In the event of an Apocalyptic Love.

1 - OUTBREAK

!CHAPTER 1 EPISODE ONE, IT'S NOT RICK'S PERSPECTIVE!

6 hours earlier:

"Alright Honey, we'll be heading out to get some groceries, be back in an hour, any later and you call Grandma or Auntie to pick you up, alright?" I nod with a smile.

"Okay Mom! I'll make sure I beat Brock so we can give Geodude his Rock Slide ability!" I grin holding up my DS over my face as I continue beating the  opponent's Geodude with my Squirtle.

"Alright honey, make sure you level up Squirtle nice and strong." My Mom smiled at me. She grabbed her purse and walked out the door waiting for my Father.

"I will! I'll make him level 15 and NOBODY will beat him." I grin, standing up on the couch valiantly.

"Kiddo, if ANYBODY tries to break in you run and grab a knife from the kitchen okay?" Dad grins. "Also, lock the door." I nod with a big wide grin, missing a tooth because I just smashed my face off a door yesterday.

"Okay Daddy! I'll make sure nothing happens to our stuff!" I smile. Dad pats my shoulder and gets up, following Mom.

6 hours later:

Like the rashes on my skin when I roll around on an ant hill, the paved roads puddle with blood as I watch deformed chewed up people eat others, the screams rang through the small suburban town with a ring, my Mom and Dad weren't home yet but I stopped expecting them to be back 5 hours earlier. I grabbed a knife, the uneasy gut feeling I had causing me to act on impulse. I quickly run into my room and shut and lock the door, my Room's window had the fire escape so I climbed down the fire escape as quick as my little legs could go.

"Dad, Mom, I know you've been eaten, this is for you." I run on the street, faster. "I know you want me to be safe." FASTER, I NEED TO GO FASTER. This wasn't good enough, I wish I wasn't twelve I wish I was an adult so I could run super fast. I just keep running.

Running, running, that's all I thought, run, run, run, run, run. The only words in my head. I couldn't believe what was happening, maybe we ran out of food and everyone resorted to cannibalism, no, no, because they'd still function like normal people, and they'd cook their food before. Stupid, my stupid 12 year old brain needs to think! I just run down the road, not stopping, just turning to look at the weird people that were staring at me as I ran, groaning and moaning like they were braindead. I decide to stay quiet as they don't seem to bother me if I run past them. I eventually find what appears to be a pathway into a forest with a faded sign I couldn't read. Just something about a Quarry Campsite, I take a breath and walk into the dense forest pathway, I was at least hiking for an hour, I could do it though, my Soccer skills and the fact my Dad took me Hiking and Fishing all the time. When I finish up the path I come across an RV. An elderly man standing on top of it holding a gun. My eyes widen in fear.

"Hello?" He shouts at me. "What are you doing here?"

"Uhm... I was... I was running.. From all those weird Cannibal guys.." I walk closer slowly. A man runs over.

"Hey, kid. You got bit? Scratched?" The man asked.

"N... No... I... I stayed away... I was... I was too scared to talk to them." I sniffle. "My Mommy and Daddy, are they gone, mister? Will they come find me?"

"Kid, I.. Hopefully, maybe they survived, maybe they're coming to find you now." I nod and sniffle again, wiping the tears welling in my eyes, clutching the kitchen knife.

"My.. My Daddy told me to take a kitchen knife with me if I needed to run away, I... I always thought I'd never have to.." I look at it. "But.. I guess I do." I lower the knife with a shaky hand."

"What's your name?" The elder man asked.