Authors note: Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at zombie fanfiction. It is related to the movie: "Dawn of the Dead" but does not follow the movies plot. This is my first chapter, please read and review and let me know if you want to see chapter 2 and possibly beyond. The idea for this story simply came to me, and I have been flying by the seat of my pants ever since. Oh, and don't let the first chapter fool you, be ready for zombie action, this is just an introduction. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own any of the plot, characters, etc. They belong to whoever owns 'em. I just took the general idea for a test jaunt. So, don't sue me...not that it would be beneficial, as I am a poor college student, yadda yadda yadda.
How does one pick up something and move on when everything is broken? Sounds dramatic I know, but it is actually quite a relevant observation. Maybe someday, the world will become right again, and things will be better. Maybe someday, I can drive downtown and get my Starbucks fix, while reading the latest fantasy thriller on the best sellers list. Right now though, the closest I get to Starbucks is blasting the brains out of one of their employees. A shame really, I could use a good latte.
Really, I have it good. My life right now is better then most. The guilt eats at me sometimes, being a survivor. Being one of the few left, when so many people didn't make it, contrary to popular belief is not a big bunch of laughs. My friends here would laugh at this if they heard me say it, but I never thought I would survive an infestation. My old friends loved to watch the horror movies; I grudgingly got pulled in too. Damn. Those movies gave me nightmares, so many hours spend awake at night, staring at the ceiling, alert any sound, any movement. Nowadays, that gives me a laugh. But, really, we talked about what we would do, where we would go. They spouted fantastic plans, and pondered how much survival instinct they would have. These talks usually ended up concluding in skin-tight camo clothes and hot-shot gun-toting crazies. Meanwhile, when asked, I said, well, that I doubted I would survive. Man, I think God spited me, just to prove me wrong. I guess in a way I am doomed to live in one of my own nightmares. God. How depressing is that?
Well, just listen to me. This is turning out to be a monster-shall-my-pain rally! I guess because of the circumstances the critics of the future will forgive me, maybe even publish me, if this account is ever found, doubtful, but you never know…Hey! If Anne Frank did it, so can I. I have to say, our circumstances are somewhat similar, but instead of Nazi's, I have Zombies. Kinda makes the Nazi's look like cute, harmless, sensible puppies huh?
Yeah, I said Zombies, many people were slow on the uptake here to, and most of them are dead. I guess I could tell you my story…but, be warned; this is real, not like some fan fiction you read on the internet, were everyone has huge trucks, rich friends, and guns under their living room doilies. This is my story, where the only thing I started with was a nail file and Honda civic, my mom's car to boot.
My story didn't start on a dark stormy night, were the wind whistled and trees creaked….actually, it began (for me) in the afternoon. It must have been 2 years ago now, yes, it was, January 4th, 2007. My, the years fly when you are trying not to be eaten.
I think that day will forever be imprinted in my memory, sounds lame, I know, but this is one of those things that just are, no matter how lame it sounds to say it. I woke up that morning, and my old life ended.