Disclaimer: I still don't own Dawn of the Dead.

Chapter Two: They're Heeerrreee!

The next morning, something was wrong, for two reasons. First, Gents parents still hadn't come home from the party they had gone to the night before (They were very trusting in their teenage daughter) and second, Gazzettes parents were late in picking her up. The first thing wasn't so strange, the girls figured that her parents had gotten to much to drink and were staying in a hotel but the second had Gazzette in a huff. Her parents were never late. In any case, they were normally 10-15 minutes early. The girls were taking this matter well tho and were watching the news (a daily ritual in Gazzettes house, it had rubbed off on Gent). That's were they got the first inkling that something might be wrong.

The headline was "Chaos in D.C." and the newscaster had announced that the virus had been proven to cause headaches, temporary insanity and ultimately death and that the virus, named Solanum they learned, was transmitted through bites or any contact with bodily fluids from the sick through open wounds.

"The infected appear to be slow and shambolic--" Gent turned the TV. off, cutting off the rest of the sentence.

"Hey!"Gazzette protested," I was watching that!" But Gent wasn't listening.

"Shhhh!", She hissed and Gazzette got quiet.

"What? Why, what's wrong?"

"Don't you hear that?"

Gazzette listened closely, upon hearing nothing tho, she turned to her friend but she had gone to the window.

"Gent?", Gazzette went to the window as well," Whoa."

The entire street was filled with people. They were just standing there.

"Why are they covered in ketchup?"

"I don't think that's ketchup, Gazzette."

"What do you...?" One of the people turned and she saw why Gent said it wasn't ketchup.

The person a huge chunk of flesh missing from his neck.