Well, that answered both questions. "Everywhere! If... Even outside the U.S!?" I yell, thinking about my family in Canada. (Is this in the U.S?) Here is bad enough, but everywhere.... it could mean an apocalypse, and a real one, not the ones in books and TV shows.

i nod."i just came for Russia. it is bad there."

Kyra: my brother and i run down the hallways shooting down zombies trying to get out

Peter: we round a corner stopping to catch are breathes "Kyra" i say painfully

Kyra: "yes"

Peter: "if i turn i-i want you to get rid of me, i dont want to hurt you or anyone else"

Kyra: "no i wont do that, i couldnt kill you" i say "we've always been together i cant do that"

Peter: "Kyra i need you to ok, if i turn you have to" i say painfully "i dont want to hurt you, promise me you will"

Kyra: "i-i promise" i say shakily

Peter: i give her a quick hug " i love you and always will ok, ill always be there for you" i smile

Kyra: "i love you too, we'll always be together right?"

Peter: "of course" he hears more zombies coming "come on" he say running into another hallway

Kyra: i smile and run after him, down the next hall

Peter: a zombie tackles him he tries to fight back but cant, it bites him in the collar bone, he screams out as he turns

Kyra: "Peter?" i yell, i had lost him for a second

Peter: he is now turned and hears the human voice and goes for it

Kyra: i pull out my gun rounding the corner Peter did and see him "no, Peter"

Peter: he goes faster at her

Kyra: "you promised you'd always be there for me you cant do this, Peter your still in there i'll find a cure" i say shaking with fear and sadness

I swore under my breath. My sister and parents could be dead right now. I root through my pockets for my phone. Of course. Today is the day I have to forget my phone. What do I do? I can't magically teleport to Canada, or my house to get the phone. I groan, which I suppose is better than crying. I reach into my last pocket, and feel something slither up my hand. "Lazuli? How did you- nevermind," I say, as the snake slithers up my hand, and arm, eventually reaching my shoulder, tickling my cheek with his tongue. I would have laughed, if I wasn't so worried. I drop my hand from Lazuli's scales, glaring at the ground like this was it's fault.

Kyra: "Peter, please" i say shakily lifting up my gun at him

Peter: he walks faster ignoring her because he had turned

Kyra: he doesnt seem to be phased by my words, he was gone, fully turned "i-i'm so sorry, i love you" i say pulling the trigger and he falls down, dead, tears stream down my face as i stare at his limp grayish body on the floor "im sorry" i whisper through my own whimpers, curling up against the wall as pain and sorrow racks my body "its all my fault"

i reach my hand in my pocket, and pull out my phone. i hand it to her. "here use mine." someone scream behind me. i look that way. a girl is backing up toward us. i aim my gun, knowing that she was being chased. "get down!" i shout.

i lower my gun seeing that she had her own. "are you ok?" my arm burns. i look down. "crap." i unwrap the bandage. the skin around the cut is bright red, and hot to the touch. i open the bottle and pour it on the cut. i slam my eyes shut as the alcohol burn, and kills the germs.

Kyra: i get up holding my gun in one shaky hand, wiping tears from my face " i killed him, the only person i ever new, i had killed him, my own brother" i think to myself and i hear zombies and start running faster and faster, Peter still on my mind i climb stairs and hear voices partly hearing them and partly not, zombies run faster after me

"slow down! your going to kill yourself!" i aim at the zombies knocking most of them out."whos Peter?"

I hear the girl, and almost go to help her, but Leon beats me to it. Then I turn to the phone, and my hands shake as I dial my home phone. The phone rings, and someone picks it up, "Evelyn?" I breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of my mom's voice. "Are you alright?" I ask, breathless. My mom swears, and I immediately know something bad has happened. "What?" I ask, gripping the phone tighter. I hear a crash, and a scream then silence. I yell into the phone. "Mom! Dad!" Nothing. The phone slips from my hands, and falls to the floor, but I don't notice.