Fear: Part 1 – Prologue
It all happened so suddenly, the virus. It quickly spread across the world, eliminating the earth's population. And it scared the shit out of [Name] to think about it. It had been about 2 days since the initial outbreak in Louisiana[1]. The [Nationality] girl never thought it would stretch from there all the way to Moscow, engulfing all of Europe, America and Canada, part of Africa, the Middle East, and Asia. The only parts not affected were Mexico, Central and South America, and most of Africa.
The phone on [Name]'s room rang, jolting her from her thoughts. She scrambled from her spot on the floor and answered it. "Hello!"
"[Name]! Bloody Hell[2]!" A gun shot rang."Thank God you're okay!" a familiar Brit yelled into the receiver. "Are you at home? I'm picking you up!"
"You didn't even hear my answer! And I'm not going outside. I don't want," the girl gulped, "Game over." [Name] heard Arthur sigh.
"There is no 'game over' for you you've played all those shooter games with Alfred! You know how to survive this!" Arthur yelled once again.
[Name] rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine! Just let me grab my father's gun. We'll need it."
"Okay!" With that, [Name] hung up the phone to gather the necessities for the adventure up ahead. She put her shoes on and ran to her dad's office. She always called her father a Redneck, so he came in handy. [Name] opened the closet in the office to find it piled high with guns and ammo.
"God bless Rednecks[3]!" the (h/c) girl cheered, as much weaponry as she could.
Taking one last look around, she left her house. Less than a minute later, a venomous groan burst from behind her. [Name] whipped her head around to see the bloody and decayed face of her best friend.
"Oh shit!" She yelled shooting her friend in the face. Once the disgusting creature fell to the ground, [Name] shot it again. Then Arthur pulled up.
"What the bloody hell was that, [Name]!" he yelled rolling down the window.
"A double tap[4]," The girl replied running towards the car.
To be continued maybe.
[1] The idea of zombies came from Louisiana. There are a lot of floods there, and about a hundred years ago, they only buried the dead 2-3 feet under the ground. The dirt would wash away and people would look out their windows and see a dead body floating down the street. Or when the flood passed, people would open their front doors to find a dead body lying there.
[2] The phrase "bloody hell" is italicized because she was screaming at an on-coming zombie. That's why a gun shot fired.
[3] Rule number 23 to surviving Zombieland: "God Bless Rednecks"
[4] Rule number 4 to surviving Zombieland: "Double Tap"