Lion King Rising:

As you can tell from the title, it's a crossover of Dead Rising and Lion King. Reason I decided to cross Dead Rising (not DR2) because of the story connection to Santa Cabeza which was [spoiler to those who haven't played Dead Rising] the place where a government experiment happened which lead to the creation of the zombies in the surrounding village and then taken to the Willamette mall by Carleto. Since Frank West exposed the plot behind Willamette. I figured he would head to South America to find the base in Santa Cabeza, but something goes wrong and he ends up in Africa. Thanks for reading this and enjoy fans of Capcom's Dead Rising and Disney's The Lion King.

(Also instead of chapters I'll call them cases just another little tribute to the Dead Rising series. Also note: if I make a certain flop in the story or I don't do Frank's personality or attitude right in a certain situation in the Lion King Story line. Let me know.)

Case 1-1: Take off Flight Frank West

"Flight 490 will be boarding now."

This was what Frank West heard on the intercom as he sat in a chair just outside the terminal to the 6:00am plan he was anticipating even under his calm face. Frank West was a free-lance photojournalist who always got his story and even went to great lengths to do so during his career. He had covered wars and had spoken with presidents, but….there was only one incident….one point in his career that everyone wants to talk to him about and nothing else…

Frank got up to his feet which he had on brown shoes on them while pulling his black jacket to straighten it. He picked up the camera that sat on the seat next to him as he moved his head through the strap hole so the camera could hang from his neck in front of his long sleeved white button up shirt. He grabbed the bottom of his camera with his left hand so it didn't swing uncontrollably as he walked to the terminal. In his other hand he carried it round trip ticket to Santa Cabeza.

Seems too easy, Frank thought to himself with suspicion in fully engulfing his thoughts, figured any kind of transportation route to Santa Cabeza would be cut off…but eh should I complain? Beats jumping from a helicopter after being shot at.

He approached the desk by the terminal door to see a woman dressed in a black uniform with white cuffs and collar and her brunette hair was tied up in a bun. Frank approached her and handed his ticket before shoving a hand in his jacket pocket for his passport. He pulled the passport, which was a thin blue binder type, and handed it to the lady. He waited as the lady looked the passport over before getting an "ohhhh" look on her face.

"Misor Frank West," The lady said with her accented English while directing her eyes to him, "Famous photojournalist I see."

Frank took back his passport and started to head for the terminal entrance way before turning back the lady.

"Took me three days for everyone to know my name, but I'm going for the big one now," Frank said before he turned away and hurried to board the plane.

It was almost 6:25am by the time the plane took off and Frank was resting his eyes in the first class section of the plane. The one incident that everyone wanted to talk with him about made it possible for him to do that. He felt the plane take off into the sky before he finally fell into a deep sleep for the first portion of the flight…

Frank awoke to a sudden shake he felt as his body shook. He quickly opened his eyes to see…three men, in suits, standing by the emergency exit with his suitcase. Frank got to his feet with slight fury.

"What the hell are you do you think you're doing?" Frank shouted in advancing on the men before stopping at the sight of a gun.

"Following orders, Mr. West," One of the men who was holding the gun threatened, "Now if you would kindly sit down."

Frank just stood his ground as the man kept pointing the gun at him with a steady aim. Frank shifted his eyes quickly to see if he could find anything to help him.

"I said SIT DOWN!" The man with the gun demanded as he kept the gun steady.

"Aww forget it." One of the other's said, "He ain't goanna listen and besides…"

Frank saw the men gather close while the one holding the gun kept it pointed as they whispered to each other. Frank had the thought of an average person's reaction time to a sudden move. Frank held onto his camera as he ran towards the three men before jumping in midair and landing a kick at the man who was holding the gun's hand. He kicked the gun away before using his free hand to punch the man to his right out. He shoved his left elbow into the man, who use to have the gun, sending him up against' the wall. Frank found himself being grabbed by the reminding man and literally tossed off his feet and onto the floor. Frank gritted his teeth with small pain from the fall as he quickly saw one of the two men advancing on him. Frank made quick use of one of his legs and took the man's feet out. Frank got to his feet to find himself beginning to be overpowered by the last man. Frank bent his knees and leaned forward a bit before using all the strength in his legs and pushed himself off to his back. This smashed the man on his back to the floor. Frank got to his feet in time to see the man who he had feet swiped was back up. Frank used both hands and grabbed the man and used enough strength to toss the man behind...right into the lever to the emergency exit. The man slammed into the lever and the door became unlocked. Just as the man had collapsed to the ground he found himself being by the sudden change in pressure. Frank would of patted himself on the back for taking out the guys but he too found himself start to be sucked towards the open door. He made a desperate grab for the seat but his fingers just missed. He did however make a desperate grab for where the parachutes were. He got a grab of the handle which caused it to become open. Frank felt his grip slip as he also saw a parachute fly out with him. He found the wind rushing past his ears, his hair frizzing, and his jacket threating to come off as Frank free fell. He made another desperate grab for the parachute and managed to grab hold with one hand. He moved fast and got the straps on his shoulders as he saw his suitcase fall past him in a berserk spinning. Frank mouthed out a word that was muffled by the wind as he made a grab for the cord while holding his camera for the ride down. He managed to see the plane soaring on its path to where ever. Frank let himself fall a ways so he wouldn't be caught in any major winds that could carry him off and rip the parachute. He counted about 20 seconds before he ripped the cord and the parachute came springing out. He found himself being pulled up as the parachute formed out and he began to drift down.

"Damnit! It's like Willamette except with a plane," Frank mumbled to himself as he drifted down through the sky.

He broke the last bit of clouds and found…the ground coming up on him.

"And here's the landing…" Frank mumbled as he braced himself.

The landing came mostly on his legs. He fell forward but turned onto his back while thrusting his arms above his head to let the parachute slide off his shoulders and be pulled away by the wind. Frank sat up as the pain on his back faded as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand. He checked his camera to see if it was damaged. It seemed ok but it was the least of his problems. He looked around him to see no one...not a single soul.

"And no Carleto…well so much for deja-vu…" Frank said to himself as he got onto his feet.

(we'll leave off here for Case 1-1. Will Frank ever get to South America? What is the story he is trying to get? Find out in Case 1-2: The Presentation of Simba. Thanks for reading everyone. Please tell me what you think of it so far (though its kind of short but its how it will be with the dividing into to cases and such) in a review. Thanks.