Apocalypse: Dawn of the Dead
Alright, so because I'm revamping this story to maximum awesomeness, I thought I should include a new author's note. I'll be editing these at some point, but here's what you need to know.
This story began as a collaboration between me and my best friends, all huddled around a computer during band camp. Each of us, me and my friends, are put directly into this story with nothing changed. Names, personality, everything.
This story at first was something we just did because we were bored. When the Marching Season ended and I was left with the reins of the story, I took it in a new direction, building off of the foundations of what me and my friends have started. I decided sometime into the story…that I wanted something that could build off of such an interesting storyline and make it even better.
This story is intense, and takes place in an alternate world of Zombies. What would happen if several things in the Zombies timeline were changed, and explores the much needed backstory of Group 935. It will be dark, it will be graphic, and it will be hardcore.
But most of all…
This story will be special.
Now that we have that out of the way, I hope you enjoy my first major story on this site. It may start off a tad slow, but it picks up for sure.
Here it is.
Chapter 1: Apocalypse
"Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success"- Henry Ford
Location: Bradburn County Florida
Time: 10:00 P.M.
It was the night of the last football game of the season for the Bradburn High School Marching Panthers, and it was one no one would ever forget. It was the night where everything would change. Where innocence would be lost, and the nightmare would begin.
There was two minutes left in the 4th Quarter, and the score was 76-14, and it looked like the football team was losing yet again. The crowd was raving and cheering, or at least the Away team was. As for the Panthers, it was more of a "please let this end so we can go already" sort of attitude. The band watched on, eyeing the football team with distaste and silently thinking that the cheerleaders could probably play better than the football team was doing now.
One trumpet player in the Bradburn High School Marching Band, Nicholas, let out a sigh. He was a pale teenager of medium height of about 5 '10', with short blond hair and glasses that covered his green eyes.
"I think this settles it. Our football team will not, win this game. Just like last year…and the year before…and the year before." Nicholas said in an annoyed tone.
"Our team sucks" a baritone player named Liam said with a scowl. Liam stood a few inches taller than Nick, and had mess of black hair on his head and had a ton of freckles. He had a more muscular build than Nicholas, but was still fairly skinny.
"Not really, they're good. It's just that some teams get lucky, or are just better." Nicholas reasoned.
"I can see that." Liam said with a laugh.
Nicholas started laughing too and said "At least the band is good, that's all that really matters."
"So true." a trumpet player named Judith said walking up. Judith was shorter than Nicholas by a good few inches, with dark-skin and short dark hair. She grabbed Liam's hand and rested her head on his shoulders. Liam looked at his girlfriend with an affectionate smile.
The group watched as the other team got the ball. The player with the ball dashed through all of the Bradburn Football players and scored yet another touchdown with two seconds left, as though to prolong our agony. The band members all groaned as one, unaware of what horrors lay in wait for them.
"Ah…finally, after all zhis time…I can finally begin" a man spoke with a smile as he walked through his lab.
The man stood at the top of a flight of stairs, looking down at the complicated machines with a grin. Attached to the machines was a series of rocks that glowed red and blue, giving off a wicked aura.
Ununpentium…the scared element capable of raising the dead.
Five hundred corpses were on dissection tables, ready-made Zombies awaiting the element's powers. For over fifty years, he had lived in the shadows, gathering his resources and the keys to revenge. He had spent all this time, slowly gathering his strength and power. This would be necessary to enact his grand plan. A scheme of sorts that would change the world forever.
The world would bow at his feet as waves of the damned destroyed all who opposed him. He would create a new world with his powers, and God help those who stood in his way.
"It…is…TIME!" the man yelled triumphantly as he walked over to a panel and threw a switch, causing each of the containers holding the meteorite to shudder and vibrate as their energy began to resonate with the area around them.
A greenish energy filled the cavern, coming from the powerful rocks, and the man's laughs intensified. Each of the corpses on the tables began to shake and rattle. Then, with jolt, each slowly began to sit up. The man's blue eyes suddenly shone with an incredible light, the same color as the Zombies eyes, and as a green aura flickered into existence behind him, he began to laugh manically. The Zombies broke through the door to the underground compound, and made their way to the surface.
Bradburn Football field:
"Hey, do you guys feel that?" Nicholas said as the ground shook slightly.
"It was probably Chuck Norris breathing." A short brown-haired bowl-cut boy named Nick said enthusiastically. He had a wide grin on his face and a cheerful attitude that usually couldn't be stopped, even with a kick to the nuts.
"Really? Another Chuck Norris fact?" Liam said in an annoyed tone. Judith shook her head and another student walked up.
"Guys, there's something serious going on underground" Andrew said to his friends as he walked over to them. Andrew had very short, peach colored hair and stood at about Nicholas's height. He had a muscular sort of build, and could probably beat most of the band members in a fight if he wanted to.
"I wonder if it's an earthquake" Liam said as the ground shook some more.
There was a sudden tremor, the largest one yet, and the crowd screamed. There was a low, moaning sound that could be heard in the distance. The coaches were looking at the disturbance while the teams continued to play.
"Guys…you might want to get a look at this" Nicholas said softly as he raised a pointed finger off in the distance.
The Zombies were wearing various forms of clothing, from ragged clothing to sophisticated tuxedos. All were covered in blood, meaning they had already met their first victims.
And then it hit them.
"Zombies! Get the hell out of here!" Nicholas said grabbing his brass trumpet and running towards the buses, followed by Judith, Andrew, Liam, and Nick.
The rest of the band stood there, looking at them like they were crazy.
"Zombies? What are you guys, high?" a clarinet player smirked.
"It's some sort of prank, don't be stupid" another one laughed.
"Guys, they're not kidding!" A tuba player named Joe said beginning to run with the others, followed by a trombone player named John.
Joe was tall and had brown hair, and had a good natured face and the eyes of someone with a mind of someone you could trust. John was about medium height and had light brown hair with a large nose and a rather pimply face. He was a rather smart teen, who always had some sort of plan for everything.
The group ran as fast as they could, the chill of the night upon them. They could hear the Zombies moans from afar, and they could now hear the screams of the crowd. A green light filled the stadium, causing most of the people to go unconscious from the strange energy flowing through them. That left them to the mercy of the ravenous Zombies. Easy prey, and new Zombies. A few zombies were roaming the street, surrounding someone from the group that had run.
"Hey, where'd Nick go?" Nicholas asked panting as he ran, noticing the Chuck Norris obsessed teen had disappeared.
"He's a goner, just go!" Judith said as she looked behind her.
"YEAH!" came a yell from the horde surrounding the person. One after another, Zombies fell around the person.
"Dang, whoever's killing those Zombies must be a complete boss." Andrew said.
Suddenly a flash of brass came up from the horde as a baritone smashed into a Zombies skull, killing it. (Yes, I know Zombies are dead, so you can't KILL them, but for the sake of convenience, I'm saying kill. Deal with it.) Nick came out of the horde, a pile of Zombies lying dead next to him. He jumped up on the pile and yelled out triumphantly "WOLVERINE!"
"Come on Shorty!" Joe said grabbing Nick by the collar and making him run back towards the buses.
"Should we go back for the others?!" Joe said joining the group.
"No time! They're close behind." Nicholas said as they got to the buses, where they beheld a scene of horror.
A group of Zombies stood in the group's way, blocking their escape. Andrew pulled out a switchblade from his shoe and said "I knew there was a reason I brought this"
Andrew ran at the closest Zombie and stabbed it in the head and then yanked the knife free, sending up a spray of blood. He then kicked it in the chest, sending it falling onto the ground.
The other ran forward, using the very instruments they used to entertain people at football games to protect themselves from the undead hordes. Nicholas bashed a woman over the head with his trumpet and then delivered a power strike to the back of her skull, caving in the bone with the brass and sending her crashing onto the ground.
Judith and Liam were able to overcome three Zombies coming at them through teamwork, with Judith getting the first hit on each of them Zombies with her trumpet and then having Liam go in for the kill with his baritone, crushing the Zombies with its weight. Joe managed to find an old pipe lying around and was using that to fend off a Zombie that was going towards him. John then ran up from behind and bashed it in the head with his trombone.
"Now you owe me" John said with a smirk.
"I'll never owe you" Joe replied with a frown.
"Oh? Well guess what?"
"You just lost the game" John said with a grin as he walked away from the now very annoyed Joe.
The group finally made it to the bus, but they could see through the window that the bus driver was gone, but there was a trail of blood flowing out of the door. The group pried open the door and a body fell out onto the ground. John let out a yell and Andrew said "That's the bus driver! They tore his head off!"
The group carefully stepped onto the empty bus and Nick looked out the back window. The Zombies were coming towards them now. New Zombies had joined them, innocent spectators from the crowd.
"Can anyone hotwire a bus?" Nicholas asked.
"Yeah, give me a sec." Liam said hoping into the driver's seat.
"Hurry! Go ask fast as-" Nick began to say.
"Don't say it! I swear to God if you say Chuck Norris, I will throw you out of this bus, and feed you to the Zombies." Liam said angrily.
"OK…" Nick said sadly.
"Harsh, but necessary." Nicholas chuckled.
"Less joking when we're not about to be torn apart by a Zombie horde." John said sitting down.
Suddenly, a decayed hand burst through the window and grabbed John by the throat. The Zombie began dragging John towards the window, and John let out a scream of terror.
Suddenly a flash of brass, and a spurt of crimson blood. The Zombies arm fell onto the floor, and Nicholas had his trumpet in his hand, a stream of red on it.
"Thanks." John said breathlessly.
"No prob. Liam, how much longer?" Nicholas asked.
"About thirty seconds." Liam said.
Come on, hurry up!" Joe said, grabbing an abandoned flute and jamming it into a Zombies skull. The Zombie fell backwards and onto its brethren, who were surrounding the bus.
"Come on Liam, we won't last much longer!" Nicholas said bashing a Zombie in the head with his trumpet, knocking it down.
"And…done!" Liam said as the bus roared to life. Liam slammed on the gas and everyone was thrown backwards, and the Zombies were thrown off the bus. The bus sped out of the school and everyone got to their feet. Nicholas sat down at the front and said "Liam you get an F in efficiency, but I give you an A plus in dramatic timing."
"Thanks, I try." Liam said with a grin, turning the corner.
"OK guys, the school is gone, and we have no idea how many survived that attack. We're on our own. Options?" Nicholas asked the others.
"We can keep driving, maybe find help." John suggested.
"Maybe…but we don't know who is alive at this point. The Zombies could have taken over all of Bradburn County by now. No one would be ready to fight Zombies at this hour…they're goners already… I think we should stock up on supplies and weapons. The only problem is…where?" Nicholas asked.
The group thought hard as Liam turned another corner. And then it came to them. A place where one could get anything they needed, and was a great place to get stuff for a Zombie apocalypse, and all for a low price.
"Wal-Mart!" everyone said at once.
And with that the bus turned another corner and the group headed for Wal-Mart, unaware that on the roof of the bus, they had an unwelcome visitor. The figure began to laugh softly, and then louder.
"I found him...after all these years, I found him! Hahahaha!" the figure laughed.
"Does anyone else hear the maniacal laughter?" Judith asked.
The figure kept quiet and Nick said "It was Chuck Norris, laughing at Zombies as they try to eat him."
"That's it, you're dead!" Liam said turning the wheel hard, sending Nick crashing into a wall, and sending the figure flying off of the bus. ("OW!" Nick screamed)
"Soon…soon…" the figure said picking himself up and beginning to laugh again, his laughing echoing in the chilly night.
End of chapter:
Chapter one is done. The plot picks up in a bit, so just keep going.
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