Corey sat on her couch, her two dogs curled up next to her, a Newfoundland dog and germane Shepard. She nervously twiddled with her thumbs and watched the door from where she sat carefully, waiting for her mom and brothers to come through the doors. They had been gone in New York City for three weeks now, and their trip was only supposed to be 8 days.

 A few days ago, she had gone into town to see if they were there. She was only a mile away from downtown when she reached a road block. The city was sealed off and she was forced to turn around and head back home, first stocking up on food from the gas station just in case. Once home, she heard on the local news someone downtown gone mad, running around like an animal and attacking whatever was nearby. She'd been hearing similar stories from across the country, and was beginning to get worried.

Corey was lucky, her house was up a long, 3 mile long dirt road in the middle of the forest, 10 miles from the city, so she was secluded from the strange happenings. Her only neighbors, they Walkers, who's house was just a little ways down the road, had abandoned their house the other day. Mr. Walker came to her door and told her they were heading up to Canada and staying with their family to be safe, and that she should do the same She couldn't bring herself to leave, not while her mom and brothers were still missing. So, she stayed at home, the doors locked and shades closed with her dogs and bow at her side. She wouldn't keep the lights or television on past sunset, just a flashlight and laptop and lock herself in her room on the second story. She knew what her dad would say, about her just cowering in the house. He would be disappointed, she knew that, but she didn't eve know what to do. She was never taught how to deal on her own after her remaining family disappeared on a trip to New York. 

Without a clue what to do, Corey just sat on the couch, staring out the door, waiting for her family, or at least some kind of sign of what to do.