One last time.

Before.

Haileys POV.

I was walking down the not so crowded streets of Miami, Florida with my best friend Alison Argent. We had just finished our college classes for that day.

We head down the street towards Sephora. We walk into the Sephora so I can pick up some new foundation and mascara. I turn to Alison holding a bright orange lipstick and she screams.

I look at he confused and put it back. She grabs my arm and pulls me out of the store with the makeup that I just stole. Alison pulls me into my car, which is a truck.

"What the hell Alison!" I yell she grabs the foundation and throws it as some man trying to get into my car.

She steps on the gas and starts driving to our apartment that we share. She parks the car and we run upstairs.

"What the hell was that!" She starts crying as she pulls out a gun from the kitchen cabinets.

"There were people eating people, then coming back to life!"

I did notice how weird some people were acting but she's just being crazy. She pulls me to the window and points outside.

I back away looking at the ground. "Go pack we have to go!"

I run back to my room and pack a small backpack. I pack extra clothes, tampons , my toothbrush and toothpaste, extra socks, bras and panties, shoes, a hairbrush, soap, a few of our kitchen knifes, and our katana that we got at a garage sale for decoration.

I walk into the kitchen wearing black leggings, a t-shirt that says "p!atd" and combat boots. I see Alison packing a backpack full of food and water. And another one with first aid stuff, more tampons and such.

I rush to the bathroom with the first aid bag and put all of out medications in it.

I walk back into the kitchen where she's holding the gun. "Ready?" She asks. I nod my head and we sprint to my truck.
We put all of our bags in the backseat and turn on the radio.

Someone is taking about a safe zone in Atlanta, Georgia. We decided to head there.

"Shit..." Alison mumbles. "I'll be right back." She runs back inside shoot at the things before I can stop her.

She is shooting at them but only the ones that get shoot in the head are dying. I look down.

She runs back outside with out phones headphones, a charger, a portable charger and batteries. She goes to open the car door with a thing grabs her arm scratching it at the elbow.

She screams and shoots the thing. She gets in the car panting.

"Hey." I smile "at least it can't hurt you" I smile motioning towards the scratch. She smiles and starts driving. Taking only back roads.

Alison is complaining about her scratch when she passes out. The truck swerves into the side of the road. I slam the breaks getting out of the truck.

I rush to her side and I don't feel a pulse.

A few minutes later I cry out as she tries to claw at my face. I take her gun and shot her head killing her instantly. I take her bag and ammo and put it in the truck. It was the scratch. I drive off quietly playing Halsey.

Rachel's POV:

blue mountain alabama, population 789. i've always been fond of our small town living. my parents moved here from atlanta, georgia when i was about three years old. my dad hated the city and his job and we up rooted everything to start fresh. my closest friends were made here and my very first boyfriend too, Kyle. we had been dating since the 6th grade, 6 years i had been with this loser.

i snap out of my thoughts to see his blonde hair and beautiful smile staring back at me. his blue varsity jacket making him hard to miss in the tiny hallways about one half of the population of this place was made up by the kids in this high school. we all grew up together making our bond unbreakable. ever since the second grade everyone knew that Kyle and i liked each other, even our 18 year old brains 10 years down the road were incapacitated at the thought of us being together.

"hey!" he smiles leaning to kiss my pink lips.

"good morning." i answer with a smile.

"i say you meet me at lunch out back." he smiles leaning against the locker beside mine his charm over taking me.

"of course." i answer without even the slightest bit of hesitation.

"see you there." he smirks giving me a wink before walking away towards his jock friends. i close my locker and smile at the thought of us kissing. even after all these years he still gives me butterflies and he tells me i do the same.

"we were a match made in heaven." his voice rings in the back of my head.

-/-

in the back woods his kisses me softly as we slowly back onto a tree my hands going to his shoulders his going to my waist. we deepen the kiss before he quickly pulls away hearing the snap of a branch behind him.

"who's there?" he asks with caution almost shielding me from the immediate danger that i never imagined would be threatening us.

it's an old man, limbing towards us. Kyle being the kind soul he is took a step forward and called out to the man still a ways away from us, "hey? are you okay? do you need help?"

i hold his shoulder back turning him around to face me, "Kyle... we should just go. i don't feel comfortable anymore." i plead as the man progressively gets closer.

"rachel c'mon he looks likes he needs help." kyle bargains with me before turning back around and walking towards the man.

"hey buddy my girlfriend and i can go get you hel-" and before he can even finish his sentence the man lunges at Kyle biting into the crook of his neck, my boyfriend's blood spilling out of the wound and kyle screams in agony. i scream at the sight as Kyle drops to his knees but i know i can't do anything and he knows too, as kyle looks towards me the last thing he says blood dripping from his mouth was,

"i love you... please run."

and with that i am racing off towards home. as i get there all i see is blood i cry out at the sight of everyone dead on the floor and run to my room without thinking. i pack all my necessities away into a backpack before running out of the house i don't know where i am going but i'm getting away from my hometown... from the memories, from now on if i want to survive; i cannot get attached. as i start to run i hear a groaning and hissing coming from behind me.

as i turn in horror i see a hoard of these sleepwalking monsters following me. i don't know how many i don't want to count and i can't with tears blurring my vision, i cry because leading the pack.

is kyle.