Disclaimer: First I would like to say that I don't own Dawn of the Dead,
obviously, and the characters are themselves too. I began this story
almost in the middle of it, or after all is said and done I guess you could
say. It takes place just after school, Shantea is Jimmie's twin sister,
the five kids are running for safety in a hallway at their school, but
things don't quite work out. The er- Zombies, catch up to Shantea.
"Shantea! Shantea, NO!" Jimmie screamed. He stopped and ran toward her direction.
"No Dimmie!" Tiffany yelled, she wanted to run after him but Matt's grip around her arm was firm.
"No! Do you want to die too?" She cried harder than she was.
"NO!" she screamed.
Shantea ducked as a black zombie charged after her, he fell over her curled body, and she was back up in a flash. She crammed her crowbar into an old woman's face. The zombies were charging her ten at a time.
"No! Get away from her!" Jimmie tried to get to her, but the zombies were around her like soil to roots. Strong arms suddenly pulled Jimmie back... Chris' arms, his long blonde hair was flowing in his face.
He began pulling Jimmie back toward the hallway, "NO!" Jimmie cried, "NO!" He then turned and ran toward the hallway of the school.
The door slammed suddenly as Chris pushed a medal chair through the door handles, locking it. Jimmie leaned against the wall crying hysterically. Just then, at the other end of the hallway, two zombies walked in.
"Shit!" Matt said, and grabbed Jimmie by the arm, and the four turned left down another dark hall. They soon found themselves in a janitor's closet. "Supplies!" Matt yelled in whisper. The four were each handed a flashlight each, and a small pretty much worthless weapon, and what ever else that they thought might come in handy. Suddenly a knock came at the door.
"Anybody in there... that's alive?" A man's voice called.
"Who's there?" Matt said.
"I'm deputy Charles Stone of Meadow Creek's Police Department, I'm Security here at the high school, if you don't want to die, I suggest you come with me,"
"How do we know that your not one of them?" Jimmie asked walking a little closer to the door.
"Have you heard one of those damn things talk?" He said again.
Matt shrugged, and unlocked the door. A tall burly man stood in the doorway his gun was pointed strait at Matt. The four put their hands in the air.
"Any of you been bitten, or scratched by one of those bastards?" he looked at all of the bloodstains on all of them.
"No," Tiffany looked desperate.
"Come on," They all cautiously followed him down the dark hall. He stopped at a medal door, and looked around as he unlocked it with a set of keys latched to his belt. They walked in to see tons of guns lined up on the deputy's desk. He handed two to each of them.
"What do you want us to do with these?" Tiffany asked in her low nasal-ish speech impediment voice.
"You use them," He said plainly.
"Shoot them?" Jimmie asked.
"Yeah, in the head... they seem to die when you shoot them in the head."
"I can't," Tiffany put the gun back down and started crying again.
"Tiffany? Look at me," Matt said.
"I just wanna go home," She looked sadly pathetic.
Jimmie cocked one of his guns. Tiffany looked at him, then back at Matt.
"Your home is gone, your sister is gone, your family is gone... dead," tears were welling up in his eyes, "Do-you-want-to-die?!" He asked her firmly.
She started crying harder. "Do You!?"
He handed her the gun, "You know what you have to do, you know."
She took it, wiped her tears into her sleeve, and cocked her gun, "Okay."
"Shantea! Shantea, NO!" Jimmie screamed. He stopped and ran toward her direction.
"No Dimmie!" Tiffany yelled, she wanted to run after him but Matt's grip around her arm was firm.
"No! Do you want to die too?" She cried harder than she was.
"NO!" she screamed.
Shantea ducked as a black zombie charged after her, he fell over her curled body, and she was back up in a flash. She crammed her crowbar into an old woman's face. The zombies were charging her ten at a time.
"No! Get away from her!" Jimmie tried to get to her, but the zombies were around her like soil to roots. Strong arms suddenly pulled Jimmie back... Chris' arms, his long blonde hair was flowing in his face.
He began pulling Jimmie back toward the hallway, "NO!" Jimmie cried, "NO!" He then turned and ran toward the hallway of the school.
The door slammed suddenly as Chris pushed a medal chair through the door handles, locking it. Jimmie leaned against the wall crying hysterically. Just then, at the other end of the hallway, two zombies walked in.
"Shit!" Matt said, and grabbed Jimmie by the arm, and the four turned left down another dark hall. They soon found themselves in a janitor's closet. "Supplies!" Matt yelled in whisper. The four were each handed a flashlight each, and a small pretty much worthless weapon, and what ever else that they thought might come in handy. Suddenly a knock came at the door.
"Anybody in there... that's alive?" A man's voice called.
"Who's there?" Matt said.
"I'm deputy Charles Stone of Meadow Creek's Police Department, I'm Security here at the high school, if you don't want to die, I suggest you come with me,"
"How do we know that your not one of them?" Jimmie asked walking a little closer to the door.
"Have you heard one of those damn things talk?" He said again.
Matt shrugged, and unlocked the door. A tall burly man stood in the doorway his gun was pointed strait at Matt. The four put their hands in the air.
"Any of you been bitten, or scratched by one of those bastards?" he looked at all of the bloodstains on all of them.
"No," Tiffany looked desperate.
"Come on," They all cautiously followed him down the dark hall. He stopped at a medal door, and looked around as he unlocked it with a set of keys latched to his belt. They walked in to see tons of guns lined up on the deputy's desk. He handed two to each of them.
"What do you want us to do with these?" Tiffany asked in her low nasal-ish speech impediment voice.
"You use them," He said plainly.
"Shoot them?" Jimmie asked.
"Yeah, in the head... they seem to die when you shoot them in the head."
"I can't," Tiffany put the gun back down and started crying again.
"Tiffany? Look at me," Matt said.
"I just wanna go home," She looked sadly pathetic.
Jimmie cocked one of his guns. Tiffany looked at him, then back at Matt.
"Your home is gone, your sister is gone, your family is gone... dead," tears were welling up in his eyes, "Do-you-want-to-die?!" He asked her firmly.
She started crying harder. "Do You!?"
He handed her the gun, "You know what you have to do, you know."
She took it, wiped her tears into her sleeve, and cocked her gun, "Okay."