Title: Necrosis
Summary: Dawn of the DeadxHouse of the Dead crossover starting from the events at the end of House of the Dead. The government tried to cover up what happened on the Isla del Muerte, but they never thought that someone would bring the virus back with him, to save the one he loved.
Author: Tempest
Email: tempestfeb15th.net
Disclaimer: Don't own them; don't sue. I make no money off this. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: I loved Dawn of the Dead, but I really hated House of the Dead. Yes, I wonder why I'm writing fanfiction about HotD, too. I liked some of the characters from House of the Dead, and the ending could be a possible scenario of "how" the virus ended up infecting the United States. And for anyone who ever played the old school House of the Dead games knows who Rudy is. Rogan and G are also House of the Dead characters. :) Certain liberties were taken of course.

Prologue
Living Dead Girl

I. Infected

            "Is she all right?" They asked him. No, she wasn't all right. Any idiot could see that she wasn't all right. She was barely breathing, barely alive. She leaned into him, her eyes rolling around in her head. She was dead… or at least, almost dead.

            All his friends had died on that island, and now they wanted him to tell them that his ex-girlfriend, the girl he was still in love with, wasn't all right? He wasn't going to stand there and watch them execute her right before his eyes. He had fought too hard; they had fought too hard.

            "Is she all right?" the men in the black suits demand again, one fondled the grip of his gun just waiting for Rudy to say she wasn't.

             Rudy knew if he took her back to the mainland she could infect everyone, but that wasn't going to happen because he was going to find a cure for her. He was going to be a doctor, the great Dr. Rudolph Curien. He would make her all right once they got home, once he could examine her.

            "Yeah, she's all right…" He said with a glare. The men in the suits shrugged, asking no more questions. Rudy helped Alicia walk to the helicopter, the helicopter that would take them home to the mainland – away from the horror of that island.

            In the helicopter, Alicia slept, and Rudy worried. How could he do this? He knew what bringing just one infected person could mean. Was he willing to risk everything for her? He looked at Alicia's sleeping face. She looked peaceful. He stroked the side of her face. She was so cold. She was dying.

            There was an explosion, and he turned to see the island burning, the flames licking the sky. "And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him." Rudy whispered to himself.

II. Conspiracy

            G and Rogan stared at the burning island expressionless. This was nothing new. They dealt with the bizarre everyday. Some of the newer agents were still tossing up their lunch after looking at the carnage on the island, but G and Rogan didn't so much as even flinch.

            "How are we going to cover this one up?" Rogan said, not turning to look at his partner.

            "Simple," G said. "We blame the ravers. These raves are a parent's worst nightmare. Free drugs, free sex, no supervision. They trashed the island, left it in the burning mess you see here. We were too late to save them. There were no survivors."

            "What about Curien and the girl?" Rogan asked.

            "Their boat was destroyed in the storm. They never made it to the island. They were rescued by our operative team. We'll advise Curien and the girl that it's best if they stick with that story."

            "Do you think the public will buy it? Many kids died on this island. Some of their parents might not be satisfied with the same old explanation of their kids killing each other during drug-induced hysteria."

            "Someone supplied them bad drugs. It was just a bad trip. You know the public will believe anything. They still believe Oswald killed Kennedy." G said, a smirk starting to play on his face.

            "Point taken." Rogan paused. "Do you think this is really over? Do you think that everything that happened here is the end of it all?"

            "I sure as hell hope so, Rogan. If it's not, may God bless our damned souls."

III. Interrogation

            They were not taken straight home, as Rudy had thought. They were taken to some underground government facility to be questioned about what happened on that island – since they were the only two survivors from that massacre.

            He was just waiting for one of those suit-clad men to come into the room and drag Alicia away when they realized that he was the only survivor.

            "What happened on that island?"

            "I don't know. There was a rave; people started dying, our friends died." Rudy answered, running frustrated fingers through his dark hair.

            "What happened in that house?"

            "My friends died in that house, dammit!" Rudy slammed his fists on the table. Alicia, sleepy-eyed and incoherent, jumped at the intrusion of the noise.

            "Why doesn't she talk?"

            "She's tired." Rudy glanced over at Alicia, putting one arm around her protectively. "We just spent the last 24 hours on an island where the dead don't die. Do you think you'd be in the talking mood?"

            "Was she bitten, scratched, or attacked by one of those… things?"

            How professional. Even the interrogator was too chicken to call them what they were, the living dead.  "Look, mister, we just want to go home." Rudy said. He had lied to save Alicia one time; he didn't know if he could convincingly do it again.

            They had asked him the same questions repeatedly, but they'd never be able to fully understand what happened on the island. The house was gone, blown up. The island had been set afire by the government as a precaution. They couldn't have the dead making their way to the United States.

            The media was told that it was a rave gone wild. All forms of debauchery had taken place on that island. The government became involved when the college kids started rioting. The kids had guns; the kids burned shit down. The kids weren't all right. The government had to become involved.

            The talk about dead people walking and humans being attacked by "creatures" were rumors started by religious fanatics who believed the second coming was near. End statement.