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10:50 PM

"Um, yeah, I'm OK," Winter said, still unsure. She had scratches on her body from zombies clawing at her as she ran, and a few cuts from bushes and things like that. Steadying herself, being supported by her arm, the redhead finally got a good look at the Guardian in front of her. He was one of the younger ones, probably just having begun training.

"We can't stay here! If we do, we'll die," she shouted at him, trying to make him see why they had to leave. Almost all of the Guardians were completely in denial of the outside world, something that absolutely frustrated her. Finally, he agreed to let her stay out of the village. It had taken her a minute to realize she was outside of the terror that reigned over her village, on the other side of the fence.

Quickly, Winter got the feeling she was on the outside looking in, instead of the other way around. She'd never seen the village from this point of view, and was intrigued even though she was looking upon a grisly scene. Crawling back under the fence, she yanked Alex and Scarlett, pulling them to the fence, ignoring their questions.

"Hurry, get under!" She shouted, pushing them ahead of her as she held up part of the fence so they could crawl under. As they escaped, Winter began to follow, but was yanked back by her ankle. Screaming bloody murder, she looked up at the Unconsecrated dragging her back. It was her brother, a Guardian. They had stopped contact when her mother was released into the Forest as a zombie and he sent her to live with Alex.

However this wasn't her brother, at least not exactly. His short, strawberry blond hair was stained with blood, his Guardian uniform cut up, his left arm hanging down, unmoving. A bite mark was on his left shoulder, the fabric ripped away and crimson from his dried blood. Winter beat the ground as he dragged her and began to crawl on top of her, his mouth opening to reveal fearsome and sickeningly sharp teeth. Reaching into the bag at her side, the female pulled out a long knife that glinted in the descending sunlight.

Tears pouring down her face, Winter rammed the knife through her brother's neck, sobbing as his mangled body fell limp on top of her. He was a lot heavier than her, having built muscle during his Guardian training. His green eyes rolled back in his head and as she scooted towards the gap in the fence, his dead weight body moved with hers. Finally Winter reached the fence, reaching out a bloody arm underneath. "Pull me through," she screamed in agony, staring at her brother's body as warm liquid drained from it and onto her torso.

Alex watched as Scarlett ran off, not knowing whether to follow her or stay. He wasn't given much of a choice as a zombie lurched at him. Jumping sideways, he watched it collide onto the ground. Pulling itself up, it set its deadened eyes on a target, a little girl Alex often played with. The kids were drawn to him, and for the second time that day he vomited as he watched her get bitten and devoured.

Jumping as his hand was grabbed, Alex sighed in relief when he saw it was Scarlett and not one of the cannibalistic creatures invading their village. Enveloping her in a quick hug, he thought about her ill mother. Gently brushing her hair out of her face, he released her from his hug and once more scanned the village for Winter.

Staring at Nikolai, his stare turned into a glare. "She should be with you!" He yelled at him, body trembling in anger and fear. Wheeling around as someone pulled him, Alex was ready to pounce on the zombie. Even though the situation was far from funny, he laughed in relief and surprise when he saw Winter pulling them. "Come on!" He shouted at Nikolai, racing to the fence line.

Though Alex was ahead, he pushed Scarlett in front of him, holding the other side of the fence to let her get through. As soon as she was out, he followed, army crawling and ducking his head under the fence. He'd never known of this gap, and wasn't surprised that Winter did. Standing up, he looked down to make sure Winter was coming and his jaw dropped in terror when she was pulled back.

The curly haired twenty year old was frozen in sheer horror as he watched his best friend fight off her zombie-fied brother. Crying silently, he tried to get his legs to work. At long last he could move them, as if freeing them from glue, and grabbed the fence, pulling it with all his might. "Grab her," he yelled, watching in panic as more zombies came towards Winter.