A/N: Don't own Dawn of the Dead, wish I did. This is my own interpretation though. Hope you like. I am sorry if there is any misspelled words there shouldn't be many though. Have fun reading…

Early morning, and waking up seems to always be the hardest for me to do. Today was definitely different. I sat straight up in bed, no light coming from the clock this morning. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones, or was it the hot breath breathing on my neck.
"SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK?" I screamed as I jumped up into a standing position on my bed ready to swing at whatever was watching me.
"sorry" whispered a small voice from the corner of my room.
I flipped on the light, to see my little brother huddled up in the fetal position on the floor.
"God, Daniel you scared me. Come here." I opened up my arms to comfort him.
"Something's bad." Danny said to me in my ear.
"What are you…" I was cut off by the sudden scream of what sounded to be like my mother. I stood up so quick my head started spinning. I told Danny to stay where he was and to lock the door behind me. I reached for the light switch in the hall…nothing.
"Shit, powers out." So I placed my hand upon the wall to guide me to the stairs. I heard my mother screams again, the rifle clicking, then it fired.
"MOOOMMMMM" I screamed as I started to run down the stairs, only to trip on Danny's toy truck and I land at the bottom.
I woke up on the couch with a cold wet thing on the top of my skull.
"Hun, we have to get out of here" My mother stated firmly.
"What is going on?" My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light. Mother was crouched next to me covered in what appeared to be brain particles and blood.

The sun was starting to come up and it shone through the curtains in the living room. I could see just what type of a mess the house really was in. A sharp pain shot through my stomach. I had to piss. Standing up and limping to the bathroom, I walked past my dead stepfather. It really didn't surprise me that my mother finally got up enough courage to kill the bastard. I pushed open the bathroom door. Peed and looked into the mirror. Brushed my teeth and hair. I looked like shit. I knew people were going to wonder why.
I was a senior, captain of the cheer squad and Vice President of Student Council. I would have won the Presidency if it weren't for that slut Amanda. Who practically slept with everyone just to get their vote. God I had to stop thinking about that, I thought. I need to focus on how were going to get that dead body out of the kitchen.
"Sammie you need to hurry up NOW." Screamed my mother. Mother was a tall beautiful Texan. She was the stereotypical Texan. Blonde hair, jacked up for Jesus, cowboy boots and wranglers, the works. She had gone to the same High School I go to. My principal was her principal, even my Sociology teacher had my mother years back.
"COME ON!" Cried Danny as he stood in the door way. "The scary people are coming." I thought he was talking about the old people from our church. I was wrong.
"SAMANTHA KAYSEN MCWINLEY LETS GO." Mom screamed in my ear as she was dragging me to the garage.
"But don't we have to pick that up?" referring to my now bloated looking dead stepfather, who's brains were splattered on the linoleum and refrigerator door. "MOM, wait…why does he look like that?" His hands looked like the veins were about to pop out, almost as if his blood was still flowing through them.

He started to squirm and roll around on the floor. He definitely wasn't dead. "Didn't you just shoot him in the head?" I stated as I turned to my mother.
"Yes Samantha, cant you fucking tell?" All I could really tell was that my mom was getting very agitated by not just me, but by the whole situation.
"Mommy is everything going to be okay?" Danny said as he tugged at my mothers shorts.
My stepfather stopped moving. Then laid there lifeless again. Thank god my mom said under her breath as she grabbed the keys. "Sam you drive, I don't think I can."

I had no clue where we were going to go, but I ran behind my mother with my brother on her hip. I went into the garage, got into the car and started it. Everyone was in the car and I pushed the button and the garage door started to roll upwards. Hands jabbed under as the door was being lifted. I let go of the brake and rolled out the garage. What the hell were those things? They ran towards my mothers car, slamming their fists into the window. They looked hungry. And not just hungry for McDonalds. Hungry for flesh. I realized what they were. I have seen enough zombie movies to know, "When there's no more room in hell…The dead will walk the earth." As my boyfriend always loved to say, to try and scare me. And now it was really happening.

I drove slowly at first, observing my new surroundings. I don't even think the goriest movie could show how bad my town looked. People running from their burning houses and burning family members chasing them. Wanting to turn them into what they had become. Not even being able to do anything more then crave for flesh and blood. And kill to get it.
Then I saw it. The only thing that brought up my spirits that day. Amanda being tackled to the ground by a zombie. Chunks of her flesh being ripped off by a seventy something year old women. Her eyes met with mine and I could feel her pain. I just laughed under my breath. All I could think of was how horrible it was that I was laughing at her death. But I knew she would come back as one of those things. I looked away as she was reaching out to something, or someone. I drove on.

"I'll be just fine, pretending I'm not. I'm far from lonely and its all that I got."
My phone was ringing. Danny was holding it in his lap. God I hope its Mitch, I thought.
"here you go" Danny said with a look in his eyes that would make you want to just break down and cry.
"Thanks darlin." I said as I looked at the screen. It wasn't Mitch. It was mine and Daniels real father.
"It's dad." Directing that statement to both mom and Danny. "Hello?"
"Sam? It's Dad."
"I know, the perks of a cell phone. Caller I.D."
"Well I can see in the mist of a crisis, you manage to keep your sense of humor. How are you guys?"
"Were fine, were driving right now. But I don't know how far we will be able to get on a fourth of a tank."
"I can also see your mom is still as forgetful as ever." Dad said, I could tell he was just making small talk.
"Dad, get to the point."
"Sorry, right now your Stepmother…"
I cut him off "Don't you mean Step-MONSTER?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind Dad, keep going. You were saying?"
"Well were at my work right now. I don't know how long it will keep these things out. There are to many windows."
"Well what do you want me to do? You are five hundred and sixty miles away?"
I heard windows breaking and people screaming.
"Dad?"
"I love you guys."
Those were the last words my father said to me before the line went silent, and the beeping started in my ear.

I dialed Mitch's cell number, no answer.
"FUCK" I screamed. My mother just looked at me, and never said a word.
We were running out of gas, quickly. My ass was not ready to be walking to a gas station. So I pulled into the nearest station I could find. The zombies just stood there. I hit them out of the way like bowling pins.
"Strike" Danny said from the backseat. I had to laugh at that. Because at three years old, he sure was smart. I sat in the drivers seat for a minute. Watching these dead people hit at my car, smearing blood all over the windows. I wondered how i would get this gas, without getting myself killed or bit.