AUTHOR'S NOTES: A short one this time around, for one of my favorite zombie flicks. Choose your flavor–New or Romero; the effect is the same. No Bruce Campbell...this time...
Those of you who are looking for continuity to this fic, don't. Each chapter stands on its own.
DAWN OF THE DEAD
"What are they?" Michael asked as the group of survivors looked out over the parking lot. They were on the roof of a mall. The day before, they had been everyday people–doctors, police officers, mall security. Now they were just desperate people adrift on a sea of the undead: rotting, animated corpses driven by the urge to feed, and there were hundreds of them milling around the mall, searching for a way in.
And more were coming, streaming out of the woods.
"I don't know," Ana replied, shaking her head. "Why are they coming here?"
"Memory maybe," Kenneth the policeman answered. "Instinct." He turned to her. "Maybe they're coming for us."
"Excuse me!"
The voice came from the crowd of zombies beneath them. In shock, the survivors went to the side of the mall. Standing incongrous among the living dead, who studiously ignored her, was a woman dressed in a white kimono with red stripes across it, with fans in her hands and feathers in her hair. She looked normal–except for the two bright red eyes that stared up at them. "Get out of there!" Kenneth shouted.
The woman seemed to ignore his question. "Excuse me," she said in heavily accented English. "Is this Tokyo? Can you direct us to the Higurashi Shrine?"
"What!" Ana exclaimed. "Tokyo? Higurashi Shrine? Us?"
"Of course. I and my–" the woman gave an ironic bow with her fans, "–dancing dead."
"You're nowhere near Japan!" Michael yelled back. "This is Wisconsin–Milwaukee, Wisconsin!"
"Wisconsin?" the woman said in disbelief. "Where the hell is Wisconsin?" She scowled. "That fool Naraku! His dimension door spell put me in the wrong place!"
Ana was already almost giddy with disbelief; the sight of this woman was only one more shocker in a long day. "Are you saying you're responsible for this?"
The woman smiled evilly in response. She plucked a feather from her hair and was soon rising into the sky. "Enjoy yourselves!" she yelled down, and the tiny band of survivors would never know if she was talking to them or to the zombies.
Floating on the winds, Kagura looked down at the hordes of zombies and utter destruction. "Hmm," she mused to herself, "perhaps I did get carried away a little."