Before I get started, I just want to say that this is based on a weird dream I had a while ago. This is my first real fic so please enjoy!
Oh wait, stupid disclaimer...blah blah blah I don't own Highschool of the Dead or claim to. yada yada yada.
Prologue
After a mediocre day attending morning classes, it was finally time to sit and enjoy the time alone before everyone else got home. It wasn't that he didn't get along with the rest of the household, they just became kind of annoying after a lifetime of bickering over what show to watch or who ate the last of the cookies. Deciding that he was hungry and that eating would be a good place to start relaxing, Zak walked over to the counter, grabbed a banana, and meandered his way toward the living room. He flopped down onto the dark brown couch in front of the tv. As he was beginning to flip through the channels, a word caught his eye: Zombies.
Caught off gaurd, he rapidly flipped over to the previous channel. Thinking another prank had occurred, he listened eagerly to the newsbroadcast. A few months prior, someone had 'edited' the electronic road signs to say "Warning! Zombies Ahead!". The media ate it up and the prankster got to enjoy his minute of fame; however, this did not seem to be a simple prank this time. He grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
"Another case of extremely violent attacks has been reported in the area, which adds up to 14 cases in the local area alone. Victims of these brutal occurences were bitten savagely and acquired a strange disease currently being investigated by the CDC."
'What the heck?' He thought to himself, since there was no actual talk of zombies. As the thought crossed his mind, he noticed what he assumed to be the word zombies skit along the bottom of the screen. His imagination running wild again, he'd thought it said zombies but they were actually talking about the anniversary of Zumbis', a Brazilian leader, death. Crazy, what his mind would fill in for him.
"Isolated incidents have been reported globally in the larger cities such as Moscow, London, Berlin, Rome, and..." The newscaster continued into the report.
Losing interest, Zak continued to scour the numerous channels available to find something to occupy his time. Seeing that Shaun of the Dead was playing on tv, he decided that'd be as good as anything. About an hour into the movie, a loud blarring siren started coming from the tv and a message began to trek across the "62 screen.
"This is an emergency broadcast system. This is not a test. A gang outbreak has occured and you are asked to remain in your homes until further notice. Lock all windows and doors. Any remaining entrances should be boarded up. This is an emergency broa..."
Suddenly, the phone rang. It startled Zak enough to drop the phone once before answering. He glance at the caller I.D. on his phone. Matt, his friend of six years, was yelling into the other end of the receiver.
"Dude! Do you know what's going on right now!" Matt screamed, with fear in his voice. "There're these videos of people being eaten! Something about that new disease is making people act like zombies!" He said getting more hysterical as he went on.
Matt and Zak had become good friends after meeting at a local soccer match going on. They'd been best friends ever since and along the way they might have played a few tricks on each other but this was just too much...right? He could remember in middle school, when they had tricked Trista into believing there was a werewolf pack living in the nearby woods but the timing of the call made him hasten his breathing. Turning the tv to the news again, he jumped up to his computer to prove his friend wrong. Clicking the link Matt had told him, the video had a young happy child celebrating what seemed to be his eighth birthday. As the child was about to blow out the candles, a woman, who looked to be around her thirties, grabbed his arms. Confused by the sudden getsure he began questioning the woman but just as he had began, the woman tore into his vocal chords before he even had a chance to scream. An uproar burst from the frantic onlookers and even through the high-pitched screechs, a disgusting crunch could be heard; comparable to when getting that last piece of meat between the two chicken bones: Ripping, digging, tearing to get that last juicy piece. The destruction left behind was sickening; layers of skin and flesh hung from the remains of the boys' throat. A sick gleam was left on the jowls of the woman. Blood dripped onto the ground in drops and long strings of blood-enriched saliva. By this point, the filmmaker had fled in fear for his life and presumably posted the video as caution (assuming he'd made it out safely).
'This can't be real. How would someone be able film this and get it online?' He tried to rationalize what he was seeing now and what was being told on the news. There was always some person trying to make the next viral video, except this time it was real and more serious than anyone could have predicted. Realizing the severity of what was going on (and having a slight mental breakdown), Zak ran around his family's home shutting every window, door, curtain, just anything.
"Hey! ZAK! I'm not sure what we're supposed to do but I'm coming over before it gets really bad. -click-" he hung up but his message was lost on an adrenaline-enhanced delirious, Zak.
"Oh God! What the fuck am I supposed to do? Oh God, oh god...oh god." Zak hiccuped to himself. As soon the words left his lips, there was a loud banging coming from the front yard.
So, tell me what ya think (Good or otherwise) I'd like to have at least a review so I know how I'm doing. Any constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks. ^_^