"Dawn of the Living Dead? Why that movie?" asked Jill Valentine, who was lounging on a recliner in Chris Redfield's living room. It was the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team's movie night, an event hosted at one of the member's homes every month or so. It was currently Chris's turn, and he had even cleaned up his normally messy apartment for the occasion. Joseph and Brad were the only ones besides Jill that had turned up; Barry wanted to stay home with his family and Wesker said that he had "work" to do.
Jill took a sip from her can of Diet Coke before continuing. "I mean, with all the cannibal murders recently, is this really… appropriate?"
"I wanna watch Little Nemo," said Brad quietly from his corner.
"That movie's worse than the zombie one, man," said Joseph, running his fingers through his curly blonde hair. "Have you actually watched it? That's some scary shit right there."
Chris ignored Brad and Joseph as they began to argue whether Little Nemo was the most frightening children's movie to ever grace the home entertainment center or not. "Jill, come on," he said, opening up the VHS case for Dawn of the Living Dead. He shoved the tape into the VCR and hit play, paying no attention to Brad's whimper of distress. "It's not like it'd happen in real life," he continued, moving her legs out of his way so he could take a seat next to her. "There's no such thing as zombies."
Several Days Later
Chris frantically reloaded his shotgun as the crimson headed zombie charged towards him, stepping back to widen the distance between him and the undead abomination approaching him. He unexpectedly felt something solid at his back: he had retreated straight into a wall. He jerked his head back in astonishment, and when he faced forward, the zombie grabbed him with its half rotted hands, its bloody mouth full of broken, jagged teeth open in anticipation. Dropping his weapon in shocked surprise, Chris was forced to grapple with the creature to avoid being bitten.
"'It's not like it'd happen in real life, I said," Chris growled through clenched teeth as he struggled to keep the zombie from biting his shoulder. "'There's no such thing as zombies, I said," he continued, slamming a defense dagger into the side of its head and barely managing to shove the reeking, decomposing monster off of him. He quickly scooped up the fallen firearm and pointed the muzzle down and fired.
"Why can't I keep my goddamn mouth shut?!"