Hey, its Sora, I'm starting this new story cause I've realized that not many zombie apocalypse MR fanfics have been written. And so… yeah. I promise that I'm gonna update my other stories soon, its just that my grades have been falling, and whatnot, but its all good. :D So I'm gonna call this story Rising, for two reasons, cause it's the dead rising, and because the survivors are rising up to claim the world fallen into chaos. So I'm sort of starting the story out like the Walking Dead with the whole coma thing, but trust me, this story is gonna be different. DISCLAIMER: I DON"T OWN MR, ITWOULD BE COOL IF I DID, BUT I DON'T, SO…DEAL WITH IT!

Chapter1:Look Alive Sunshine

I was floating, floating in a never ending black space, nothing as far as the eye could see. A non-existent wind blew me along. I drifted around for who-knows-how-long, my mind was blank. It seemed like months until I saw a tiny white dot, it took all of my willpower to push my body towards the dot, it got closer and closer, and it turned out to be a door. I reached out and opened it.

I opened my eyes, covered in a thin layer of sweat, I looked around, trying to find out where I was. The room I was in was a pristine white, and it smelled of antiseptic, I wrinkled my nose, I knew where I was, the hospital, I looked at the clock on the wall, but it wasn't working. Wait, why the fuck am I here in the first place? Then I remembered.

*Flashback*

I was running, running as far as I could, which was pretty far, I have to say, anyways, you see, my parents abandoned me when I was eight. I was later informed a year later they died, I had no living relatives, so I was sent to an orphanage, but it was crappy, some days, the caretakers didn't even bother to feed us. I ran away when I got the chance to, they wouldn't have noticed and if they did, they wouldn't have cared, it would've just been one less mouth to feed.

Anyways back to the running, I was 17 at the time, these weird gang members in white coats were chasing me asking about some sort of book called, The Sire of Dade. They also mentioned something about my parents, then something clicked in my brain. My parents never told me their job, maybe they had something to do with these hooligans, my distaste for them grew larger.

"Where is it?" yelled one of the Whitecoats.

"I don't fucking know!" I yelled back.

I guess one of the three Whitecoats got frustrated because I heard something click, I eyes widened at the realization that it was a gun, but I realized a second too late because the next thing I knew, I was on the ground bleeding to death. I was luckily, and unluckly at the same time, shot right above the heart. The Whitecoats ran away as one teen about my age screamed and ran to my side.

"You'll be okay, I called the ambulance, just stay awake, keep your eyes open." She said."How about I tell you about myself to keep you awake, my name is Nudge, well, my real name is Monique, but it's just too dull and drab. What's your name?"

"Max" I rasped, and when the ambulance came, I immediately blacked out.

*End of Flashback*

I looked around, nobody was in sight. What a crappy hospital. I thought, I tried to get up, I winced, my chest hurt like hell. It took every ounce of my will power not to scream when I got up. But I did and went over to the bathroom to check my wound. I looked at the mirror, and my dirty blonde messy hair had grown extremely long. Just how long have I been out? I thought. I peeled my bandages off to see my gunshot wound almost about to be infected. I went over to a drawer and found a roll of bandages, medical tape, and some scissors. I changed my bandages, (I learned after many years on the streets) and started to walk out of my room to look for anybody else.

When I walked out of my room, a horrible stench hit me, one worse than antiseptic, the smell of rotting flesh. There were crusted pools of blood everywhere, and bloody handprints across the walls, and in the middle of exceptionally crusted pool of blood, was a limbless, rotting body. Its skin was sagging, discolored, and ripped in some places and the teeth could be seen clearly. I stepped back in horror. Then, it twitched, I suppressed a yelp, and then its eyes opened. It's throat let out a low growl. And then it started to wriggle like some twisted, horrible worm towards me. This can't be happening, a zombie apocalypse? Haha no way. I thought to myself, then I stared at the clearly rotted body wriggling towards me. Maybe, just maybe…

I tried to run back into my room willing myself to ignore the piercing pain in my chest, looking for a weapon, then I saw a box of scalpels, just laying there. Well I do have super good aim… I thought, I took my chances and grabbed a few. I racked my brain on what I knew about zombies. Don't get bitten or scratched my them, they feel no pain, they can smell the life in me… if that made sense, and a good blow or slice to the head, more specifically, the brain, will kill it for good

By the time I went back outside, it was only halfway there. It's fairly slow, but its head is moving so much, a clear shot will be hard. I took my chances and threw my first scalpel. It only grazed its cheek, which it paid no heed to notice. I threw the second one, and missed. I had one last scalpel in my hand, I took aim, and it hit it right between the eyes. Sticky, rotting blood trickled down its face, it stopped moving, and fell forward.

I celebrated in my head for a split second, before I began thinking about my way out. After about five minutes of painfully pacing back and forth my hospital room. I grabbed about fifteen scalpels for weapons, and using the scissors I found earlier, and some stitching needles and thread, I made a better outfit and belt out of my hospital gown. Then I began walking down the corridors, reading the words scrawled in blood across the walls saying GOD HAS FORSAKEN US or HELL HAS RISEN FROM THE DEPTHS I also came across a padlocked door saying Don't Open Dead Inside (A/N This is a TWD reference) I stood there, puzzled, until the door started to rattle, and the growls of zombies could be heard.

I jumped back, wincing from the pain arising after I did.

I kept on walking until I found an exit, luckily, I only came across one other walker while trying to find a way out.

I stepped out, expecting fresh air and sunshine, which wasn't uncommon with the mld weather in California. But I was greeted by the horrible stench of hundreds of rotting bodies wrapped in white cloth, and cloudy skies. But, I wasn't fazed, I looked out to the world with a determined look on my face. I then promised myself that I was going to fight for my place in this world.

So this chapter was pretty long, and it was really like The Walking Dead, but the next chapter is going to be really different, I promise! Oh yeah, if someone can tell me what band the song in the chapter is from, Kirix will give you a shoutout thingy.

R&R?