Author's Note/short ramble.
Well, it seems that I've finally managed to force myself to write something. I've been wanting to put this story together for awhile, so let's see how it goes. So, I guess since you're still reading this you might as well go ahead and read the story. R & R please, reviews make me happy AND help me know if I'm writing decently. Mainly they make me happy.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!! No, do not own Dawn of the Dead or anything else, and there's no point suing me anyway. I'm broke.
The time on the clock read 1:30 AM. Clark twisted himself into a slightly less uncomfortable position on his couch and tried to remember how he got there in the first place.
The clock continued to flash the same time. He groaned and buried his face in the deep cushion of the couch. It seemed that "too tired to fall asleep" wasn't a figure of speech after all. Three soccer games in one day coupled with several soft drinks that were decidedly not caffeine free had convinced him of that. He had collapsed into bed at 8:30 PM and had not slept a wink since then.
Out of a lack of anything better to do, Clark wrenched himself from the couch and groped between the cushions for the remote. The old TV grumbled into life after he impatiently smashed the bright green "ON" button a few times, but the static that filled the screen was only slightly more interesting to his fourteen-year-old mind than the blank screen. He collapsed back onto the couch and, with a moan of satisfaction, he finally tumbled into a fitful sleep. As he snored, his elbow continued to press the channel change button, and had he been awake he would've seen that there really was only one thing on TV (two if you count the static).
The clock flashed 1:32 AM.
The world continued to end.