A/N:hey Beatle fans this is my first fanfic it's not to be confused with the zombie version of Paul is undead.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles, the Kiserkeller(although I wish I do) or anything else you may recognise.
Chapter one: The Turning.
We were playing at the Kiserkeller that horrible night in Hamburg. Messing around, jumbling through a few songs being drunk, hopped up on speed and probably the most tired I had been in my entire life. I don't really remember allot of what we played or did until we were done with our last set. John had gone outside as he did every month once a month for as long as I've known him. If you could rely on him for one thing it was to be gone from as soon as the last set was over to the next morning, once a month every month. That night I was fed up with not knowing where the boy was going and had decided to follow him out of the bar. I waited a few minutes to be sure he wouldn't see me following him but when I got out there he was gone. I then made one of the stupidest decisions of my whole life. I wandered around Hamburgs red light district at midnight, drunk as a dog and tired as a log. After a couple hours of wandering around I saw something in the distance it looked like a young man but I dismissed it as just something my mind made up and turned into an alleyway . Suddenly I was pushed against a wall. "Ye' look nice an' tasty" a smooth, comforting voice said "Ye' smell nice too. Not to drunk or high either, thats hard to find around this dump." "The hell you talking about? Sounds like you're guwnna eat me." I slurred "I am." The mysterious man said with a cackle He bit into my neck and I was overcome with searing pain. This was the last moment of my life.
I woke up moaning and writhing with pain the next morning. "Crap, he's awake! Get George an' Pete out a here!" I heard John shout, at least it sounded like shouting to me. " Johnny ," I said weakly "that you?" " Yeah, Paulie it's me. Ye' feelin' alright buddy?" I don' know. I have the worst headache ever but I don't feel hungover or nothin' in fact I've never felt this good." I opened my eyes and looked around " Owowowow dam it! why the hell is it so bright in here? John quickly flipped the one light we had in that little room we shared. " Sorry buddy forgot bout that." John apologised. "John , tell me honestly why I'm the one acting like I had a couple to many drinks last night and you're the one being a responsible friend." I asked baffled. This kind of thing never happened John was the one who woke up with a hangover and I always took care of him not the other way around. "What you had six days ago…" "SIX FUCKING DAYS AGO! Ye saying I've been knocked out for six days!? I cut him off. "Yeah, six days is a long time but let me explain some things to ye before ye go ballistic on me. Six days ago after we had played a gig at the Kiserkeller and you decided to wander around Hamburg in the middle of the night. While you were on your walk a man knocked you against the wall and bite ye', drained your blood and gave you an almost lethal dose of poison. I found ye' corpse brought ye' back 'ere and looked after ye' till ye' woke up today. "Ye' brought my corpse back 'ere don' ye' mean you brought my body back 'ere ? "No, Paul I don't.I found your dead body liein' in an alley, actually I found your undead body.
A/N: Ok Now it's been revealed Paul is undead!Please review. Hope you liked my first chapter, see you all really soon with the next instalment of ... Paul is Undead!