Okay, so I love Zombie novels/movies/comics. So I have decided to write A Zombie Horror fic. Yes, I KNOW I should be working on 'Mummy Moony', and 'Good Boys Like It Rough', but this idea will just not let me alone.

WARNINGS: Muggle AU, explicit slash (of the Sirius Remus variety… DUH! This is me), EXTREME gore and disturbing images, character death, and Zombies eating people.

SUMMERY: Post-Apocolyptic. The Zombies have been trapped in HUGE cages, each surrounds a state, but they keep getting more and more crowded so the government selects 50 people a year between ages 15 and 25 who have been specially trained to live in these cages (which are about 10 miles wide at least) and kill Zombies. This will be about eight of them... Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans, Severus Snape, and Fabian and Gideon Prewett.

PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE!

Tuesday, June 21 2011

An empty room… it's peach colored walls are splattered with the blood of its inhabitants and the frilly white curtains are now a gory crimson. A woman… or what once WAS a woman is scrubbing something dark red and sticky, too gruesome to be wine or juice, onto a large white dress shirt. The woman's long, horse like face is nearly ripped apart. A large crack splits open her skull, leading from the top of her head to the middle of her nose. It gaped open, showing her spongy grey brain. Leaving the shirt, the Dead Woman shuffles to the oven and pulls something round and bloody out in some gruesome imitation of the life she led when she was alive. Lurching over into the living room, the television threw pale colored shadows onto the red stained wall. There is a fake blonde with bright green glasses and a strong jaw on the screen.

"… Found a way to 'rekill' the Undead… authorities in suits designed to protect the skin from the Undead's teeth, and antidotes for the bitten, but not yet dead, people are being carried with them. Surviving Citizens are urged to go underground immediately-"

"Muuhhhmm…" A lifeless voice rasped from the center of the couch. What was once an overweight teenage boy was now a barely recognizable creature. Intestines were bursting out of its stomach in gory ropes and it was obvious that others had already made a meal of his flesh. The Undead Woman shuffled over to the Undead boy and placed the round bloody thing in his torn lap. It was a head.

"-in case. People who have no basement or storage place are asked to go out onto your roofs in bright colors and with some sort of noisemaking device. Authorities in helicopters will be by shortly to place you in a safe place while the Undead are permanently exterminated. If this is not possible, please find the nearest phone and either call or text the number below, stating your address and current predicament. 1-859-"

A sickening crunching sound filled the almost silent room and then a rip. The Undead boy had bitten off the head's nose and torn off the upper lip, which was home of a previously magnificent mustache. He started to feast while the Undead woman watched through glassy eyes and chewed her tongue. A trickle of red, almost black, blood ran out of her mouth.

Across the street is another house. This one is surrounded by the Undead. Undead Hoodlums, and Undead Housewives, and Undead Business Men crowd around the house and attempt to smash in the boarded up windows. There is a live person in that house, and they are so hungry… Inside the house, 78-year-old Arabella Figg is hunched by the front door with a knit bag full of heavy cat food cans in one hand and a Molotov Cocktail in the other. With a loud battle cry she kicks down the door with nothing but fuzzy slippers on her feet, and starts swinging at the undead with her bag. Heads and slimy bits of brains flew through the air. As soon as she had rekilled the closest ones she started to hobble as fast as she could towards the side of the house, swinging her bag every which way. There was a ladder leaning against the side of the house… a man had been cleaning out the gutter when the Undead first came. Arabella had been sitting in her living room with her cats when she first heard the screams. Turning her head, she could see the Undead gaining on her. Lighting the Molotov Cocktail, and throwing it behind her, Arabella quickly began to climb the ladder. Filled with adrenaline, she reached the top just as the Molotov Cocktail blew up and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Slipping and sliding on the shingles Arabella Figg reached the top.

Wirrrrrr! Wirrrrr! Wirrrr!

Arabella looked up, and nearly sobbed with relief. A helicopter was coming, just like that mannish lady on the Television said… she was saved. Abrella only wished that her cats could come too… The helicopter came lower until it was hovering only about a hundred feet above Arabella's head. A ladder came tumbling down, and a handsome redheaded man with a fang in his ear. He stood on the last rung and held out his hand. "Ma'am?"

Arabella scowled. "It's about time." She took the man's hand and he held her close as the Ladder was lifted back into the helicopter. It began to fly away, but not before the handsome man threw something out the door. As the helicopter flew away, a deafening 'BOOM!' sounded behind them. Looking out the window, Arabella saw the whole neighborhood catch fire. Mourning the loss of her friends (cats) and memories, Abrella turned away.

"Mrs. Figg?" A, unfortunately, familiar voice said from behind her. "I didn't think that you'd-"

"Survive, Mark? (1)" Arabella glared at the 10 year old boy cowering in front of her. "Silly boy, my father was in the war."

(1)Mark is the kid that Dudley beat up in the beginning of the fifth book.

Soooo… this is the first chapter. The second one is done already so it will be up relatively soon. Not today though. I have the whole story planned out, so you'll see Sirius in the third chapter, then the Prewett Twins, then James, then Lily, Remus, and lastly Snape.

The Chapters will get longer as the story gets more action.

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