Author's note:

Hiya! First story and hoping to get some help with my writing, if possible. I am not to fond of the linguistics, or speech style, but I'm trying to be realistic, so bear with me here. Reviews are welcome. .

Prologue:

You've heard of the famous seven survivors of the outbreak, you know their stories. They have experienced loss and gain, tragedy and joy, but what should be discussed is the story behind them.

The one named Ellis continually told of a friend who was practically indestructible. Razor wounds over 90% of his body, Tear-gassed, drowning in puddles, dodging roller coasters, Burns over 90% and 95% of his body two separate times. Wrestling gators, and breaking both legs. Getting paved over, being stabbed by a ghost/hobo, being subject to a government bombing, Owl injuries, lost feeling in his right foot.

Even though this is all that we are given as information, there is still a longing to know what happened to the invincible man. His story is soon to be told. .

Chapter 1

Keith pulled up to Ellis's Shop and waited impatiently for the mechanic to get done. He began playing with his keys, hoping he didn't have to stay any longer than he needed to. Lots of people had already left town for God-knows what reason, and even though the urge to leave was definitely present, Keith could not leave yet because Ellis, always oblivious, wanted to check out the hotel that was being quarantined. He just loved to go in off-limit buildings. Keith figured the hotel was closed because of the flu, but since neither Ellis or he had gotten sick, he figured that they were good.

Just as Keith was about to honk the horn, Ellis came clambering out the door, certain to lock behind him.

"What took you so long?" Keith asked, as he began to stroke his soul-patch.

"I was waiting for a client that canceled at the last possible moment, real stupid, shit." Ellis looked down at Keith and smiled, "You know your soul-patch don't work for you since you got red hair."

"Not even with the spikes?" Keith smiled, pointing to his hair, which had too much gel on it.

Ellis rolled his eyes, "C'mon, we got a hotel to 'xplore!"

"Abandoned," Keith said, smiling.

"Twice the fun!" Ellis said.

Ellis hopped in the passenger seat with a giant smile on his face. When he saw this, Keith couldn't help but smile too, Ellis had a way of doing that. The world could be falling around him, but his joyful attitude could stop anyone's bad day.

Keith hit the gas and they sped off to the hotel. They stepped out in time to see a shadow go across one of the windows on the fifth floor. It looked like a fat man covered in bumps.

"I thought this was supposed to be abandoned," Keith said, with growing uncertainty.

Ellis saw it too, but he just shrugged and said, "Maybe he's really allergic to th' flu an' broke out in hives."

Keith still didn't like it, but before he could say anything, Ellis yelled "CHAAAAARRRRGGEE" and started toward the door.

Finally, Keith just gave up and ran after shouting,"Watch out for ghosts!" and chuckling to himself.

Ellis had already made it to the stairs by the time Keith made it into the building.

"Hurry up man! There's probably a good view from the roof!" Keith ran into the stair well just in time to hear Ellis's voice echoing down from one of the top floors.

"Shit, man, hold your horses!" Keith yelled back, but he received no response. Man that kid could run, even though Keith was only about a couple years older, Ellis would always be a kid to him. Keith wasn't liking this, if they got separated and Ellis got hurt, he wouldn't forgive himself.

Keith made it up a few steps when he suddenly heard a sickening "thud" then a loud "crash" from one of the floors above.

"Ellis!" he yelled, afraid for the worst.

There was a pause, then Keith was relived to hear Ellis say, "Some stuff just fell and blocked the stairs, so you can't go up this way! You'll just have to find another way up! Beat you to the Top!"

"Maybe you should come back down here!" Keith yelled.

"Can't" Ellis laughed, "you'll just have to find me!"

Keith rubbed the area between his eyes just as he always did when Ellis got a bit too excited. It looked like this was going to get difficult.

He ran up the stairs and found that the junk had fallen and blocked off the sixth floor. Wow, he thought, What are the chances that the rubble would force me onto the floor where I saw that creepy figure. Of course he knew that worrying about it wouldn't help, so he just opened the door and walked onto the fifth floor.

It looked pretty clear, except for a few overturned maid carts. The main thing that worried Keith was the silence. If there were sick people in here, shouldn't they be coughing and shit? Or moaning for room service? This definitely wasn't what he was hoping for. He ran forward until the hall way split off into a T-intersection. He turned right and just as he stepped away from the split, the roof started to rumble and large amounts of wood and cement fell down, blocking his return.

"Not good," Keith said, now he was going to have to find the roof, and then a different exit. It couldn't possibly get worse.

As soon as he thought that, he heard a gurgling sound in the next room over. He thought he might find a patient to ask for directions, so he ran in looking around. To his discomfort, he came face to face with a huge swelled up, boil-covered, somewhat green, man. Keith didn't feel quite so comfortable looking at this goop, so he pushed it away. The man gurgled then flew backwards a little too dramatically, then stumbled backwards onto the open veranda and off the balcony.

Keith ran after him, hoping to catch him, when the falling man hit the adjacent roof and exploded. All that was left was a sickly green cloud. Keith couldn't believe it, he killed his first man, and he didn't even mean to. H was about to run for the fire escape when he started to hear pattering feet and incoherent squeals coming closer.

This too made Keith uncomfortable, so he backed into the corner as not to be seen by who was coming, then all of a sudden, hundreds of people started racing after the fat man, jumping to the other building, but the weird thing was that when they landed, they didn't die, but instead, they began fighting with each other as if trying to beat each other to the cloud surrounding the fat man. Endless waves of the people jumped out after him, then when the cloud vanished, the strange people turned their attention to Keith.

One look in their eyes and one thought came to mind.

Zombies.

He had seen the movies, he had seen how zombies were supposed to look, but the idea just confused him. So without thinking, he grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a crowbar and started swinging.

This did not look good.

Author's note:

As I said before, This is my first fan fiction, so bear with me. Sorry about the mistakes. I could use some critique, I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing.