Disclaimer:I don't own "Dawn of the Dead".If I did I wouldn't be writing this would I?
A.N.:This is my first story so please be semi-nice, I will acept flames tho.
A.A.N.:This story takes place in SouthSuffolk ,Virginia,so if you live there,you know what walmart I'm
talking about.
Prolouge:
"Have any of you seen the movie "Tremors"?"
Brook "Gent" Tornish looked around ,and, seeing no one even look up, look back down at the gun she was cleaning.
She tried again,"Because, if we had the underground bomb shelter that Burt had,we wouldn't have to hideout in a Walmart. And we would have
plently of food and guns to take out the zombies and--"
"Don't call them that!" Someone cried out.
Gent looked up and saw that the person was a girl a little younger then her, so about 13. She was wearing an oversized
football jersey,Redskins ofcourse,with a pair of jeans that still had the tag on them,Gent could see they were designer brand.
"Why not?"She asked back,glad for something to aurgue about," Isn't that usually what you call the reanimated dead when they what to eat your brains?"
"They're not-"
"What? Dead? Let me tell ya,they most certinly are."
"Gent! Alison! Shut-up!."
They shut-up at once and looked up sheepishly,upon seeing who it was,Gent cried "Gazzy!" and rushed to the person who just scolded her.The rest of the group also stood up upoon seeing their leader.
"How bad is it?"One child asked,as they were all child at least in their early teens,tho one was at least 15.
The one Gent called Gazzy just shook her head and motioned to the 15 year old and Gent to follow her.They did and the trio went in to the empty managers office.
"Its a blood-bath out there" Zaren "Gazzette" Bourgishen reported,"Good thing the barricades are holding,or we wouldn't be so lucky"
She saw that Michelle had turned pale,but she continued, "I couldn't find anything worth saving."
Gent opened her mouth to ask something but Michelle beat her to it,"Any survivors?"
"None, anything new on the CB?"
Both girls shook their heads, indicating nothing new.
Gazzette sighed, then asked, "How's the power holding up Ana?"
"Still on ani't it?" Ana, the 15 year old, answered.
"yeah." Gazzette sighed, shook her head, and walked out of the room. Ana and Gent looked at each other and followed their leader.
A/N Lard if that wasn't short! Well, next chapter will go into what lead upto this and definately be longer. Please R&R.
