Authors note: Hello everyone, this is my second story for zombie fanfiction. It is related to the movie: "Dawn of the Dead" but does not follow the movies plot. This is my first chapter, please read and review. The idea for this story simply came to me, and I have been flying by the seat of my pants ever since.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own any of the plot, characters, etc. They belong to whoever owns 'em. I just took the general idea for a test jaunt. So, don't sue me...not that it would be beneficial, as I am a poor college student, yadda yadda yadda.
Authors note #2: I thought I'd do something different and write a quick one shot, from the mind of the horde. Again, please Read and Review to let me know what you think.
We Know the Hunger...
The world has changed, the ownership of the land is no longer solely in control of those who previously held it. We are the horde. We are the new predator.
We are born from humanities greed and filth. It's lack of compassion and drive to unify the world and fix it's problems. We are the scourge. The ultimate in irony, humanity enveloping itself through it's own citizens hungry teeth.
We know only one thing, everything else holds no meaning. We know the hunger. It consumes us. It burns us, it boils us inside till even the most grievous wound is forgotten, anything to sate the blood lust.
We are the eternal walkers, bound to walk the earth till we can walk no more. We know the hunger, and we must feed.
We don't understand the emotion of mercy. Pity is just as incomprehensible. We have but one mind, and it is idyllic in it's simplicity. We only know the hunger.
Though mindless, chance sends us fleeting memories, pictures rimmed in the red haze that envelops our minds. They disturb us. But only the hunger matters.
One floats in our minds now. Young prey. It blows on a foggy window, creating a better tapestry in which to sketch a crude picture of a heart, but it fades as the warmth leaves the pane. Recognition is difficult, but we remember his taste. The way his sweet, young flesh came away in our mouths. And we remember the sweet satisfaction that followed.
Our empty eyes and gaping mouths have witnessed the last screaming, gurgling moments of countless thousands, hundreds of thousands...even millions.
We have broken down your barriers and barricades, torn down your doors, snatched away your puny weapons and curdled your very blood with our shrieks and moans.
You have watched us gallop and shuffle below you. You have watched as we feed on your own. You have shot us down, but for every walker that finally falls, twenty more will spring to take the fallen's place.
To fight the dawn of our reign is futile. But still, we know you hide from us. No matter, in time you will be ours, you will sate our hunger and rise again. Yes, you will rise, rise with new purpose...our purpose.
...You are ours...