The Dead World

One ~ Outbreak

It was Phoebe's day off from work when she had received a phone call from one of her team members, assuming it was a case she was getting called in for she answered the call holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she grabbed her overnight bag starting to add necessities to the already prepared bag.

"Phoebe!" Agent Morgan shouted down the phone and her back became stiff, standing straight at the panic in her team members voice.

"Morgan? What's wrong?" she asked gripping the bag tight, knuckles becoming white from the pressure of her grasp.

"There's been an outbreak. I got in contact with higher ups, The White House has fallen! You need to get your family and get to Atlanta! There's a safezone there." He says panicked and she could hear him russling around on the other side of the call, even his movements sounded crazed.

"What outbreak?" she questioned already packing another two duffle bags, one with sensible clothing, memorabilia, hygiene products and another with weapons, food and water.

"It's like dawn of the fucking dead Phebs! Fucking zombies! Get your arse out of town I'll call you when I get to Atlanta! Be careful kid!" Morgan stated quickly.

"Ok Morgan, stay safe!" She insisted looking around the room trying to see if she'd need anything else from her bedroom.

"You too kid" he disconnected the call, it hadn't occur to her that, that may be the last time she'd ever speak to SSA William Morgan again.

Once her bags were packed and her house was essentially emptied of all useful things she carried them to her black jeep and headed straight to her brothers house.

"Lori! Carl!" Phoebe shouted letting herself in with her key to the house kicking the door shut behind her.

"Phoebe, what's wrong?" Lori walks over to the door, Carl looking up at her smiling from his seat on the couch.

"Lori we need to leave, you need to pack all necessary supplies for an evacuation" Phoebe responded running into the kitchen.

"Why? What's happened?! Is it because of what's been on the news recently?" Lori asked having followed her.

"Yes and we need to leave" Phoebe opened the cupboards there removing everything she could.

"Leave? Phoebe I can't leave, Rick's in the hospital" She shouts quickly following the half crazed young Grimes woman as she rushed around the kitchen, Phoebe turned and grabbed her shoulders firmly but not enough to hurt.

"I called the hospital, they're flying patients to Atlanta. There's been an outbreak Lori and I know it doesn't seem real but it's zombies, the dead are rising like a virus and we need to leave and get to a safe base" Lori shook her head trying not to panic "Right now Lori" Phoebe raised her voice slightly trying to get the older woman moving.

Lori's survival skills that Rick and Phoebe had drilled into her kicked in and she ran up to her room packing clothes and hygiene products as well while Phoebe finished packing as much food and water she could.

After she cleared out the kitchen she headed to the basement where Rick keeps his weapons locked up and packed those as well as the ammo. Once that's done she headed to Carls room, finding him packing clothes and his toothbrush she smiled gently at her young nephew putting as many of his comics into any spaces his bag had.

"But that's not essential?" He questioned his aunt remembering what they had told him when they practiced the evacuation plan.

"We might be there a while, don't want you getting bored kiddo" she kissed his head and he grinned at her.