This is basically a fan fic dealing with what would happen if my best friend, Brian, and I were stuck in a zombie apocalypse. We know a lot about zombies (having seen all of the movies), and we talk about this sort of thing all the time. I decided to go with Dead Rising cause it has good old-fashioned zombies, and I think it's an easier setting to write in then say...Land of the dead. The mall isn't in the first chapter, but it will be in upcoming chapters. Enjoy, and please review.
--It was a warm summer day in the town of Willamette, the kind of day where children run around and play while parents drink beer and fire up the barbecue. The kind of day where dogs and their owners invade the streets while teenagers nearly knock them over with their skateboards. Two such teenagers were Nick and Brian, who had just returned from a video game store, carrying a plastic bag. "Hurry up Brian, I really want to play this"
"Can you slow down a bit? It's not that far off." Brian was a bit overweight, nothing extreme, just a little bit..."chubby", as some people at their school called him. He was tall and pale. He had short black hair and braces, and was never too lucky with girls. Nick was more fit, with an average build, a bit muscular, but not a jock. He was tanned and tall. He had long, messy brown hair that covered his ears but didn't go too much past his chin. He had intense grey-green eyes and a bit of stubble on his chin. They had both graduated from high school that year, and decided to celebrate by playing video games all summer. They arrived at a medium-sized, average-looking house and left their skateboards in the driveway. Nick took out his key and unlocked the side door; nobody really used the front door. An alarm beeped and Nick walked up to a small console in the wall, pushed in a code and the alarm stopped. Brian closed the door and said: "So where did you say your parents where again?" Nick walked up to the living room and dropped the bag onto a coffee table.
"They're at my sister's riding meet out of town. They took Tristan with them too." Tristan was Nick's little brother, a 9 year-old, hyperactive bundle of joy. Brian crashed on the sofa and said:
"Then we have the good TV to ourselves." Nick's parents would kill him if they knew he had wired up his Xbox 360 to the plasma TV. He took the video game out of the plastic bag and popped it into the disc tray. He sat next to Brian and picked up a controller. The words "Army of Two" appeared on screen.
A few hours later, Nick and Brian were still sitting in the living room and still playing the game. Empty soda cans and chip bags littered the table in front of them. Both boys were focused on the game, their fingers frantically running over the controller. Then, a lazy knock came from the front door. At first, they both ignored it, but the knock came again. Nick sighed and put the controller on the table. "Go on without me, I'll catch up." Brian chuckled and kept playing. Nick walked up to the door and unlocked it. He opened the door saying: "What is it?" Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man in a navy blue suit. The man was rotting in a couple of places and blood surrounded his mouth. He shambled towards Nick. "Holy shit!" He yelled as he scrambled back towards the living room. Nick instantly recognised the creature, being a huge fan of every movie that finishes with "Of the dead". Brian stood up, controller still in his hand, and said: "What's wrong?"
Nick yelled: "There's a zombie at the door!" Brian froze and turned to the front door. Sure enough, the zombie was still there, limping towards them. Nick started to head down the stairs and shouted to Brian: "I'll be right back, keep him busy!" Brian looked around, looking for a sort of weapon. He glanced at the controller in his hand. "Sorry." He mumbled as he threw it at the zombie, hitting him in the chest. He moved back a bit, a bit stunned, but not seriously harmed.
Nick ran through the basement. He opened a door, which lead to a small storage room and peered inside. There were multiple bottles of alcohol, a freezer, and sports equipment. Rummaging through the pile, he found two baseball bats, which seemed oddly convenient. Grabbing them, he hurried back upstairs to help his friend.
As Nick arrived in the living room, Brian was up against the wall, throwing random objects at the zombie. The corpse was advancing, and he was close to Brian. Nick shouted to his friend: "Catch!" as he tossed one of the bats to him and he charged the zombie. Nick, remembering the key words: "Removing the head or destroying the brain." swung at the corpse's head. Blood came gushing out as the zombie fell, staining Nick's green T-shirt and white shorts. Brian stared at the corpse and said: "I'm going to shut the door." Nick nodded as he dragged the body to the back door and dumped it outside. As Brian came back, he looked around the living room, where a big window covered most of the wall facing the street. "We need to do something about that window." He said when Nick was done with the body. He nodded, and started moving one of the sofas towards the window. Brian helped him push the three-seater, and,
before long, the window was covered. "That's not going to be enough." said Nick, hands on his hips. Brian pointed to a smaller couch and said "Help me put it on top of the other one." Then, a makeshift barricade was made. Nick sat on the floor, turning the bat over in his hands and said: "I'm hungry, want something to eat?" Brian sat as well: "Sure". Nick walked to the kitchen and peered into the cupboard. He withdrew two boxes of Kraft Dinner and started boiling some water. After the KD was finished, he brought two bowls to the living room and handed one to Brian. They sat in the living room, eating, when Brian said: "Good thing these aren't Dawn of the dead zombies." Nick laughed and said: "Yeah, good thing."