Rise of the Living Dead Chapter 1
Day 0
3:51 PM
... *Beep*...*Beep*... *Beep*... "H.. Huh?, Where am I?" Jerome Thought to himself. Jerome looked around in the room
and had seen him on his couch in his house with flowers all around him. "What? what happened?" Jerome said to himself. *Groan*
"Huh? what is that? what th-" Jerome wondered being rudely interupted. "Hey, what are you doing finally up?" asked Quentin.
"Wha, What?" asked Jerome. "haven't you heard?" replied Quentin. "What's happening?" asked Jerome again.
"It's... It's the zombie apocalypse" replied Quentin with a serious grin face.
"What? How? When?" asked Jerome not knowing what to say next. "Yeah dude, me, my son, and a friend name Terrance
came here around 2 weeks ago, though you were dead, like look at yourself" replied Quentin. "Wha- What the hell?! Why am I
covered in blood and intestines? weird thing to say" said Jerome unwilling to look at himself again. "I dont know, maybe someone died
on you" replied Quentin. "Yeah, okay sure, anyways where are the supplies and everything?" asked Jerome. "Oh you want to know where
everything is, okay let me show you around here, we.. kinda moved some things... a lot of things" answered Quentin.
10 minutes later... "okay, so thats everything, now you haven't met the people here yet" said Quentin. "Oh ok, so are they maniacs,
or no? just wondering" asked Jerome. "No they're not, well Terrance is a little bit... out of control sometimes" answered Quentin.
"Oh oka- wait what?" replied Jerome. "Nothing, so if you just come into the living room here, there's my son, Micheal" said Quentin
quickly. "oh hello there, how old are you?" asked Jerome excitedly. "9, im a little young for this world" answered Micheal. "Oh yeah,
anyways could I just call you 'Mikey'?" asked Jerome. "Okay, but no other no other nicknames" replied Mikey. "Okay, and didn't you say there
was someone called 'Terrance'?" asked Jerome. "Oh yeah, he's just in the weapons room" answered Quentin in a cracky tone. "Okay" replied Jerome.
Jerome and Quentin walked into the weapons room, to see Terrance's hands covered in blood with a combat knife in his hand. "Oh hey, the dead guy's
finally awake, I'LL KILL HIM FOR YOU" Terrance said happily about to strike Jerome.
"TERRANCE NO" yelled Quentin violently. "Why not? he don't even know him" questioned Terrance. "Because it's the right thing to, he can be
some great use... and if we kill him we will have to do all that cleaning" Quentin answered confidently. "Well ok fine... but he can't use any of the
weapons, and he has to be out of here within 2 days" replied Terrance. "Wait what, THIS IS MY HOME, I SHOULD BE ABLE TO KICK YOU OUT WITHIN 2 MINUTES"
shouted Jerome. "Fair point, never mind" replied Terrance seeming unwilling to say that. "Okay, so everyone should be able to do what everyone else can do"
said Quentin. "So Mikey can shoot a walker like some badass?" questioned Terrance. "Well no, but whatever" replied Jerome. "So do you even know how to
shoot a gun?" asked Terrance. "Yeah, I am also a red belt in martial arts" answered Jerome feeling the weight of one of the shotguns. "Well good, because
there are 3 zombies in the living room" replied Terrance striking them with his combat knives.
"WAIT WHAT?!" shouted Jerome. "Questions later, JUST SHOOT" replied Quention looking out the weapons room window. "Shit, Shit Shit SHIT"
yelled Jerome. *PKOW* *PKOW* *PKOW* All 3 of the zombies in the living room were dead. "Okay good, see? you got this, now just go outside and
get the rest" said Terrance with a devilish smile. "What? how many?" asked Jerome. "About 11, NOW GO!" shouted Terrance pushing Jerome outside.
"O-Okay, i can do this, im about a few metres from death, im fine, just aim and shoot" whispered Jerome quietly to himself. *PKOW* *PKOW* *PKOW*...
*PKOW* *PKOW*... *PKOW* "Shit, 6 down, 5 more, but I need more ammo" Jerome said to himself while swiftly turning behind himself. There were
2 zombies right behind him. "OH SHIT" yelled Jerome being tackled down to the ground by one of the zombies. "HERE JEROME, HAVE THIS!" yelled Quentin
while passing a combat knife to him. *SHUNK* "Now i need to get the rest with this, well fuck" Jerome whispered to himself. *SHUNK*.. *SHUNK*...
*SHUNK*... *SHUNK*. "Okay, well now i just need to make sure no more come back" said Jerome.
1 Hour later in the living room... "I think we should move out and go to the local jail in the next town because we get so many horde attacks around here" said
Terrance with an angry expression. "I say we should stay because all of our supplies are here, and what could be in that prison?" replied Quentin. "Resources,
Protection, and more, what do you think we should do Jerome?" asked Terrance with a combat knife in his hand. "I think we should stay here for another few days,
and then move, do you guys even have a velicle?" asked Jerome. "... No" answered Quentin. "Well we could just steal one of your neighbors cars" suggested Terrance.
"Actually that's not a bad id- wait... WHERE'S MIKEY?!" yelled Jerome with a serious grinning face.
"OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT HIM" shouted back Quentin. "I really don't give 2 shits about the little fucker, he's just slowing us down" said Terrance. "He's my son
Terrance, what the fuck do you expect if he has gone missing in the zombie apocalypse?" asked Quentin with an annoyed face. "Kill him" answered Terrance.
"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, AND TERRANCE, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOME YOU PSYCOPATH" yelled Jerome. "Okay fine, but you will both regret it, you'll see"
answered Terrance as he walked out the door with a shotgun, a combat knife, and a bag of apples. "Now can we go find Mikey?" asked Jerome. "I forgot... again"
replied Quentin. "Let's go" replied Jerome as he entered the dining room.
"MIKEY!" yelled Jerome. "MIKEY! WHERE ARE YOU?" asked Quentin. "I'm going to search in the upstairs floor" said Quentin. "Okay" replied Jerome as Quentin
walked upstairs. "MIKEY!" yelled Quentin. "..D..ad?" asked Mikey. "MIKEY? WHERE ARE YOU?" asked Quentin. No Response. Jerome started running up the stairs because of the yell.
"MIKEY? ARE YOU OKAY?" Quentin asked again. No Response. Quentin went into the food room. "Mikey!" yelled Jerome. No Response. "Huh? what th-" Quentin said being interupted.
"QUENTIN? WHAT IS I-" asked Jerome being interupted as well. "Oh... My... God... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Quentin. Quentin and Jerome, were both... looking at...
Mikeys dead corpse being eaten up alive by a zombie.
AND CHAPTER 1 IS DONE! WILL BE PUBLISHED ON ANY BOOK PUBLISHING WEBSITE! thamks for reading/ watching the livestreams!
