Chapter 1: Pre-Zombie Francis
*Prior to the infection… with Francis at a bar. 12:01 AM*
Francis downed another glass of whatever alcohol the strange Mexican had mixed up for him with a stupid grin. Sadly, for Francis anyways, the bartender only spoke Spanish…
"Can't you speak anything other than Freakin' Mexican?" he grumbled to the man.
"No Elgess, No Engless," the bartender said with a grin that caused Francis' eye to twitch. He lowered his gaze back down to his empty glass. The only reason Francis had found to come to this particular bar was he had planned to meet his online date for the first time. He scanned the room once more before getting up to go. Leaving a 30 cent tip for the bartender, who protested as he cried out "familia! Familia!" Francis slapped down an extra dime and walked out of the bar and onto the streets, " I hate foreigners, and I hate that damn Mexican language."
Insert lyrics to Francis's theme song here. Check next chapter for the lyrics to song.
*** At Francis' home***
Francis entered his little trailer home around 1:00 AM. He sat down in the cheap wooden chair in front of his computer and wiggled the mouse violently to wake up his computer. The light on the screen faded in slowly and settled in as a greenish tint from years of age and abuse. An instant message sat patiently on his desktop from his date.
Francis rolled his eyes his computer hadn't loaded the message. Only the time it was sent (10:47PM). "Well Hell!" he thought to himself. "Damn cheap computer" He turned off and unplugged the computer and replacing the plug with the one for the tv. Francis grabbed a Red Bull and launched himself onto the couch and pulled out the remote…