Disclaimer: Characters all original (Yeah, I know it starts off like the movie, but I promise, its a different story altogether )
Hell had broken loose over Wisconsin.
Tricia Miller sat in her car, staring out the blood-smeared window at the carnage ahead. On the streets, cops and soliders were firing endlessly at a horde of converging zombies. Panicked citizens ran back and forth through the streets screaming in fear. Tricia was frozen in her seat, and her hands were white against the steering wheel. She watched helplessly as the teeth of an advancing zombie cut one of the soldiers down. That broke her out of her reverie. She immediately set the car in reverse and started backing up, the tires screeching across the road. She did a backwards U-turn and was about to drive off when a bloody hand slammed up against the side window. Tricia screamed as the zombie hand broke through the glass and started to reach through and grab her hair. There was a slam. She felt the zombie's grip release her hair. She looked over and saw a police officer had tackled the zombie to the floor. He was using his shotgun to hold back its teeth as they struggled. "Get the hell out of here lady," he yelled out.
Tricia didn't need to be told twice. Slamming on the brakes, the car took off down the road, and away from the massacre.
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Only a few hours earlier, Milwaukee had been a peaceful, happy place. Children were playing along the sidewalks, executives were enjoying their day off work, and Tricia Miller had finally gotten her license to drive. She was in her third year of high school, and was the only one of her friends who had enough money for a Ferrari. She had planned a nice, long day of cruising around town in her new car, but when the first sightings of the zombies were reported, that car would be used to help save her life. It should've just been another normal day for her. She had planned on spending the day waiting for Joshua Park, the school quarterback, to ask her out to Homecoming. But instead, she'd woken up in a nightmare. Nothing would be the same anymore, nothing would be happy. When Tricia Miller woke up that morning, 4 hours earlier, she'd only found death.
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The car was parked at the side of a deserted road, at the edge of a forest. It had taken Tricia a full hour before she got the courage to leave the vehicle. She needed a breath of fresh air and so she skimmed the inside of the woods till she come upon a small stream. She knelt down and swept some of the river water through her blonde hair. When the streams settled, she looked at her reflection in the clear waters. Normally, she was a pretty girl, the kind that every guy in Milton High drooled after, but now her blonde hair was tangled and her face had stains of blood on it, with her blue eyes were sunken and hollow. She looked away, not liking what she saw. She tried to forget about everything that had happened, but she couldn't.
Tricia used her hands to take some of that semi-clear water and carried it to her face. The blood was dry. It was hard to clean off. She at first was frightened that some of those cherry-colored stains came from beneath her skin, but this was confirmed to be untrue as her hand scanned her usually very cookie-cutter face. She took a second, a third, and a fourth swoop from that cleansing water. It was, though, at the fifth swoop that her fate changed.
Tricia estimated the incoming sounds originated from a point five meters away. Her hands, cupped in a way that very little water could slip out of her hands, trembled. She thought to herself: another one of these freak show sickos? Now what?
She pondered this thought for a while. It seemed, now, in these four seconds that passed since her mind recognized singular sounds coming from relatively near her, that the best alternative would be to run for the car. With the car she could run over the freaks, or better (and safer) yet, just ride away from this locale. The bushes now fluttered slightly. The sounds were getting closer. Steps on the floor were slightly recognizable by the cracking of the leaves. Then Tricia's eyes captured the three figures.
Tricia's heart started to pound.
There were three of them. Tricia's heart beat slowed. They were human, like her. A girl about Tricia's age, wearing a cowgirl hat, with red hair and green eyes. The other was a black, middle-aged man wearing a nice shirt. (Nice as in: it would look fancy without the blood spattered on it.) and a priest collar. The third was a young man, handsome rugged features, only a year or two older than Tricia. He had a green tattoo of a bull head on his arm, and wore tattered blue jeans and a leather biker vest which was covered in blood.
At first, the red-headed girl tensed when she first spotted Tricia, seeing the blood and the pale features. The priest saw her too and quickly intervened. "Easy Madison, she's one of us." Madison slowly relaxed and the priest turned his attention back to Tricia. "Are you allright?" he asked.
Tricia nodded weakly.
"My name is Curtis," said the priest," and this is Madison and," Curtis pointed to the young biker, "That's Tyler.
"I'm guessing there's no help from where you came either," said Tyler. It wasn't a question.
Tricia shook her head. "But... I have a car."
"Will you let us come with you..", asked Curtis, "There's a military base on the edge of the town, with a car we could get there in no time."
Tricia wiped the tears from her eyes and stood back up, and then slowly started walking back to her car.
Watching her leave, Madison looked to Curtis and shrugged. "I'm guessing that means yes?"
Hell had broken loose over Wisconsin.
Tricia Miller sat in her car, staring out the blood-smeared window at the carnage ahead. On the streets, cops and soliders were firing endlessly at a horde of converging zombies. Panicked citizens ran back and forth through the streets screaming in fear. Tricia was frozen in her seat, and her hands were white against the steering wheel. She watched helplessly as the teeth of an advancing zombie cut one of the soldiers down. That broke her out of her reverie. She immediately set the car in reverse and started backing up, the tires screeching across the road. She did a backwards U-turn and was about to drive off when a bloody hand slammed up against the side window. Tricia screamed as the zombie hand broke through the glass and started to reach through and grab her hair. There was a slam. She felt the zombie's grip release her hair. She looked over and saw a police officer had tackled the zombie to the floor. He was using his shotgun to hold back its teeth as they struggled. "Get the hell out of here lady," he yelled out.
Tricia didn't need to be told twice. Slamming on the brakes, the car took off down the road, and away from the massacre.
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Only a few hours earlier, Milwaukee had been a peaceful, happy place. Children were playing along the sidewalks, executives were enjoying their day off work, and Tricia Miller had finally gotten her license to drive. She was in her third year of high school, and was the only one of her friends who had enough money for a Ferrari. She had planned a nice, long day of cruising around town in her new car, but when the first sightings of the zombies were reported, that car would be used to help save her life. It should've just been another normal day for her. She had planned on spending the day waiting for Joshua Park, the school quarterback, to ask her out to Homecoming. But instead, she'd woken up in a nightmare. Nothing would be the same anymore, nothing would be happy. When Tricia Miller woke up that morning, 4 hours earlier, she'd only found death.
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The car was parked at the side of a deserted road, at the edge of a forest. It had taken Tricia a full hour before she got the courage to leave the vehicle. She needed a breath of fresh air and so she skimmed the inside of the woods till she come upon a small stream. She knelt down and swept some of the river water through her blonde hair. When the streams settled, she looked at her reflection in the clear waters. Normally, she was a pretty girl, the kind that every guy in Milton High drooled after, but now her blonde hair was tangled and her face had stains of blood on it, with her blue eyes were sunken and hollow. She looked away, not liking what she saw. She tried to forget about everything that had happened, but she couldn't.
Tricia used her hands to take some of that semi-clear water and carried it to her face. The blood was dry. It was hard to clean off. She at first was frightened that some of those cherry-colored stains came from beneath her skin, but this was confirmed to be untrue as her hand scanned her usually very cookie-cutter face. She took a second, a third, and a fourth swoop from that cleansing water. It was, though, at the fifth swoop that her fate changed.
Tricia estimated the incoming sounds originated from a point five meters away. Her hands, cupped in a way that very little water could slip out of her hands, trembled. She thought to herself: another one of these freak show sickos? Now what?
She pondered this thought for a while. It seemed, now, in these four seconds that passed since her mind recognized singular sounds coming from relatively near her, that the best alternative would be to run for the car. With the car she could run over the freaks, or better (and safer) yet, just ride away from this locale. The bushes now fluttered slightly. The sounds were getting closer. Steps on the floor were slightly recognizable by the cracking of the leaves. Then Tricia's eyes captured the three figures.
Tricia's heart started to pound.
There were three of them. Tricia's heart beat slowed. They were human, like her. A girl about Tricia's age, wearing a cowgirl hat, with red hair and green eyes. The other was a black, middle-aged man wearing a nice shirt. (Nice as in: it would look fancy without the blood spattered on it.) and a priest collar. The third was a young man, handsome rugged features, only a year or two older than Tricia. He had a green tattoo of a bull head on his arm, and wore tattered blue jeans and a leather biker vest which was covered in blood.
At first, the red-headed girl tensed when she first spotted Tricia, seeing the blood and the pale features. The priest saw her too and quickly intervened. "Easy Madison, she's one of us." Madison slowly relaxed and the priest turned his attention back to Tricia. "Are you allright?" he asked.
Tricia nodded weakly.
"My name is Curtis," said the priest," and this is Madison and," Curtis pointed to the young biker, "That's Tyler.
"I'm guessing there's no help from where you came either," said Tyler. It wasn't a question.
Tricia shook her head. "But... I have a car."
"Will you let us come with you..", asked Curtis, "There's a military base on the edge of the town, with a car we could get there in no time."
Tricia wiped the tears from her eyes and stood back up, and then slowly started walking back to her car.
Watching her leave, Madison looked to Curtis and shrugged. "I'm guessing that means yes?"
