You live in a fairly large town, where the people that pass through are different everyday, and the people who pass through the diner you work in are even more varied. You meet a lot of different people in your town- especially hunters. So you began saving an extra room in your house for them. A place where they could stay the night and not have to pay anything, because you knew money was usually short with hunters. You thought you could do this because you would never see the same hunter twice, and that it would all be good. And then the Winchesters came along.

Lilah James has never had any troubles with getting into a club, even though she was not 'of age' yet. Still, no bodyguard ever demanded to see her ID. That all seemed to change when a handsome, tall and not to forget tattooed-to-his-neck bodyguard came in the game. Before she knew it, he had denied her entrance to the city's local club. She was beyond embarrassed, but over all angry at him. He was just doing his job, she knew. Yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more behind it. Especially after seeing him let teenagers in. He didn't ask for their ID's, but Lilah could swear they looked like ten! She's never met him before and really wasn't planning on getting to know that handsome, ink covered devil. But after she discovered what he did when he wasn't guarding the club, she knew she would never hear the end of it. Especially because of her brother's interest in fights and his unmistakable admiration for one specific fighter: Prince Charmink. »»» "Jason." I hissed at my brother. "What?" He asked absentmindedly. "That's him." I whispered, eyeing the three men in the cage. Prince Charming stood tall and proud with a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes, I know. He's my favourite too." He informed me and I scoffed. "No, you dumbass. He's the bodyguard I was talking about." I snapped at Jason and his eyes widened. "You mean he was the one who didn't let you in?" He almost stuttered. "Yes." I nodded and looked back at the man who hadn't left my mind in a week. I could feel my anger rising again as I glared at his smug facial expression. As if sensing my eyes on him, his confident look faltered and it got replaced by a surprised one as his eyes settled on me. My eyes widened and I looked away. Jason's breath hitched. "He's glaring at you." He whispered and then he gulped. "Now he's glaring at me."

The apocalypse had arisen and all Colby has is himself to rely on. Until he unintentionally meets a group of people... will they both take the risk and earn each other's trust and try to survive? Read to find out.. (This is my first ever time writing anything so.. please don't judge. I did this out of fun at first but really like it so I continued.) Mostly in Colby's POV but there's a few others. (Book #1) [COMPLETED]