Dead Piling

[Sondiame]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450px,bTable][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 0px 3px 3px -20px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 118px 3px 3px -109px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin:237px 3px 0px -109px;][/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px 3px 10px 3px;font-size: 10px]Why were we here? Why are they here? Why was this happening? -Dead Piling is a Dead Rising fan fiction, it’s my first, actually fan fiction ever, so please bear with me. The story is told in 3rd person in whom someone is telling the tale, like The Hobbit. This is meant to be a Comedy Fan Fic, so don’t expect to cry over someone dying. – He was running, of course who wouldn’t be at that time. The Barricade was breached because of a poodle; A poodle, which was already dead. Opening the doors of a safe haven, to make it a death hole; Dakota was in the bookstore reading a book. Her headphones were plugged on full blast, “Saturday by Leonardus”. Her favorite book was, well technically it wasn’t a book, was Pokemon. Barely anyone ever knew that there was a manga for Pokemon until she ranted about it. The Survivors downstairs were running towards the stairs, only to be slaughtered by the undead. He made it, not everyone else did. She didn’t realize what was going on at all; she was clueless to the world outside of the music. This was a habit for her, she would danced and nod her head in public without a care in the world. A figure stood over her; she thought it was that bald guy again. “You’re blocking the sun douche!” Dakota yelled standing up. Her face froze, it wasn’t Mr. Baldie; it was those of the dead. She screamed running just like him. “Get away!” she cried pushing the bookshelf down smashing in his head. She darted out the bookstore, music still playing, towards the emergency door, where he was heading. It was too late, they already shut it tight. She was alone, with only the Undead ready to feast on her. She screamed in anger, grabbing a Baseball bat. Dakota was a prized hitter in Softball, ironic I know, helpful, yes. There was another door though, this door lead to Paradise Plaza. She darted bashing in a zombie’s head on the way there. For some reason, it didn’t faze her killing zombies. I guess video games and movies paid off today. “Hellp” A cry for help came from below, there was a Boy, correction, teenager, limping smacking a zombie out his way with ease. This boy (teenager) was well built, he was an athlete for sure, unlike Dakota that just did softball for a better chance to get into a college. “Hey! You need help?” Dakota asked waving at him. “No shit!” He called back limping faster towards the stairs. Dakota slid down the stair rail over to the guy. “Here let me help,” she told him putting her arm around him as they went back towards the stairs. The zombies kept piling in, more and more were surrounding them. “Your on your own to the stairs, I got us.” Dakota swung for a homerun to a Fat one’s side knocking it over. Slamming down her bat into the downed zombie’s face, she felt satisfied, stress was gone, but her guts were turning. She gagged at the smell and helped the boy up the stairs. “To Paradise Plaza we go.” To be continued. [/style][style=font-family:courier; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #b1b1b1; width: 450px;background-color: #0f0f0f; font-size: 15px;] NOTES: Chapter 2 Wednesday WORD COUNT: 536 TEMPLATE BY AEON OF OTE [/style]