WWE of the Dead (In no real way connected with Dawn of the Dead, or the spin off, Shawn of the Dead. I've seen and enjoyed Dawn of the Dead, and there isn't enough money in Bill Gate's bank account to pay my to see Shawn of the Dead.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to the WWE. I already know that I am a sick and twisted person.

(The RAW tour bus)

It was supposed to be a simple trip for RAW Superstars and Divas; Batista, The Hurricane, Triple H, Ric Flair, Rosey, Christy, Eugene, Chris Jericho, Chris Benoit, Edge, Eric Bischoff, Jerry Lawler, Jim Ross, Lita, Kane, Lilian Garcia, Mick Foley, Matt Hardy, Shawn Michaels, Randy Orton, Stacy Keibler, Triple H, Tajiri, William Regal, Viscera, Randy Orton, Victoria, Trish Stratus, Tyson Tomko, Christian, and Chris Masters. But then again, with Trish flirting with the bus driver, nothing was normal.

Trish giggled as she kissed the driver's neck and asked, "So, do you want to know?"

"If you're a real blonde? That's the dream of every guy that I know!" Trish began to do a strip tease right then and there. Lita, unable to sleep, walked to the front of the bus to ask the driver to turn down the radio. She hid and watched, as Trish was about to finish the strip tease when the driver glanced out of the window and saw something that clearly troubled him. "OH, HELL NO!" He yelled, jumping from the driver's seat, throwing open the door and jumping off the bus. That's right, the driver threw himself from a still moving bus! Lita dove for the steering wheel and tried to take control of the bus as it began to swerve like crazy. Trish landed on her butt and stayed on the floor, too frightened to say a word. Lita was unable to stop the bus in time and it drove off the freeway and crashed into a wall. Eric Bischoff came from the back and demanded, "What the HELL is going on up here?"

"Ask Trish! She was busy playing Stripper for the bus driver!" Lita yelled back. Trish grabbed her clothes and glared at Lita. Bischoff glared at her for a moment and then went to make sure that everyone was all right. The list of injuries was small. Triple H had a bruise on his arm (from the way he was yelling, you'd think he had broken his arm) Chris Jericho did have a broken arm. No one else was hurt. Bischoff tried his cell phone to call 911, but couldn't get a signal. "Damn! I guess we have to find some one to drive this thing to the hospital." Lita came to the back and told him that the idea wouldn't work. Glaring at her, he asked, "And why is that?"

"We've got three flat tires, the engine's shot and we're trapped in that wall that we hit. Other than those reasons, I'd say this bus is going nowhere." Bischoff moaned and then said, "Okay, we walk." It was a strange sight to see the 30 of them head in the same direction, but things would become even stranger.

Tajiri spotted a radio on the ground and grabbed it. He failed to notice the blood covered hand that was next to it. He hurried to catch up with William Regal, toying with the radio. Regal almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden burst of static next to him. He was about to tell Tajiri to turn it off when he heard, "I repeat, for anyone that can hear and understand this. You must find shelter as quickly as you can. The Army has no idea how far this has spread, but they promise to pick up those that are in need of help. For the moment, please find an enclosed area and go there." The radio then went dead. Regal hurried over to Bischoff and repeated what he had heard. As Bischoff tried to figure out what to do, Batista spotted a man heading toward them. There was something about the man that made him worried. The man stopped for a moment, and stared at them as if he had no idea what to do before he began running toward them. Batista grabbed a pipe that was on the ground and rushed over to the man. Ducking under the man's arms, Batista nailed the man in the back of his head. When the man hit the ground, Batista looked at the man and shrugged. Lita was watching them and as Batista started to walk away, she cried out a warning. Batista turned and saw the man get up and start running at him. Suddenly there was the sound of gunfire. The man jerked as the bullets ripped into him. A shot hit the man between the eyes, killing him. When he hit the ground, everyone turned to find a figure glaring at the group. The figure was covered from head to toe. It was hard to tell the age, race of sex. The teen motioned with the gun for them to follow. A block later, they were led into a mall. The figure ripped off the headgear and curly black hair fell free. The figure turned out to be a 14-year-old girl. "That was friggin' dumb of you. You can't fight a guy like that. You've got to nail them between the eyes."

"Who was that?" Edge was unsure if they should trust the girl. She had just committed murder.

"Look, that wasn't a 'who' any more. That was a 'what', and 'what that was you're not going to believe."

"Try us." Ric Flair demanded.

"An Undead." The girl motioned for them to be seated. "A few weeks ago, my dad came home, totally freaking out. He said that the government was putting up roadblocks and stuff, saying that people were sick. The whole town was blocked off. That was before people really started getting sick. At the hospital where my mom worked, you had Army jerks taking the babies and elderly out first. They said that everyone else could wait. That's when they started grabbin' kids out of school, day cares and pregnant women. Riots started when the first person died from the illness. But, before they could autopsy the body, from what I heard, the guy got up and killed the doctors. Everyone thought that he had been faking death and went nuts on the doctors. One hour after they were killed, those same doctors were up and about. After that, people started finding places to hide. My dad and I came here. No one else thought about it. He chased out the staff that was here and started locking up everything. He said that he didn't want to risk anyone that was sick being in here. A couple days later, he went and started stealing stuff. Guns, ammo, that kind of thing. He told me to keep an eye out for trouble and not to let anyone in. One day, he came back with some stuff and said that he couldn't be here any more. He then walked out with nothing more than one gun and shot himself."

"Do you expect us to buy that?" Bischoff demanded. The girl stood and led them over to a door. She pointed and they saw a group of men and women wandering around. They looked dead. Bischoff paled and asked, "How do we get out of town?"

"You can't. The military is certain that they…" She pointed at the people, "Starve to death, but they don't know how long it takes. That whole bit about them 'helping people' is a lie. I've tried calling and had them take out the phone lines. I mean, I heard them say that they were going to stop all calls and destroy all towers so that communication couldn't get in or out." She sighed and said to them, "Welcome to La ciudad de la Muerte."

"City of Death." Lita said grimly.

"Yeah." The girl led the way to the Food Court and said, "I've been keeping the place up as best as I can. I tossed out the old food. Those things are gross by the way. I threw out some meat that was about to go bad and they tore each other apart trying to eat it. Anyway, here's a map of the mall. You can turn whatever store you want into a place to stay. The food is for every one. Enjoy." She then walked away.

(Military outpost on the outskirts of town.)

The CO looked at Vince and Linda McMahon and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't allow anyone to go in. We should be able to perform a rescue in a month, but until then, there is nothing that can be done."

"Damn it, we're talking about human lives! The lives of 30 people!" Mr. McMahon yelled in anger.

"I'm aware of that. I'm talking about the lives of the rest of the country." The CO refused to back down.

Mrs. McMahon placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. She had a feeling that there was more to it than what they were being told. She asked, "What's going on in there?"

"Ma'am, I'm not certain you want to hear this." The CO looked nervous.

"Unless you want me to go on National TV and tell people that you won't rescue our staff, I suggest you tell me."

"Fine, we were working on a weapon that would save millions of lives at the same time, cut down on spending for the military. We were working on a Super Soldier. Imagine a soldier that can survive any injury, sickness and even death in order to finish his mission. That soldier could take out the enemy with no trouble at all."

"But something went wrong."

"The whole damn project went wrong. A Super Soldier entered this town and infected someone with a virus, and that person began to infect others. Soon, we couldn't tell the infected apart from those that weren't. We rescued those that we felt were at the greatest risk and we're keeping an eye out for the carrier of the virus."

"And just how are you doing that?"

"We're using tracking systems and watching for temperature spikes. If we see a spike, we know that an infected person is near one of our Stop Zones. The order is then given to…deal with the infected person."

"In other words, you kill that person."

"Ma'am, with all due respect, but we just put the poor son of a bitch out of their misery. The spike hits after they've died. We've seen a total of 170 spikes. The problem is that the Super Soldier has no idea what they're doing. They're no longer contagious, but now we have no idea where they are."

"Don't you know if this person is male or female?"

"I don't. That information is HIGHLY Classified. Not even the President knows. The scientist that created the Super Soldier is responsible for the escape. We're starting to think that he was planning on selling the Super Soldier back to us, or to the highest bidder. Either way, he ran here and we have no idea what's going on now."

"Please, tell me that you're going to help our people."

"If we could find them. It will take months to program the satellites to search for people that are not infected."

"Please try."

(The mall)

Triple H looked around the store and said, "This will do." It was a Men's Store that sold mainly suits and the like. Flair nodded and said, "You always pick the best, Champ." Triple H nodded. He refused to dress like the others and was impressed with his choice.

Christy started laughing with Victoria. They had picked Victoria's Secret as their new home and agreed to share it.

Once everyone was settled in, Bischoff asked the girl, "First off, what's your name, and second, are you going to be rescuing others?"

"Well, to answer your first question, the name's Kay. And to answer the second, I don't think that there's any one out there. I mean, if they come here, I'll let them in, but other than that, no." She then walked away. Bischoff stared after her before walking away.

Batista followed Kay and then asked her, "Why rescue us?"

"Huh?"

"You just rescued 30 people that you could have let die."

"Hey, I've been alone here for a few weeks. Going from just me to having 30 people I've got to protect makes me feel better about this. I mean, I didn't have anyone to talk to, and now I have a sort of family." Batista looked around the mall. In his mind he could see the two-story building teaming with life. Men women and children without a care going from store to store or simply just walking for the fun of it. Slowly the crowds thinned to nothing. He nodded and said, "I see what you mean."

"Yeah." Kay looked around also and added; "I remember when my dad first brought me here. We had just moved into town when he stopped here and we went shopping. I guess he brought me back here not only because it was big enough, but because he wanted me to feel safe." Kay smiled and said, "I'm gonna grab some lunch." She then walked away.