ATTENTION I'VE LOST MY INTERNET I'M AT MY MOM'S HOUSE, SO I CAN'T UPDATE ANYTIME SOON. I WILL BE UPDATING AS SOON AS I CAN. I DO PLAN ON FINISHING THIS AS SOON AS I CAN I'M REALY REALLY SORRY!
This is the first fan fiction I'm posting on here, so I'm still trying to figure this whole thing out. Hope it doesn't suck too much. I just put it together quickly and wrote what came to my head, so I'm sorry if you hate it. It's a dawn of the dead obviously, and I swear they will run into the others just not yet. I know the title sucks, if anyone has a better idea PLEASE feel free to let me know! (My boyfriend already pointed out that the title was queer. . )
I haven't seen the movie in forever so if I don't remember every explicit detail don't chew my head off for it. It's a fan fiction, if I wanted it to take place in france for all I care I totally can. So if you don't like it too bad you don't need to read it. It is a FAN FICTION after all. NOW I don't mind critisism as long as it is CONSTRUCTIVE! People coming in rattling off "You suck at writing, you're horrid, etc." Screw off. You're waisting your time. Hope you enjoy.
Oh yeah before I forget. I DO NOT own Dawn of the dead or any of it's characters etc. I do however, own Decki, Riley, Brie, Matty, Josh, and anyone else I so choose to throw in the mix.
Opening her eyes Riley looked around the small unpacked bedroom and sighed. She had awoken to the sweet sound of silence. Stretching her long thin body out, she got up, shivering when her feet touched the cold wooden floor. She walked into the kitchen smoothing down her shoulder length auburn hair. Grabbing an apple she leaned against the window frame and stared out at the cattle mindlessly grazing in the fields. She walked into the living room and sat down reaching for the remote. Suddenly she heard a frantic knocking on her front door.
"I'm coming; I'm coming geeze chill out will ya!" She shouted with a hint of irritation in her voice. She opened her door and in rushed a very distressed Decadence. Her long black braids whipping behind her.
"Oh my god!" she shouted over and over again as she paced around the room gripping her thick black hair.
"Decadence what's wrong?" Riley asked as she shut the door and leaned against in still in a pair of boxers and a tank top. Decki's dark brown eyes looked panicked and worried.
"Where the hell have you been? Under a fucking Rock!" she shouted.
"Hey! Calm down Decki what's going on?" she asked, a bit of annoyance sounding in her voice, as she threw the apple core away.
"Have you seen the news? The entire US is being put under some emergency situation bullshit and people are being evacuated!" she yelled.
"What?" Riley asked in utter confusion. she scratched her head in annoyance. Her best friends attitude was beginning to annoy her. She was too tired for Decki's energy right now.
"Damn it turn on your TV!" she yelled as she quickly rushed into the living room, rubbing her hands along the dark skin of her arms for comfort.
Riley turned on her TV and sat on the floor in front of it watching a dark haired man talking solemnly.
'All emergency evacuations…have been called off. The latest attempts at evacuation only resulted in the things attacking and killing everyone.' The man said slowly with a quivering voice.
'It appears that…God I can't believe I'm saying this, The dead has risen. They're attacking people regardless of age, ethnicity, or sex. I urge you to stock up while you still can. Board up your houses and lock down. Do not and I repeat do not go outside for any reasons. Do not try to find family or friends. The only way to kill these …these things is by decapitation or shooting them in the head. When you've done this burn the bodies or run. The following video was shot in Los Angeles .' The man said as the screen was taken over by a video shot of a massive riot on the city of Los Angeles . People ran screaming as the zombies ran after them attacking and moaning. Soldiers stood by shooting zombies and rushing the living towards a blockade set up. Cars were set ablaze and gunshots ran out mercilessly. One of the soldiers walked up to the cameraman and started talking.
'These things can't seem to talk. They do how ever seem to have the same motor functions as the living more or less. They seem to have no comprehension of speech or pain. They keep biting people and it seems that's how they are turning them. You are either bitten or eaten. If you are bitten the infection won't take longer than 3 minutes to take over. If anyone near you has been bitten I suggest you get away from them or kill them quickly. This is not a joke. These things are extremely dangerous and very fast." The man stopped for a moment when a man was attacked by a zombie the horrified mans screams filling the air. The soldier shot the zombie then walked straight up to the bleeding man who was thanking the soldier profusely. The soldier took his gun and aimed it right at the mans head making him shut up instantly.
'No please!' he pleaded. The soldier said a quick 'I'm sorry' and shot him twice in the head, with a sudden jerk the mans body went limp. He walked back over to the cameraman his clothing now splattered in blood.
'As I said, this is not a joke. It's spreading and spreading fast. A mere bite can turn someone. Now I'm asking you to turn off that camera and to get inside.' The soldier said. Then the TV returned to the man from before he had tears in his eyes.
'Most of the station has decided to go home to find loved ones. A few of us have decided to remain here in an effort to help anyone we can. We'll keep updating the news all day as new information comes. Good luck to you all. May god be with you.' Riley sat back in utter shock. Decki shut off the TV and looked at Riley.
"I've gotta find my family. And we need to find the boys." Decki said softly. Riley and Decki sat there in a state of shock for a few minutes.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Sorry I know it's kind of lame. I just had the random urge to write a fanfic of this one day so I did. I hope it doesn't suck too badly. They'll meet up with the others soon enough don't worry.