Name: Ana Leanne Jones Age: 17 Appearance: Ana sat at her computer desk, wondering what to do now. The sun shone through the window, casting a glare on the computer screen. Her brown hair, falling past her shoulders and in front of her face. Brushing it aside, she sighed. Trent, Max, and their father had went shopping an hour ago. Did it really take that long to find a gift for her? It was her birthday, today. She didn't wish to celebrate. Growing older frustrated her. It meant she would be expected to get a job next year, graduate high school, move out of the house, and go into massive debt. Her father always encouraged her she could do better than he or Trent. Trent, who had stayed home from college to help with bills once their mother passed. He had sacrificed his life to make hers better. It's not that she wasn't grateful. Oh, she was. However, it also put a lot of pressure on her to do great. Leaving no room for failure. Jarred from thought by sirens in the background, Ana decided to grab something to drink from the kitchen. Standing, she walked the few paces it took to the fridge, pulling out a sweet tea when she arrived. Chucking back her head, she downed the sugar-filled tea. Gasping with relief, she set the half-empty bottle on the counter before glancing outside. It had begun to sound noisy. The normal sound of traffic seemed to have become louder, more aggressive. Honking horns, a few tires squealing. Perhaps there was a traffic jam at the intersection in the next block. Strange as it was, she saw the birds on the tree outside fleeing their nest. A squirrel bounded down a tree and into the thin woodland. Then she began to hear something quite disturbing. Screaming. One by one, the screams escalated. What one earth was going on? Tiptoeing to the front door in the living room, past her computer, she cracked the door open. Instantly, she regretted it. The sight she saw took her breath away. Fear gripping her, wonder entrancing her. Outside, people were beginning to run by her house, screaming. The reason was the people chasing them. People with sunken eyes and grayed skin. They were fast. Not fast as in an athlete who knows how to use speed to their advantage. No. Fast as inhumanly fast. One caught up with a blonde woman in heels. It tackled her, pinning her to the ground as his teeth ripped into her shoulder. Her screams were muted by the other runners being attacked. One of the children who had been playing outside was staring in horror, still holding the basketball he had been playing with. Ana took a step outside the door, eager to grab the child from three doors down and across the street. Her hesitation may have taken his life. One of the fast runners jumped on him, biting the child's neck. Blood spewed across the pavement he lay upon. Stifling a scream, Ana slammed the door and latched it shut. She had to get out of there, but she didn't know how without attracting their attention. A thought dawned on her. Grabbing the set of keys next to the garage door, she jumped into the Lexus and turned the engine on. Raising the garage door, she saw the fast runners glance toward her, beginning to head her way. Instead of waiting for the door to fully open, she slammed on the gas pedal and right through the door. It fell onto the Lexus with a loud thud before slamming into the runners as the car flew through them. The door fell from the vehicle, and now she was on an empty road, flying through the neighborhood toward downtown. It wasn't the smartest idea, but she had to find her family. As she neared downtown, she saw the fast runners in the distance. A good few dozen of them. Not paying attention to the road, the Lexus didn't make the curve in time. The car barreled into the median, Ana's head smashing into the steering wheel. Blood trickled down her head. She fumbled with the door handle in a daze. It rushed open, and she came tumbling out. The car was totaled, and she knew she had to get somewhere safe. A few people ran past her, ignoring her. She called out, asking for help. Her vision was blurred and her balance was off. Head throbbing, she began to crawl in the opposite direction of the runners.