of me but to no avail. He was too strong. My arms were growing weaker by the second and I was now debating whether or not to just let him go when a loud gunshot rang through the air and the...thing fell to my feet.

I quickly jumped up on top of my car, afraid that the thing would come back to life. I closed my eyes and prayed to god, for the first time in years, to keep me safe.

"Are you bitten?" A masculine voice asked me. I slowly opened my eyes, only to come face to face with a double-barrel shotgun and my next-door neighbor.

"N-no..." I stuttered.

The man's eyes narrowed and he seemed to be looking me over.

"Lift up your sleeves and show me your neck." He said, not lowering his gun.

I slowly and shakily lifted up the sleeves of my shirt to reveal my un-injured skin. I pulled my hair up and showed him my neck, unsure of why he wanted to know.

I looked back at him and he lowered his gun.

"I'm sorry that I scared you but it had to be done," He smiled at me, "We need to get moving and now. Give me your keys." He held out his hand.

"W-what? I don't even know you!" I stammered. He may not be pointing the gun at me but I was still scared as hell.

"We need to get out of here. I know a safe place to go. Trust me." He thrust his hand forward slightly and I decided to just trust him. I handed him my keys and he held out his other hand to help me of my car.

I looked down at the dead body and shivered.

"He won't come back. He's dead. I got him in the head like I was supposed too." He chuckled. How he could laugh right now was beyond me. He walked me to the passenger side of my car and opened the door for me. I got in and watched as he walked around to the driver's side and started the car.

He backed out of the driveway and started speeding down the road.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

His face instantly became serious. "We're going to get my wife. She works at the high school a few blocks away as a sub. She was working today and I'm going to go get her."

"O-okay. Um, what's your name?"

"Officer Emmett McCarty...or at least I used to be. Now I'm, Emmett McCarty, Zombie Killer." He chuckled. I looked at him like he was crazy.

"How are you finding all of this amusing?" I asked him.

"Well..." He paused, looking at me expectantly.

"Bella Swan." I said matter-of-factly.

"Well, Bella Swan. There are three things I could be doing right now. One, fight off the flesh-eating zombies and live. Two, run around screaming 'They're here! They're here!' and eventually go insane or three, become said zombie and kill everyone in sight. I think I'll go with the first one...you?" He looked at me and smiled.

"I'll stick with you, if you don't mind." I said to him. He nodded his head at me.

"Good choice, good choice."

A/N: I do not know when I will be able to update again. I promise I will update and see this story to the end but I'm just not sure when that will be.

This story has been rusting away in my computer and I just had to post it.

Please review!