Hi everyone... Um, yeah. So, this is my first story, and I hope you enjoy it. Like everyone who has seen these zombie movies and played the games, I too wonder how well I would do in that kind of situation. Now, this story is probably wrong... because I know I would die in like... three seconds, because a large, undead being could easily overtake a skinny teenage girl.

I didn't know which movie or game to pick to base this story on. Dead Rising seemed like the most realistic option, because it's not filled with intelligent, well-trained soldiers and warriors fighting the zombies. It's just a bunch of normal people who got trapped in a mall while running from the threat. Also, I can kind of relate to Frank West. Like him, I'm just an average person, not the stereotypical young and good-looking hero or heroine.

This story does not feature all of the characters in the game. Frank is not in here and I got rid of some of the psycopaths. also, I replaced Isabella with an OC.

Oh yeah, and I'm sixteen, but the main character is nineteenThis story is supposed to be 'what would happen if I was there', but I figured it would be more believable if she was older.

So, here's my shot at a story!

Dead Rising: From Another View

August 2, 2008; 9:21 AM

Sara sat in the interrogation room and sighed. It had been four days since the ordeal. Four long, torturous days. She was haunted by nightmares from what had happened; she saw the undead forms of her friends she had lost in that forsaken place. She looked up at the ceiling in anger. She hadn't seen Alex in the four days she had been held in the federal jail... She suspected he was in another room. She looked to the door and scooted her chair back slightly when she heard the knob click. A middle-aged man walked in and sat down in the chair in front of her. He was overweight and balding. She also thought she smelled McDonald's on him. She hated fast food... but the thought of having to choose between the bread and water she got in the jail cell and the disgusting, grease-soaked food, she'd take the bread. No way she was taking any food from him personally. He may have tampered with it. The man cleared his throat and pulled something out of his pocket.

"Hello, Sara. I figured we'd be here for a while, so I went ahead and got us dinner," he said, smiling as he set the McDonald's bag in front of her. She wrinkled her nose and glared at him. she wasn't falling for the nice cop act.

"I don't want it," she said, glaring at the man, "Where's Alex?" The man smiled and pushed the food closer to her.

"Come on, someone as thin as you needs to eat. According to this, you only weight about... 112, 113 pounds? Huh?" he said, scribbling on some paper.

"Where's Alex?" she asked, getting angrier, "And I weigh 110, thank you very much."

"My name is Detective Johnson... and Alex is safe. He's in another room, being interrogated as you are. He's worried about you too," he said, taking the food off the table. "So.. let's talk about the mall... What happened?"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT HAPPENED!" she shrieked and jumped up from her chair. Johnson didn't move. He sat there calmly and stared at her. He had handled rowdy prisoners before, and this one was no different.

"Calm down... I just want to hear your side of the story," he said calmly. Sara scowled and looked away. She took her seat and buried her head in her hands as she began to tell her story...

July 25, 2008; 10:58 AM

Sara looked out of the train window and sighed, bored. She hated going to small towns... but what choice did she have? If she was going to make any money, she had to check out the town of Williamette, Colorado. She got a call to photograph the city... probably for advertising traveling... but there was no reason for anyone to visit the town, except for maybe the mall. But even that wasn't very impressive. Her plan was to reach the station by train and switch to helicopter... apparently there was an accident or something, because she heard the roads had gotten blocked off. She didn't know why, but then again, she didn't really care. All she knew was that she was supposed to get pictures of the town and get paid.

Sara laid back in her seat and played with her camera. She now wished she had taken a different summer job. She was originally going to be a receptionist at that new salon near her house, but then she found an add for a photographer at a company... she couldn't even remember the name. All she saw was "Big bucks, good work." Those were the only words she needed to see. Plus, photography would be WAY more entertaining than sweeping up hairballs and answering a phone... even though she had no photography skill whatsoever...

Oh well. At least she knew how to use the camera.

She stepped off the train as it stopped and looked around the platform. She turned to see a man with large headphones on holding a card with her name on it. She placed the camera strap around her neck and walked foward.

"You Carl?" she asked, shoving her hands in her pocket. The man smiled- his teeth were coffee stained and dull looking- and threw the card to the side.

"Carl Jameson! And you're Sara Richardson, yes?" he asked. She nodded. "Wow... I expected you to be taller... and older..." She glared at him and rolled her eyes.

Sara was ninteen years old, pale, tall, and thin. Her blond hair fell just above her chin and was cut in a simple bob, her bangs ending just above her bright blue eyes. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a gold foil skull surrounded by roses and ribbon on the front, a dark blue denim mini-skirt, black leggings, and grey Rocket Dogs with a plaid pattern on them and no laces. She wore a good bit of make-up (some mascara, eyeshadow, blush, and eyeliner), but it was too light to really see it.

Carl was about... forty-ish? He had brown hair cut super short, almost a buzz cut, and a grisly brown moustache. He was wearing a bright yellow vest and bluejeans, just casual clothing. He laughed and motioned for her to follow him. She walked to the helicopter and climbed in, taking out her camera and adjusting the settings on it. Carl climbed in after her and began flipping switches on the helicopter's control panel.

"You freelance?" he asked as the blades began turning. He tossed her a pair of orange headphones and put on a pair identical to hers.

"Naw, I work for a place back home... We travel and take pictures for tourist destinations and news stories. Nothing big, though. The most exciting news stories we cover are, like, strikes against local Wal-Mart or something. I guess this is a tourism run... Don't know why they picked this little shithole town," she said, mumbling the last part. She snapped a few test shots and smiled as the helicopter began to rise. There was no side door, so she had to hold onto a rail above her head until Carl could get the helicopter to fly smoothly. Carl kept trying to make small talk, but Sara wasn't paying attention. She sighed when she realized that he would probably talk the entire way to Williamette.

"How far away from the town were you before you realized something was wrong?" Johnson asked. Sara lifted her head up and looked at him.

"Can I have some water?" she asked hoarsely. She was already on the verge of tears, and she hadn't even gotten that far into the story.

"In a minute. Just keep going," he said and continued to scribble on a pad. He scooted the tape recorder on the table aside and looked her in the eye. "When did you notice that something was wrong?"

11:32 AM

"Whoa... What's going on?" Sara asked as she looked down on the town below her. There were roads blocked off and what looked like thee military leaving the town in armored vans. She felt a smile coming on. This was her chance to get her name in the papers! It was obvious that something big was happening!

"Don't know. Hang on, I'll get closer. Grab the rail!" he shouted. Sara's hand shot up and grabbed the rail above her while she used her other hand to zoom in as best she could with her camera. Unfortunately, she was still too far away to get a good view. She cowled and lowered the camera as she waited for Carl to take her lower. As the helicopter lowered, her eyes widened.

There were several people lying in the street, crashed cars, and several people that looked wounded limping through the streets. Sara let go of the rail, nearly falling out, and zoomed it. There was a guy on top of a car, smacking other people surrounding the car with a large piece of wood. Sara cursed in disbelief and snapped a picture of the man being dragged off of the car. She didn't see what happened to him, but she did see blood squirt up from where he fell. She turned and saw another mass of peole attacking a school bus! She snapped a picture and backed away.

"What the fuck is going on?" Carl shouted," Why hasn't this already been in the news?"

"Don't know..." Sara mumbled, shocked. She began to snap more pictures. She saw several people moving towards a gas station. She got a picture of the station just as it had exploded.

"HOLY SHIT!" Carl and Sara screamed in unison. Carl began to fly higher so Sara could get a better look. She got a picture of a girl being knocked off a building by another group of people.

"Oh my God," she breathed, "Take me to the center of town! I wanna check that out," Sara ordered.

"You got it, kid," Carl said. She could hear the nervousness in his voice. She waited patiently while they approached the mall. Her mouth dropped and the camera clicked rapidly as she pressed the button. The crazed people were surrounding the mall! Some were merely wandering around in random directions, but the majority were banging on the doors and windows, trying to get in.

"Try to get closer to the m- Aaah!" she shrieked. The helicopter had swerved, nearly knocking her out of the side!

"Hang on! We got company!" he said. She grabbed the rail and looked out of the side door. There were three or four helicopters following them, yelling out orders to leave- some were even firing shots at them! They were missing Carl's helicopter though, so the fire was probably just to scare them. She lost her footing as the helicopter swerved again. Her eyes widened as she felt the rail above her loosen. 'Great,' she thought, 'they couldn't even give me a decent helicopter!'

"Can't you keep this damn thing steady?" Sara yelled as she tightened her grip on the rail.

"Shaddup! I'm doin' the best I can!" he yelled back. They got closer to the mall, about thirty feet from the roof, and the helicopter made a sharp turn. The turn was too sharp, however and Sara screamed as the rail holding her broke. She rolled out of the helicopter, clutching her camera to her chest and hit the ground. She landed on her feet, in a crouched position, and rolled over, yelping in pain. She opened her eyes and looked down at her ankle, fearing it was sprained. No damage...

"Wow," she mumbled. She remembered that she was still wearing the headphones. "Carl! Help!" she yelled, frightened. What if he left her behind?

"Look, sorry, but until the security loosens up... I can't come back for you," he said. Sara's heart sank. "I am coming back though! It'll just take a couple of days... If you're still alive." Sara groaned and slammed her fist onto the concrete in frustration. "Keep the headphones... They're hooked up so that when I'm about three miles away from you, we can communicate. I'll see you."

"What happened to Carl?" Johnson asked.

"I'm getting there," she said, glaring at him for his impatience. She took a sip from her water and leaned back in her chair. "I want to see Alex." she said again, more forcefully this time, though.

"You will. Just be patient. We just have to hear your story," Johnson said, glaring at her, "I'm getting pretty sick of your attitude."

"I'm getting sick of this shithole interrogation room. I want to go to bed," she said, getting up.

"We're not d-"

"I'll tell you some more tomorrow. I'm tired," she said.

"Okay... That's enough for now, then," Johnson sighed, pressing the STOP button on the tape recorder. Two guards came in and escorted her out of the room. She groaned as she was led to her cell.

To be continued! Akex will show up in the next chapter, so don't start typing reviews that say 'who's Alex?'.