"Bill! We're gonna be late come on!" my father called from down stairs. I quickly fixed my brown hair and smoothed out my suit.

"I'm ready!" I yelled back. I ran down the stairs and saw my father in a black suit, brown hair smoothed back, and shaved cleanly. And my mother her brown hair in a bun wearing a dark pink dress and light make up. (Ellis and Zoey)

"Come on Bill. I bet even Francis and Ace are there already!" My mother said.

"Sorry I didn't realize it was so late, when me and Ron play baseball." I replied. We got in our black sudan and quickly drove to our church. We quickly parked and went inside. The church was a big theater like building. We had reserved seats near the front. We scurried to the front, the show had already started but my sister, Claire, performance wasn't first.

"Psst. Bill." I heard a voice whisper behind me, I knew who it was right away.

"Yes Ron?" I replied turning around. Ron is my uncle Keith's (HE LIVES! Well in my story he does) son. He's my best friend. He has dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and my age 12 years old. He looks a lot like his dad they were both wearing navy suits with red ties.

"Do you know what suck the heads mean? Cause' I came down here with my dad once and he didn't know. It's nothing bad. It's about eating." He said.

"Ron, is now the best time?" a voice next to me said. I turned to my other friend Josh, Nick and Rochelle's 2nd twin. He looks a lot like Nick, he's a year younger than me. He was wearing fancy black pants and a white shirt. He also has the traits of white people. (I'm NOT racist!)

"Hey Josh, excited to see your big sis-" I said, then I was cut off.

"Only by two minutes. Two minutes." He whispered.

"Ok," I said feeling awkward. "Well are you excited to see Amy (his "big sister") preform?"

"Yeah." he said. I noticed that his mom and dad (Rochelle and Nick) were there beside him. Nick was wearing the suit he usually wore and Rochelle was wearing a short sleeved gold dress.

"Do you know where Francis and Ace (his son) are?" I asked. Ace has a shaved head, leather vests, and a bad attitude. He was sent to juvie when he was in Kindergarten for bringing a gun to school. He's my age but he looks 14.

"Oh yeah, he told me they weren't gonna be here cause' they were gonna ransack a pub." Ron said.

"What about Al and Coach?" I asked, Al was a good friend of mine. He has short curly hair, brown eyes, and a wide smile.

"Stamina training." Josh replied.

"Oh." I replied.

"But Cory's here. Over there." Ron said, pointing to the other row. Cory is Louis's son. He has short corn rows, brown eyes, and is kinda a geek. He was wearing a tan sweater, blue pants, and brown loafers. His dad was wearing a black coat, red tie, and brown pants.

"Good." I said.

"Hey Bill it's her time!" My father said.

"She's worked so hard for this and Amy too." My mother sighed. The spotlight hit the stage, my sister Claire emerged from the curtains. She was wearing a white dress printed with flowers, tights, and black dress shoes. She also had her brown hair in a ponytail and her blue eyes sparkled with joy. She gave a quick curtsy and went to the piano, she began to play. She was a musician prodigy ever since she was four and now she's eight. She made up a new tune for the song and work six months solid on it.

"Hark the herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King!'" I heard a beautiful voice sing, out stepped Amy. She has the traits of Africa American. She had her wavy hair in a bun and was wearing a light yellow dress.

'Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled'
Joyful, all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With the angelic host proclaim:
'Christ is born in Bethlehem'
Hark! The herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King!'

Christ by highest heav'n adored Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come Offspring of a Virgin's womb Veiled in flesh the Godhead see Hail the incarnate Deity Pleased as man with man to dwell Jesus, our Emmanuel Hark! The herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King!'

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings Ris'n with healing in His wings Mild He lays His glory by Born that man no more may die Born to raise the sons of earth Born to give them second birth Hark! The herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King!'" She sang. My sister was finished as well. She got up and walked to Amy. They both curtsied and the crowd applauded extremely loudly. They even gave a standing ovation!

"WHOO! THAT'S MY LITTLE GIRL ALRIGHT!" Ellis yelled, waving his arms. I saw my sister smile nervously. I knew her look. It's the:"I-know-that-you're-proud-but-can-you-please-be-quiet" look. The rest of the show wasn't as good as Amy and Claire's performance. After an hour or so it was over and we were driving back home. I sat in the back seat next to my sister.

"I'm so proud of you Claire! You were amazing!" My father exclaimed.

"Thanks dad." she said.

"You're really great Claire, better than most musicians at my school." I said.

"Thank you but, Amy worked really hard too." She said.

"You both were great, how about tomorrow we go to that restaurant you like so much?" my mother asked.

"That'd be great!" Claire said. It was around 11:25 at night, we were driving through a big park with lots a tall trees. Something caught my eye. A crouching, hooded figure. I shook my head and turned away.

"It's over. That was nine years ago." I thought, I made the medicine to cure the infection. My gene made it actually. But either way, I knew it couldn't be it.

"Bill. Did you see that?" Claire asked looking out my window.

"No." I lied.

"Maybe my mind's playing with me." Claire said, I turned to the windshield. It was just a brief moment after that. A dark hooded figure with claws and glowing eyes jumped on the car.

"HOLY S____!" My father yelled spinning out of control. Soon our car was rolled and upright.

"Claire are you ok?" I asked weakly, the car hit my back and I could've had a concussion.

"Yeah, I think so. Dad!" She yelled. My father broke threw the windshield and was lying injured on the ground. I looked at my mother, she looked ok other than a few cuts but she was out cold.

"Claire stay here. I need to check on dad," I said getting out of the car. "If I get pounced call Keith and knock the thing off me."

"What do you mean?" she asked, worried.

"I'll tell you later." I replied. I looked all around me to see if the creature was there. I didn't see him.

"Dad?" I said going up to him.

"Bi...Bill." he spoke weakly.

"Dad it's gonna be ok." I comforted.

"Hunter!" he yelled. I turned around to face the infected it jumped on me and began to claw my skin.

"GET IT OFF ME! HELP! DAD! MOM! CLAIRE! AL! CORY! ACE! AMY SOMEONE SAVE ME!" I yelled. Claire jumped out of the car and tackled the thing off me. I shot up and stood in front of my sister. I looked for anything I could use, I saw a baseball bat.

"Claire, when I say so get in the car." I whispered, she nodded not knowing what else to do.

"Now!" I screamed. She ran into the car and I grabbed the bat as it jumped I hit it once and it backed off and made a low growling noise. I tried to hit it again, but it managed to leap over me and landed a few feet away from my father. I knew he was going to pounce.

"NO!" A voice yelled. It was Ace and Francis! Francis drew his shotgun and killed the Hunter.

"It's starting again isn't it?" My father asked.

"Yeah. The zombie Apocalypse, it's gonna start again." Francis said.

"Here we go again." I sighed.