Hello, I'm Leah. I'm what you'd call a 'Goth', although...I'm not really into clichés, and now, my friends, I am going to tell you a true story of the most horrific time in my life. No, not of the nightmares where Death's rancid breath corrupts your lungs, not where the flesh-hungry gremlins are your captors, not when the tempting thought of suicide reigns in your thoughts. I am going to tell you what happens when things go wrong.

Seriously wrong.

It all went silent, all you could hear was the laboured motor of Shaun's car. It was only two weeks after my fifteenth birthday, and my seventeen year old boyfriend (Shaun) was driving me and my bed bud (Vicki) and her boyfriend (Adam) home from our Saturday job in town.

"Shaun, how long are your parents away for?" I yelled over the Manson Shaun had just put on.

"Umm...Two months I think. They've gone to Italy again to see my grandma and grandpa. You know, family stuff." He replied.

"Why didn't you go with them?" I shouted back.

"I wanted to stay with you of course." He said, smiling.

Surprised why Vicki hasn't said anything yet? It's because she can't, she is a born mute. I suppose it is good in some situations, like hide and seek and stuff, but sometimes it really gets her down. Adam always comes to the rescue though, he loves her and they help each other.

As the song on the CD ended, rain started to pound down on the windscreen. Typical English weather.

The weather was probably the main reason I'd started getting lifts home, but there was another reason. Outbreaks of an infection had been reported from Sri Lanka, Illegal Immigrants had passed it over to Britain, how polite. The news person had told everyone in Britain that had a TV that the Queen's army had quarantined the infection.

But as always on the news, there's always some bullshit that gets in.

The infection had spread, and the smart people knew it. As we were nearing my house the feeling of dread overcame us, spreading like an air-born plague, we didn't want to get out of the inviting, warm car, and make ourselves vulnerable to the night air, to the preying creatures in the darkness.

"Where are your parents Leah?" Asked Adam quietly from the back seat of the car.

"Night shifts at work I should think." I replied nonchalantly.

"You might as well all stay, my parents won't mind, it's getting up to seven, way to late to travel." I joked.

So we all piled into my house, locked the front door and went down into the cellar, my cellar. This cellar was the epitome of darkness. My band played here, my friends stayed here, I lived here. Well, my bedroom was upstairs but the cellar was nearer so I usually just crashed on a sofa for the night.

My phone started ringing, and with my curiosity that the caller ID was unknown, I picked up.

"Ello? Who's this?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders when Shaun asked who it was.

"Leah?!?! It's me Chaz, I've got Dave, Daniel, Jess and Dale with me. Shell's going fucking mental!!! This dog bit her and- oh, she's running about now- Dale? What's she doing?" Charlie said, sounding rather dopey.

Dale's voice crackled onto the phone next.

"Leah, we're coming to your house." He stated rather promptly then hung up.

I stared at the phone, then ran upstairs, Shaun quick behind me.

"Leah!!! Hold up, who was it?" Shaun asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"It's Dale, Charlie, Daniel, Jess and Dave. They're coming round now, Shell's been bit by a dog and apparently she's going crazy. If they're legless or something I'm gonna fucking kill 'em." I said while unlocking the door.

To be honest, I didn't know where they were, but the nearest phone box to my house was about five to ten minutes away.

"It sounded like they were in a phone box but I'm just hoping they're not fucking about, especially with that epidemic going around." I said to myself.

I heard screams outside, they sounded like Charlie's, I looked at Shaun when I heard Dale yelling.

"Hurry the fuck up! It's coming I can hear it!!" Dale yelled.

Charlie screamed again, then silence fell over everything.