24 hours after the accident...

A middle-aged man with hair as black as a raven, Mortimer sits on his stylish, expensive couch, with his laptop, typing the second draft of his new novel. He recently completed a children's book, and received quite a penny's worth. Mortimer's daughter Cassandra walks into the living room, and takes a seat on the same couch.

"Dad, can I watch TV?" she questions eagerly. "I'm working," Mortimer grumbles.

"But I literally just finished my homework. Please? Alex has the tablet."

"Oh, that's right. We're getting you a phone for your birthday," Mortimer smiles, knowing about the kids' electronic device restrictions.

Cassandra rolls her eyes.  "I'll mute it," she says more pleasantly. Mortimer finally nods his head, and obliges.

"Thanks, Dad." Cassandra turns on the remote, and changes the channel to Teen Vampire.

Mortimer's wife, the young-looking and attractive Bella, is preparing dinner in the kitchen, while her son, Alexander, eagerly awaits for her in the neighboring dining room. "You're really that hungry, are you?" she inquires.

"Oh, yes. I need fish and chips. It's my favorite food in the entire world!" Bella's son with dark glasses puts the family tablet on the dining room table, races around the kitchen island rambunctiously, and spots a mysterious radio on the counter.

"What is this?" he demands. Bella inspects the radio. "That? It's just an old radio I found lying around, sweetie. Maybe it has some kind of connection to the entire community." Alexander stares at his mother, confused. "I don't know," Bella states.

"Hmm..." Alexander thinks. "What happens if I turn it on?"

All of a sudden, a voice comes on the radio, and it is explaining something: "Attention all citizens of the Windenburg and *crackle* Greater Windenburg Area..."

"Honey? Cassandra? Get in here!"

"There have been a number of reports *crackle* on individuals eating *crackle* human flesh and strange behavior; please be cautious *crackle* and stay inside by all means!"

Mortimer stares at the radio in fear while Bella shakes her head.

"We have received word that these *crackle* events have been occurring due to the *cracke* recent laboratory *crackle* incident..."

"Stay inside, please, and wait for *crackle* us to fix the problem... oh no, oh sh-"

Alexander asks Cassandra, "What does that mean?" Cassandra looks Alexander in the eye with worry. "It means we have to stay inside."

Mortimer exclaims, "No. We have to leave. I'm pretty certain this isn't going to be some minor catastrophe," and he looks to his wife for validation.

Bella starts nodding her head in agreement. "I'm sorry, kids. My car's still in the shop, so we'll have to walk somewhere safe. We have to leave for now, just in case-" Bella is interrupted by a curious Alexander.

"Look," he says, and he points to the window. The family sees slow-moving, blue-like, creatures with rotten flesh and walking in a hunched-over pattern. Cassandra immediately shields Alexander's eyes with her hand and brings him over to where she is.

"Come on people," Bella tells her children and her husband assuredly. "Let's start packing."

The family collects their belongings in carry-on bags, including food, clothes, and tools to help them survive, and they dress in apocalypse-fitting apparel.

"Pack everything you find useful," Bella frantically suggests to everyone while in the living room, and Mortimer raises his eyebrows. He leans in close to whisper to Bella, so that the children will not hear. "We should find guns, when we're out of here.

"That's what I was thinking. I used to shoot them... for fun. Before I met you." With Mortimer almost smiling, the couple kiss briefly. Cassandra helps her brother pack when the family is just about ready to head out of the house.

"You'll need basic clothes, maybe your toothbrush, your teddy bear. Here." Alexander watches as Cassandra does his work.

"Stay close, and follow my lead," Mortimer tells his family. Alexander, Cassandra, and Bella trail behind him while traveling across the family's street, being vigilant of the flesh-eating creatures wanting to eat them, and preparing for a lengthy walk to safety.