A Band's Tale

by Nokamiso

All we wanted to do was preform. It was a dream when we were invited to go to New York and play. How could it have gone so wrong? I'll tell you, the complete story, about how we all nearly died from the walking dead.

1. Chapter 1

World War Z: A Band's Tale

Chapter 1: Mangione Opener

The man in the dark house was flipping through channels on the television. He had just woken up, idly watching shows as they passed, each on for only a few seconds. He got up and went to the bathroom. The television was still on.

The show on displayed a logo with a Special Report, above it. Two people came on and were talking to each other. The conversation they were having seemed serious.

The man came back in the room and stared at the TV for a moment, before snatching the remote from the arm of the chair. He looked at the remote and carefully hit the record button, before sitting on the chair and hitting the rewind button. He hit play.

~Announcer: ... a man who was stuck in New York City when the first outbreaks occurred tells his story that starts from the beginning of the Zombie War. He has agrred to share his story, only with us, your beloved nightly news. We are sure that his heart-breaking story will captivate viewers for months.

~The screen shifts to a young man. He appears to be about 20. It is hard to tell, as he is sitting down, but it seems he is about 6 feet tall. His face, though full of emotion, shows Asiatic traits. His thick dark hair is parted on the side, which seems to add years to him. His dark eyes glance up at an off-screen cue. His mouth opens a sliver; he begins to talk.

~UNKNOWN MAN: What I want known, right now, is that this is not just my story. My friends and I struggled through this, unnatural, infection, and some of them died so others could live. I'm not telling this story so that my friends and I could get glory, or money, or some sort of grand, heroic reprensentation, but to show the true heroism of those who didn't make it.

His eyes sorrowfully shift to the side, then to the floor. He looks up and across the table in front of him to the man on the other side. His gaze seems to penetrate the interviewer. The interviewer squirms slightly, before settling into a more comfortable position. When he stops, the asian man begins again.

UM: I'm ready to begin my story. Where would you like me to start?

Interviewer: How about at the beginning? How did you end up in New York?

~The man hit the pause button on the remote. He glanced at the clock mounted above the television. 11:23PM. He sighed before turning the television off and heading to his bed.