A/N: I'm doing it! I'm writing my first Lollipop Chainsaw fic. And whoa lookie here its Lewis Legend/Zed. First chapter is short because its like a intro to the real deal.
Warnings: Male x male, mentions of gore and other zombie-like things.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned.
Where it all started, one self proclaimed Punk Rock Zombie couldn't tell you.
Zed, as known by his comrades and undead alike, hardly remembered how it was to be alive. Not alive as he sometimes felt when he was jamming on stage with a crowd of undead cheering him on or slaughtering the living, but having a beating heart inside of a warm-skinned body.
Most everything past his life of being selected as a Dark Purveyor had been blurred. He did remember wandering around rotten world, which was basically the exact replica of the living world, only more apocalypse-esque. And hordes upon hordes of undead wandering around. Now and then small little portals would connect the two realms and unfortunate living beings would find themselves thrust into rotten world.
He remembered being angry. A lot. After all, rotten world was a big place, and there weren't many zombies with a solid personality and unique skills like he had. Not like Vikke, Jonesy, Mariska, and him.
Lewis Legend.
The man that started it all. The man that had slammed his large machine gun custom guitar into the back of his head to snap him out of one of his murdering fits inflicted upon his fellow zombies. Could you blame him? Being alone….eventually becomes a very sad thing. Something Zed felt he alone suffered from, unaware that it was something all the Dark Purveyors shared. However he was unaware of their familiarity with the subject, so he chose to bottle it up and keep it hidden. Anyway, the "Rock n Roller" Zombie,as he was dubbed, had been the first to find him.
Needless to say that had been a turning point in Zed's life. Although at first, he might have been a little difficult. As in telling the other man to "Piss off" and go back to wherever it was he came from "Or elsae.". Lewis had only shrugged at his threat and continued to explain how Zed had been chosen to become a Dark Purveyor (Not that he knew what the fuck that was at the time.) and join four others. Zed had refused, and attacked. Which ended pretty badly for him.
All his letters were gunned to shreds by Lewis, and a solid whack to the front of his skull had knocked him out long enough for the man to hoist him over his shoulder like he was nothing and sling him over the back of his motorcycle. Zed never forgot their conversation.
"Why?…" He rasped, pale blue eyes fluttering open and close, trying to stay concious.
"Cause' your Special" Came the gruff reply "In more ways then one, Zed."