Dead Rising: A New Dawn
To whom ever finds this;
My name is Michael Kennedy. I am a Police Officer from New York City. I was visiting my friends in Wisconsin. This is my story of how my life got destroyed by zombies and a conspiracy that I got way too deep in. If you have found this, this means I am possibly dead. The truth is in the Wasps.
Signed,
Michael Richard Kennedy.
Chapter 1
"Hey Mike, before we leave today, I wanted to give you something!" She yelled from the top of the stairs, running down carrying a small box. She hugged me sincerely and she gave it to me. As I opened it I gazed upon the silver pendant with the middle missing so the whole was in the shape of a cross. "Well do you like it?" She said as she handed me the pendant. "It's great, I love it!" I said as I put it on.
As I opened up the door I felt the heat of the sun on me so I took off my sweatshirt, so that I was wearing a grey t-shirt and my blue jeans, I still had my pistol strapped to my side and tried to make sure that Tara didn't see it. I peered my head outside and looked around. Something was wrong, the streets were completely empty. "Tara, let's go we need to pick up Nick and Katie. Hurry up!" I said as I went into the car and started it up. After she came in and buckled up I started driving off somewhat quickly. Something is strange here I thought. What's going on? I slammed my brakes. In the middle of the road was one man, holding his head down, just standing there. I walked out of my car, putting my hand over my pistol. "Oh my God! Are you ok? You're bleeding!" Tara said as she stepped out of the car. "Quiet down Tara!" I said as I walked a bit closer. "Sir, do you need help?" I said, he didn't move. Tara went up and tapped him on the shoulder, "Sir are you ok? He turned around and swiped at Tara, his face seemed deformed. I immediately grabbed my pistol out of the holster and pointed it at him. He went and put his hands around Tara's neck, I shot at his chest and he continued to choke her going in to bite her neck. Then as my hands were shaking I ran up to him and said "Chew on this!" as I punched him in the jaw.
His jaw ripped right off his face and went across the street. What the hell? I barely hit him yet his bones were so weak. He shouldn't even be able to stand! I grabbed my gun and shot him in the chest again. He started to yell and as I turned all around I saw, we weren't alone.