(Madison narrating)

When the dead started walking, I was living in California, alongside my loved ones. Everything went to madness so quickly that my eyes could not believe what I was seeing. It was something I had never witnessed or seen my entire life, nor has history ever recorded such a thing. Everyone became terrified and afraid, many were in disbelief because of fear... Mothers and fathers were seeing their children being mauled to death, the children were seeing their parents being broken and lost. Everyone ran for their lives, trying to survive and hope for a better place. My family was no different.

There were riots on the streets, people killing people; everyone had lost their minds because of the fear of death gripping their very being. We then ran into the Salazar family: Daniel and his wife Grizelda, and their daughter Ofelia. They took us in and protected us for a time while the riots were happening. Travis, my fiance, had a son of his own named Chris, from his former wife Liza, while I had my children, Nick and Alicia, from my deceased husband, Steven Clark. We united our two families together with the Salazars and went to seek safety. The government then had set up quarantine zones in many areas in LA a few weeks into the disaster. We were placed into one of these quarantine zones. It was nine days when we started attempting to live a normal life, when soldiers came and took my son and Grizelda to a hospital controlled by the army. Liza, Travis's ex-wife, was a nurse, they took her as well. The soldiers thought Nick was sick, so they wanted to eliminate him, but one man was there, his name was Victor, Victor Strand. He saved my son and didn't let the soldiers take him. We went to search for my son, and though we did find him, unfortunately Grizelda didn't make it. We then rushed as far as we could from the hospital as the dead took over. Our families bonded with Victor Strand and followed him to his mansion, where we stayed for a little bit. Liza revealed to me that she was bit, and Travis found out and killed her, to prevent her from becoming one of the dead. Poor Chris did not take his mother's death that well, causing a rift between father and son. Strand had a boat which he planned to use to go to San Diego, but San Diego was overrun. With nowhere else to go we went along with him on the boat called Abigail. As we were leaving LA, the government had called for the army to napalm the city, and they did that. Bombed every little corner they could find of LA. And everything was gone in the blink of an eye. We were on the boat for a while finding survivors along the way. But Strand refused to rescue them, so he left them for dead in the ocean. That's when I realized that humanity had been lost, and everyone was only caring for themselves since it was life or death. Along the way, we found a group of people, their leader was a woman called Celia. These people were broken people, they relied on spirits and the supernatural, as they were too ignorant to understand the new world. Celia thought the dead weren't dead, that they were only sick since she kept many of them in her basement, and she would feed them. We decided to leave, since that place wasn't safe anymore. Before we left I locked Celia in with her dead. Now she was at peace with her own family, maybe even at peace with herself, her soul put to rest. Not long after that the plantation was caught on fire, caused by Daniel that same night. We presumed him dead, taking Ofelia with us to keep her safe for his sake.