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[AGELIMIT]ages 12 and up.This story contains graphic violence and minor swearing.[/AGELIMIT]
So, this is my Dead Rising fic. I've got nine pages of it written and I've yet to really get very deep into the story. I'll be posting the first chapter here, but no more for awhile. Maybe if I get enough responses, the second chapter will be next.
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Chapter One:
Chapter Two:
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-- 8:00A.M.
The alarm rang as the old man slammed his fist onto the buzzer. He never liked days like these. The day had just started, it seemed, as he opened his curtains to find a bright sun and his best friend and neighbor mowing his lawn. He had promised to take his twin daughters to the Willamette Parkview Mall. He had never liked malls. Getting dressed, he walked into the kitchen and kissed his wife.
"Smells like bacon." he said, sitting down next to his daughter, Pamela.
"Morning dad." she said, yawning.
"Morning.." he said, sounding worn-out and tired. His job didn't give him the treat of a decent night's sleep. He hadn't slept like a normal person for years. The job of manager at the local restaurant was an important job. Not because he was the manager, but for the fact that it put the bacon, that he was now chewing on, onto the table.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked, taking a chunk of scrambled egg off her plate and placing it in her mouth.
"Yeah, I just need to help Timothy with something. Then, we'll go." he said, wishing they would rather stay home then go to the mall. "He's got some plumbing issues, then I'll take you."
"You'll stay and wait for us, right dad?" Pamela asked. "We don't want to be left alone for too long…"
"Of course. I'll be waiting in the car." he said, feeling a bit more optimistic about going. Pamela had always been the kinder of the two. Never letting her father feel too badly or too unhappy. Heather was the bad egg of the two. She cared more about her internet webpages and boyfriends than her father. He didn't mind. They were 18, nearly old enough to leave the house. Both of them were allowed to leave whenever they pleased. After that, Gerald would retire and enjoy his few remaining years.
-- 8:54A.M.
"Tim! What the hell are you doing up there?" asked Gerald, who had just been hit in the face by two metal screws from above. A hole was visible through the open pipes leading up to Timothy, looking abashed.
"Sorry Gerald. They slipped out of my hands" he said, feeling embarrassed.
Gerald knew that Timothy meant well, but he still couldn't help wanting to strangle him whenever he screwed up. He continued tightening the newly reattached pipes when he heard the metal clunk of a pipe fully in it's socket.
"Thanks a bunch, Ger!" said Timothy, shaking Gerald's hand. "Mind if I tell the wife that I did it by myself? I don't want her to think I'm a wimp."
If only she knew, thought Gerald. "Yeah…sure…do what's gotta be done, eh?" he said, feeling reluctant to agree to this job that he had done.
Gerald left, feeling disgruntled at having let Timothy take his hard work for granted and using it to please his wife. Getting in his car, honking the horn and waiting for his two daughters to get into the car, he thought up a scene of Timothy's wife finding out that Gerald had done the work, coming over and thanking him with Timothy looking solemn and defeated behind her. The sound of a door slamming and his daughter yelling brought him from his fantasy.
"Dad! Let's go! We're going to be late for the movie!" screamed Heather, Pamela's twin. She looked upset and tired. He figured it was from sneaking out at night. He had watched her leave one night, but never spoke to her about it. She was too old for him to be bossing her around now. That, and he didn't care. She wasn't the daughter he used to love. Now she had turned into a hateful girl.
He turned the key, hearing the engine roar. Backing out of the driveway, they all three waved at Timothy, who was back to mowing his lawn; Gerald only waved half-heartedly, Timothy was getting credit for his work.
-- 9:30A.M.
"You two." Gerald said, sounding firm and truthful. "Be back here by 11:30A.M. I won't wait and you can sit at the mall until I'm ready to come and get you." He began rolling the window up when his daughter, Heather, stopped him.
"Love you, dad." she said, looking embarrassed. He knew why. She felt badly about how she had spoken to him when she got into the car. This was the first time she'd said that in years.
He smiled a big smile, with love showing in his face. "Love you too." he said, kindly. He finished rolling up the window as his two daughters ran towards the mall entrance. "Those two..." he muttered to himself. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He hoped he'd wake before they got back. With the thought of his daughters, he drifted into a sound sleep.
So, this is my Dead Rising fic. I've got nine pages of it written and I've yet to really get very deep into the story. I'll be posting the first chapter here, but no more for awhile. Maybe if I get enough responses, the second chapter will be next.
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Chapter One:
-8:00A.M. - 9:30A.M.
-11:29A.M. - 11:47A.M.
-12:00P.M.
-12:30P.M.-12:45P.M.
-12:48P.M.
-12:51P.M.
-12:53P.M.
-12:56P.M.
-12:57P.M.
-12:59P.M.-1:00P.M.
-1:04P.M.
-11:29A.M. - 11:47A.M.
-12:00P.M.
-12:30P.M.-12:45P.M.
-12:48P.M.
-12:51P.M.
-12:53P.M.
-12:56P.M.
-12:57P.M.
-12:59P.M.-1:00P.M.
-1:04P.M.
Chapter Two:
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-- 8:00A.M.
The alarm rang as the old man slammed his fist onto the buzzer. He never liked days like these. The day had just started, it seemed, as he opened his curtains to find a bright sun and his best friend and neighbor mowing his lawn. He had promised to take his twin daughters to the Willamette Parkview Mall. He had never liked malls. Getting dressed, he walked into the kitchen and kissed his wife.
"Smells like bacon." he said, sitting down next to his daughter, Pamela.
"Morning dad." she said, yawning.
"Morning.." he said, sounding worn-out and tired. His job didn't give him the treat of a decent night's sleep. He hadn't slept like a normal person for years. The job of manager at the local restaurant was an important job. Not because he was the manager, but for the fact that it put the bacon, that he was now chewing on, onto the table.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked, taking a chunk of scrambled egg off her plate and placing it in her mouth.
"Yeah, I just need to help Timothy with something. Then, we'll go." he said, wishing they would rather stay home then go to the mall. "He's got some plumbing issues, then I'll take you."
"You'll stay and wait for us, right dad?" Pamela asked. "We don't want to be left alone for too long…"
"Of course. I'll be waiting in the car." he said, feeling a bit more optimistic about going. Pamela had always been the kinder of the two. Never letting her father feel too badly or too unhappy. Heather was the bad egg of the two. She cared more about her internet webpages and boyfriends than her father. He didn't mind. They were 18, nearly old enough to leave the house. Both of them were allowed to leave whenever they pleased. After that, Gerald would retire and enjoy his few remaining years.
-- 8:54A.M.
"Tim! What the hell are you doing up there?" asked Gerald, who had just been hit in the face by two metal screws from above. A hole was visible through the open pipes leading up to Timothy, looking abashed.
"Sorry Gerald. They slipped out of my hands" he said, feeling embarrassed.
Gerald knew that Timothy meant well, but he still couldn't help wanting to strangle him whenever he screwed up. He continued tightening the newly reattached pipes when he heard the metal clunk of a pipe fully in it's socket.
"Thanks a bunch, Ger!" said Timothy, shaking Gerald's hand. "Mind if I tell the wife that I did it by myself? I don't want her to think I'm a wimp."
If only she knew, thought Gerald. "Yeah…sure…do what's gotta be done, eh?" he said, feeling reluctant to agree to this job that he had done.
Gerald left, feeling disgruntled at having let Timothy take his hard work for granted and using it to please his wife. Getting in his car, honking the horn and waiting for his two daughters to get into the car, he thought up a scene of Timothy's wife finding out that Gerald had done the work, coming over and thanking him with Timothy looking solemn and defeated behind her. The sound of a door slamming and his daughter yelling brought him from his fantasy.
"Dad! Let's go! We're going to be late for the movie!" screamed Heather, Pamela's twin. She looked upset and tired. He figured it was from sneaking out at night. He had watched her leave one night, but never spoke to her about it. She was too old for him to be bossing her around now. That, and he didn't care. She wasn't the daughter he used to love. Now she had turned into a hateful girl.
He turned the key, hearing the engine roar. Backing out of the driveway, they all three waved at Timothy, who was back to mowing his lawn; Gerald only waved half-heartedly, Timothy was getting credit for his work.
-- 9:30A.M.
"You two." Gerald said, sounding firm and truthful. "Be back here by 11:30A.M. I won't wait and you can sit at the mall until I'm ready to come and get you." He began rolling the window up when his daughter, Heather, stopped him.
"Love you, dad." she said, looking embarrassed. He knew why. She felt badly about how she had spoken to him when she got into the car. This was the first time she'd said that in years.
He smiled a big smile, with love showing in his face. "Love you too." he said, kindly. He finished rolling up the window as his two daughters ran towards the mall entrance. "Those two..." he muttered to himself. He leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He hoped he'd wake before they got back. With the thought of his daughters, he drifted into a sound sleep.
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