Dawn of the Dead
NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE. Darn you.
Although this tiny burg was usually dank and damp, a small amount of sunlight had shined brightly that day. In a large house, there sat a woman fixing up her hair in the mirror. She was a plain girl, yet beautiful in her own way. As she continued doing her task, a young man had walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"You look lovely."
"Thank you, Victor," she replied, then looked up at the man. He was a very skinny being, with a pale complexion, and polished black hair.
"You do know what today is, right?" she asked.
Victor stood still for a moment. He then suddenly said, "O-of course I do..I'm pretty sure.."
She finally stood up, then walked over to the window. She peeked a view at the town that they had resided in, it seemed very lively on this day. Victoria then looked back at Victor and said, "It's our first anniversary, silly. Since the day we were married."
Now he remembered. You see, with most marriages, the bride in groom would just marry in a pleasant church and get it over with, but it was completely different for him. He would never forget that experience, the horrible and nerve-wracking experience. Victor tried to forget this day, and that's why he forgot to ge- oh, goodness. He forgot to get a gift.
"So," Victoria said to him, smiling sweetly, "you got my present, didn't you?"
He gulped. "Well…I mean, certainly! How could I forget to get you a present? I just have to…get…it. I'll be right back." He then ran out of the room at godspeed. As he left town, the weather got exceptionally chilly. The sky grew dark, and more and more crows come to sit on the branches of trees.
Just then, just suddenly, while Victor was running and having no clue what he was running over, he tripped over a tree branch sticking out of the ground. He then fell down a cliff violently fast and painfully. He didn't even have any idea what was going on, and it felt like he just kept falling. Falling. That's all.
Meanwhile, Victoria was sitting in her room, playfully touching a butterfly that had flew in her room. She was wondering where her husband had gone off to, but then again, he had a knack for doing that. Even so, she silently sighed to herself, and thought..did he really love her as much as she thought? He told her a year ago, but she didn't know if this feeling was true. While she mused to herself, her short, plump father had opened the door and grumbled, "Lights out."
"But Victor isn't back yet.."
"I don't really care about that boy. Just go to bed." He slammed the door behind him after that comment.
Victoria had cared about him. And yet, that wouldn't bring him back.
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Victor was laying on the ground, unconcious. He had a very irritating migrane, and could not feel his legs. His eyes had slowly but surely started to open up, and when he awoke, he found himself in a completely different atmosphere. There was ecstatic jazz music playing, lots of alcohol and booze going around, and many friends were chatting to each other.
Oh no. This can't be happening. He can't be where he thought he was.
A skeleton approached him, and looked at him with his one eye that switched between sockets. The skeleton had then exclaimed, "Welcome back, man! Good to see ya!"
OKAY, that's the first chapter. I WILL UPDATE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I do have school, you know.