Jeez, the suspense is KILLING me Burns. Its been so long. Hurry the hell up would ya? Only joking BS. Take your time to make it as good as possible.

But not so good that I have to wait til tomorrow

Alright, it's done.

The next part is a sort of 'calm before the storm' part. Not much happens in it, for all you who were dying for some action i'm afraid you're out of luck.

It will be posted very shortly after final edits have been made.
And Dis is the writer of this part, i mearly made only a few small edits.

Huzar!

Please hurry the anticipation is killing us all lol i cant wait

Just waiting for Dis to get home and make sure she doesn't want to add anything else.
I'm working on another part after that too actually, so you may get two parts tonight.

Have I died and gone to heavan?

This milks off - obviously not

Both parts will be 'quiet' parts without much happening them. Just to finish off the day.

Overnight, much will happen and in the parts to come the outbreak will start...

Cool i cant wait!

Well you're going to. I see no reason why young Walken should have to wait and you not, young lady.

i'm Sorry Walken please forgive me

No problem

But I don't want to see anyone in this threa dselling boot leg copys of unreleased chapters, you hear me?

That includes you Burnside

Finally. Written by Dis, edited a little by BurnSide.








10:33 PM



On the short walk home from work, Dylan felt exhausted. Again. He was certain that the shift work would be the death of him. One day he would work really late and then the next day he'd be working really early. There was no consistency, and he felt tired all the time.
He walked down Main street, the slight breeze wafting through his hair, and was disgusted that the sight of construction materials. Seems as though that road has been under construction for years. When on earth would they finish? Orange pylons lay scattered around holes dug into the road and red barriers around dug-up pipes. He noticed that behind one set of barriers, the sewer was wide open. They could have at least put the lid back on.
Dylan turned the corner off Main St and onto Alburn, his building now in sight. He was looking forward to getting home and crawling into bed with the TV on and a bag of chips. Tomorrow he was working an early day, so he had to make sure to get to sleep as soon as possible. He'd been late to work too much recently, and decided at that point he would start looking for a new job. Tomorrow, if he wasn't to busy at work.
Alburn road was unusually quiet tonight. No cars zoomed past, he couldn't even hear the usual drone of people talking through open windows. He heard a noise coming from an alley to his right, a sort of shuffling sound. It was probably nothing, he couldn't see anything, it was far too dark for investigation. Afterall, you never knew who was hiding out in the alleys these days.
Suddenly, a tall man with a ripped cardigan stumbled out of the darkness towards him. His feet scrapped along the concrete, and he let out a soft, eerie moan.
Dylan smiled at the man. "Darn drunk," he mumbled to himself and continued on his way home. He hated all the alleyways around these parts, they were always filled with bums, drunks and thugs. Luckily they never had problems at his building, and it's quite rare that anything bad ever happened. It was a nice city afterall, just a little lienient on bums.
A few minutes later Dylan was walking up the steps to the front door of his building, and letting himself in. He punched the elevator call button, and waited impatiently for one of the four elevators to arrive. None of them seemed to be moving, as usual. They had to be the slowest elevators ever. "Well that's just great." Dylan thought to himself.
Finally, after several minutes, the doors opened. He got in with a young couple and two older men who had appeared behind him while he was waiting. The men seemed to be deep into conversation, they were mumbling to each other. He couldn't hear what they were saying, since the young couple were talking over them until they got off on the 8th floor. As the doors closed, Dylan heard one of them say something about someone getting bitten.
But the two stopped their conversation short when he noticed Dylan was listening. They remained quiet until they got off on the 16th floor. Dylan was alone the rest of the way up to his floor, the 21st.
When he stepped off the elevator onto his floor, and headed towards his apartment, he was thinking about that odd conversation those men were having, but didn't think too much of it. Reports of dog bites and attacks were all over the papers in recent months.
Dylan unlocked his front door, and closed it behind him. Finally in his living room, he turned on the television while he made himself a quick snack before bed. There was somekind of breaking news on the local news station, a body was found on the train tracks this morning. That was quite the odd occurence. He listened as they mentioned the name, George Harvey, and played interviews with his devistated family. How disgusting, that they would bother these poor people for publicity, Dylan thought to himself.
With that, he flicked the TV off, and closed his bedroom door behind him, thinking about how tomorrow was just another routine day.

So cool!

I can't wait til we start getting into outbreaks and quarantines!

Quarantines... excellent idea..

I have the next part almost finished, it's also set that night so nothing major happens in it either. Just setting the scene for the next day...

Do you know when we'll be seeing it?

I contribute

About an hour.

I may be in bed by then.

But it'll still be here tomorrow.

Or will it?

It's done. Will be posted very shortly.

that last part was awsome, again. kind of slow, but its still building up a lot. i cant wait until the outbreak finally happens.

Thanks Shake.
The next part will be posted again as soon as Dis gets home and makes a few tiny edits. It's got a little more than the last part...

New part, .





10:54 PM


Alex yawned sleepily in her dark living room. She couldn't sleep, so she'd decided to wrap herself up in a blanket and watch some TV. The light from her 27" silver set bathed her apartment in shadows. She reached her now greasy hand into the bag of cheetos, comfort food, and slid one into her mouth, eyes fixed on the TV.
There was nothing really on at the moment, and she wasn't interested in the slightest bit in the sitcoms and whatnot, but it kept her mind off todays incident. She was actually waiting for the 11o'clock late night news, just to see if there were any more reports of people coughing up blood or passing out. She was so tired and really just wanted to go to sleep, but just couldn't get the images from the day out of her head. Alex let her eyes droop, and closed them.
Blood.. there was so much blood and it was coming out of the womans mouth, and Alex was screaming, covered in blood, and the woman was on the floor in the blood...
She immediately opened her eyes, and fixed them on the TV again, new tears welling up.
After the woman was taken away Mitchell gave her a ride home in his banged up red Ford. He'd offered to come up too, but she had much rather be left alone at that point. After throwing her blood-stained white shirt in the trash she'd taken a very long hot shower, and wept.
Nothing had been said on the news about the incident so far, the only thing she'd noted was the body on the tracks they'd found earlier in the morning. Apparently, no one knew the cause of death, or how he got there. Bizarre. Other than that, there were a few reports of heat-related problems with the elderly, nothing special, and of course a small update on that mutilated corpse they found on the bank of the river last night. Gross, she couldn't imagine stumbling across something like that.
Alex yawned again, and stood up holding the blanket around her, and crossed to the window. The sky was clear and black, illuminated by a thousand orange streetlights. But strangely, the highway was pretty quiet. A few cars whizzed by but nothing compared to the usual midnight traffic. Her eyes focused on some flashing blue and red lights parked between a couple highrise office complexes, maybe a bust or accident. And there was the river, a big black area devoid of light and life.
Looking down at the path around the building, she spied about 5 people under a streelamp. They were all kneeling over something, moving their heads around. Odd. Well, she thought, probably just a few people out for a late walk, one of which having dropped a contact lens or something.
Some music played on the TV, making Alex turn her sleepy head to look. The 11 o'clock news was starting, finally. She sat back down, thinking vaguely of ordering pizza, and tuned herself into the TV.
A man in a blue suit sat on the TV now, ruffling some papers and looking a little concerned. A small picture box appeared on the upper left of the screen with a picture of a thirty-something man coughing into his hands. Alex widened her eyes, and leaned in to the TV as the anchorman started to speak.
"Hello and thank you for joining us tonight, tuesday the 12th of July, for news at 11. My name is Derek Martin. Our top stories tonight..."
Alex watched on as a bunch of war scenes from foreign countrys flashed by on the TV narrated by Mr Martin. Then something about a bill being passed, and a scandal at the Parliment Buildings. She wished he'd get to the topic at hand.
"But first," said Derek Martin, resting his arms on the table infront of him, "is the city in the midst of an epidemic? Calls to 911 have increased almost 75% over the past two days from city residents who all appear to be suffering from the same symptoms of illness. These symptoms do include but are not restricted to head and stomach pains, as well as severe coughing fits and loss of conciousness."
Alex started to feel very uneasy. So there is a virus going around. Could she have it from all the blood?
The scene skipped from the anchorman to a panning shot of a main downtown street shortly before dusk. An ambulance, it's lights blarring, sat amidst a crowd of onlookers.
The narration continued. "Earlier today nearly 100 people were rusted to hospitals all over the city in critical condition after apparently suffering from coughing fits and losing conciousness. Reports also indicated that in some cases the victim vomited blood. No patients have yet been reported dead but many are on life support and hospitals are crowded. However, authorities are requesting that everyone go about their daily routines, but to simply take extra precaution."
The TV now skipped back to the anchorman as Alex watched, horrified. So it wasn't just her bad luck, it was happening all over the city.
"Medical officials have yet to clearly define what is causing this string of illness, but request that anyone who is feeling ill and experiencing any kind of pain or coughing to stay in their homes and call 911 immediately to stop the spread of what can only be described as, a viral outbreak.
We will have more on this story as it develops, stay tuned to CHRO, your local news station, for more information as we recieve it."
He then suffled a few papers around and the picture box changed to a soldier from the middle-east.
Alex sat back in the couch, feeling her heart flutter a little bit. Did he really say that? A viral outbreak? She thought back to the SARS epidemic a couple of years ago. A lot of people died, but the media overplayed it quite a bit. But this seems quite different. Her mind wondered to her co-workers who had called in sick today, and how it was unusually quiet it was, both at work and on the highway. No way that many people could be infected with whatever it was, that would be thousands of people.
Well, the anchorman did say no one had died, maybe it isn't as bad as all that. She looked out the window into the night sky, hoping to whatever being that may be watching she didn't get infected herself.

Great part! things are really starting to move along nicely. shouldnt be long now.

Thank you.
By morning, i'm sure things in the city will be VERY different...

Brilliant you both should think of writing a book together! i cant wait for the nxt part to come keep up the gd work guys

So very awesome!

I love the idea of media coverage, tis very cool - And will only get cooler as things go on.

Thank you Burnside and Dis for wishing this WONDERFUL-NESS upon the world. Oh yes.

Thanks guys. You're welcome. And thank you for your comments. Remember, suggestions and critism are most welcome.

Criticism, eh? I honestly cannot think of anything

Except the chapters are too short, but that does kind of add to the suspense. Will they get any longer when the outbreak begins?

Each part isn't really a chapter.... they're just set at different times throughout the day. Personally, I'd say that each day would count as a chapter.

Indeed Disinterested is correct.

The 'parts' that are posted are kept short to keep readers attention, and to allow us to make sure each part is top notch before posting.

Each 'Day' itself is a Chapter, with the different times in the day making mini-parts in that chapter. So when you see it that way, the chapters are very long, we're only just finished the second chapter.

Ooooooooooo, I understand now

In which case, no criticism.

Oh Burnsy, that was awesome! And Dis too, well done. I just read the both parts, very good.

Thank you star!

Sweet cant wait for the next part!

Good job guys!!!

Well, I love anything zombie-ish, and you are doing a wonderful job weaving a fun story.

I would like to reccommend a few follow-up titles for your next creative endeavour:

1. The Snooze Alarm of the Dead(Lazy zombies almost take over the world, but end up oversleeping and missing the morning bus. When arriving to Zombie International Industries after the first break they are immediately fired and must apply for unemployment)

2. The Brunch of the Dead(When hell is full, zombies will wander the earth drinking orange juice and champagne)

3. Department of Motor Vehicles of the Dead (Zombies take over state DMV offices. Efficiency increases 300% and speed has never been better. Other government agencies fear loosing jobs to the walking dead, hillarity ensues)

I hope that gives you some inspiration.

I love the second one

Very nice Burns and Dis. I love it.. cant wait to see more.

Thank you fluffs! And i must say, the Brunch of the Dead would make an excellent sequel!

Thanks Innocence.

I'm glad you guys are liking it. Stay tuned.

I shall give you your first review composed entirely of emoticons. I hope you enjoy.

Thank you snuffs. I shall take that as you enjoyed the story, and it turned you on.

Maybe santas beard is a metaphor for.......the zombies.......cougthing...

lol could be !!

When can we expect the next part, Captain Burnside?

I don't know. Unfortunately, i haven't had a spare second in the last few days to even begin it. I've been completely swamped at work. Once i get a few moments to myself again, it'll be up. Don't know when though.

Alrighty.

Yep, you should see these nipples....

@ Snuffs

i like this story, i love zombies have you ever seen shaun of the dead, its funny

Have i ever seen Shaun of the Dead.
That's funny.

How is the nxt part coming along?