Notes: Here is the start of an idea I had since watching the Dawn of the Dead remake on DVD the past week. While there are so many great fan fictions on her about things we didn't see while in the mall, or after it why not make a fic about the characters we didn't get to see from the beginning like Michael meeting Andre, Monica going to the church, etc. So in each chapter I want to add to their back-stories. Hope you enjoy and please tell me what you like, and what you didn't!
Michael had stayed in bed a little later that day. His job at Best Buys didn't really motivate him to get up and work. After an extra hour in his sleep time he got up, took a shower and dressed in his favorite white short-sleeved business shirt and brown paints.
Heading out of his small apartment he saw Mrs. Mera, a classy old woman who he had said hello to every day since moving into this apartment building five years ago. Her husband had died three years earlier and he tried to help her out whenever he could.
"Good morning Mrs. Mera," he said talking to the approaching woman. "How's the weather out there today?" he asked. For some reason she didn't answer him. She had a blank look on her face and just walked passed him, and into her residence. "Mrs. Mera?" the salesman asked but again no response. Puzzled, but not wanting to be late to work, Michael left.
What he saw outside was an amazement, yet a horror. Cars smashed, buildings in flames apparently on fire for some unknown reason, people running with fear on their faces. Were we hit with a terrorist attack while he was sleeping? But how could he have not woken up if that was so? Maybe Mrs. Mera had seen this and gone into shock, that poor woman, he thought.
The one thing he did know was he had to help. His chance came when a young woman in what looked to be sleepwear ran and tripped on the ground, her bare feet full of blood. "Ahhhh! Please help me!" she screamed thrashing her arms around on the group. Michael raced to her aid, trying to get her up on her feet again. "Its okay, I got you," he told her. "T-thank you! We have to go, their coming!" she said leaning on Michaels chest for support. "Who are?" he asked her. "These things...they," the girl stopped maybe because she didn't know herself or because she felt it wasn't important. "Please lets just go!"
"Hey wait" Michael told her pointing to a group of men running at a fast pace "Here comes more people! Hey over here!" he called out. The girl looked from the side of her face, half hidden under his arm still. "No!" she screamed out pushing away from his chest. "That's them!" she told him. Seeing a closer look these people they were full of blood and some even looked to be missing limbs! It had to be a bomb of some kind to do such mass destruction. The men got closer and the woman took his hand to start running the other way. For some reason he went along with her. He looked over his shoulder back at them. "We can't leave them to die!" he told the girl, who didn't care what he said.
They were being out run by the men behind. One, a white teen with blue hair and dressed in a full black outfit came to his side. Now Michael could see it all...the blood, the black teeth, and the eyes...they were white. The eyes of a corpse! The girl screamed and let go of Michael's hand as the thing started to pounce on him taking him down to the grass below. Trying to keep the teen boy at bay, he held him by the neck and tried to avoid his head that kept coming closer to his neck. But then the body went limp and fell atop him. His clean white shirt now sprayed with blood. He looked over to see a black man with a smoking handgun in hand and a crying woman who was pregnant. The man had to have shot the teen and he didn't even hear it...maybe he could have slept through an attack!
Getting up off the ground Michael was helped up by his female friend and looked at the shooter and the pregnant woman. "Thanks-I think" he said. The black man brought over the pregnant woman to in front of Michael "What do you mean you think?" he asked. "What's your name?"
"My name? My names Michael" he told the rather angry man. "Well MIKE you see these things aren't human! They cant be...I saw these things eating a woman on the corner of the street before! So shooting them isn't such a big deal for me." The man told him. Not sure what to make of him and the whole "eating" part of his story Michael looked over at the pregnant girl and asked. "So are you two alright...from whatever is going on?" The man shook his head and whipped a line of sweat from his baldhead. "Yeah, yeah for the most part. This is Luda," he said motioning to the pregnant woman clinging close to him. "And I'm Andre."