Title: Dead Shall Rise
Author: Dez/Jezebel Jinx/VampireQueen21
Rating: Mature
Couple: None (See Note 2)
XO: Dawn of the Dead, Day of the Dead + Land of the Dead
Summary: The dead have risen, Liz is in Florida, Maria in New York. The others are still in Roswell, many different story lines going on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing I swear.
Note 1: There will be three main story lines going on, Liz in Florida, Maria in New York, and then the Roswell group. There will also be secondary story lines with some of the other residents in Roswell. (i.e. Brody, Amy, and some OC's)
Note 2: This is not a couple fic, there will be some of the people getting involved with others but there is no guarantee that they will stay with that person throughout the fic. However there is a possibility of a couple pairings (not telling yet because that would ruin some of the surprises in store) near the very end, where they will stay together.
Note 3: This is probably going to be very long since I'm starting at the beginning (when the zombies begin to walk to the Earth), and I have ideas planned up to two years in the future w/o a lot of skipping ahead. So don't be looking for an ending any time soon.
Note 4: The time line will be in order, so there will be times when you only see a certain group of characters for a lot of chapters (especially in the beginning) because for example in the first few chapters it's mainly the people still in Roswell. Later Liz and Maria will get bigger parts just not now.
Posting Schedule: I already have 6 chpts (including prologue) done and about 3 chapters that are future chapters I just need to fill in the chapters to get to those points. Also I will probably be taking breaks every 6-8 months from this fic just to give my muse some time to breathe.
Warnings: Character deaths (nobody is safe) at the end of this I don't even know if Liz (my fav character) will be alive, so please take that warning to heart, language, extreme violence, and flesh eating.
Prologue
Roswell; 1:12 a.m.; May 24, 2000
The wind howled outside, screaming throughout the small alien themed town, to anyone still awake it was as if the wind itself was shouting for help. Warning the people of the quiet town danger came its way, the only people that heard the cries were the insomniacs but they didn't heed the warning, turned up their TV's instead.
No one saw the graves pulsating like a heartbeat; grass and dirt rolling from the mounds growing, the occupants crawling out moaning from beneath the surface. Everyone was cozy in their homes, children of all ages snug in their beds knowing their parents watched over them. Nothing could happen to them, or so they thought.
1:20 a.m.
Sprawled out on his bed Michael heard a loud shuffling outside his apartment, who the hell was out there at 1:30 in the damn morning? He closed his eyes quickly drifting off to sleep when there was a pounding at his door. "Go away!" He yelled from bed, no way was he getting out of bed, three hours of sleep was all he got, he wouldn't get out of this bed unless someone was dying.
Again the pounding at his door jerked him awake, fully this time. Grumbling Michael kicked the tangled covers away from his feet, it being far too hot to burrow under the sheets, he slipped on his Doc Martins leaving them untied, after he killed whoever was behind that door he was going to go back to sleep. "I'm going to knock off whoever's out there," Michael grabbed the door handle and opened it, "you gotta…"
Holy shit! A suit-covered arm shot out and grabbed for the tall alien managing to grab his shirt; the fingers grasping for him were long, bony and decaying. Slowly it brought Michael closer, as the broody teen struggled 'he was going to die' were his thoughts as the flesh eating zombie came with in a hairs breath of his shoulder.
Florida; 1:22 a.m.; May 24, 2000
Bonita Parker drove up to her condo; her niece had been living with her for almost a week. Jeff, her older brother, told her that Liz broke up with her boyfriend of about four months and needed to get away from it all, the farthest away she could get was Florida. Bonita grabbed her purse and opened her car door; she dug in her purse searching for her penlight so she could find the lock to her front door. She really should keep that thing on her key chain so she could avoid her nightly search.
"Aaahhh…" a female screamed deep in the night startling Bonita causing her to drop her purse on the cool concrete. The contents spill out of the opening and out onto the ground.
"Dammit," as she knelt down to pick it up she didn't see the creature shuffling his way towards her. Throwing her items back into her bag with sharp irritated moves was an easy way to deal with the frustration of having to pick them up, couldn't help but think how eerily quiet tonight was, no crickets, not a single chirp.
Shaking her head she picked up her purse hauling it over her shoulder. Before she could walk forward she's attacked from behind, Bonita screamed but it's cut off when the mind numbing pain of someone sinking their teeth into her flesh and ripping said skin away. Blood poured down her chest and back as she fell face first to the cement. Never seeing her assailant's face Bonita succumbed to the agony of being eaten alive.
New York; 1:28 a.m.; May 24, 2000
Sean Deluca watched as his cousin slept on the couch of his apartment, a part of him was hoping that Liz would have come along like she had the year before. However 'Ria said she wanted to go to Florida this year so he got Maria with no buffer to save him from her rambles.
Maria came to his apartment every summer since she was twelve, the small cities were never home for her, not completely, he'd seen her while she was in Roswell and Maria didn't shine as much as when in New York. Maria gobbled up the sounds, the people, the food and she glowed, she may be a pain but seeing her open up and experience life in the Big City made any slight irritation worth it.
Down the street from his apartment building an OD'd drug user, who'd been stinking up the alley for a few days twitched. Her eyes shot open, but instead of the hazy brown they usually were they were almost gray, blood shot and dead. With the needle still in her arm she shakily stood on her feet. Food. Was the only thought in her decayed mind.
TBC