This one has to be my favourite of all the current ideas i have, i've been a big fan of dead rising since i got it and the storyline was good the only problem was that it was damn near impossible to complete both the main story and save all the survivors, oh well i went through and did both now all i have to do is get the 7 day survivor acheivment... anyway back on track, this story is set after the Wizarding War, Hermione has moved to America and Harry and Ron go to visit her, they visit the Willamette Mall where things start to go horribly wrong as Zombies appear, I hint at a friend dieing, don't say which but i think its pretty obvious, but you never know. anyway, Harry meets Frank and agrees to help him save people which eventually leads to him meeting Isabella, who he will end up being paired with... if i ever continue writing it.

Dead Rising

Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Rising. It belongs to Capcom, I do not own Harry Potter he and any characters you recognise from that belong to J.K Rowling

Summary: The dead have started walking, the survivors of Willamette are few, two survivors are trying desperately to hold on as disasters continue to strike.

Pairings: Hinted at Ron/Hermione and eventually Harry/Isabella

Chapter 1: Lost Hope

Whoever knew that myths were actually true. That the dead could actually start walking, and I am not talking about Inferi here, there is no magic involved with these. Zombies real, decaying undead Zombies. I have no idea what happened, its confusing, here I am at the Willamette Mall I was here when it all hit the fan. I was here with a friend and now I am separated from her and they are somewhere in the building, But hey it doesn't matter they are safe at the moment, the zombies are stuck outside. Well they arent in here, but they sure as hell are at the different parts of the mall

Harry leant against a pillar in the Entrance Plaza, looking over at the barricade he saw two people still rushing around grabbing objects to place against the door. Harry chuckled darkly, it wouldn't hold for long, they had tried a similar tactic with the first doors by lowering the security shutters but the windows had been smashed by the zombie onslaught and the shutters broken now. There were zombies pressed up against the next doors and the small barricade of benches and dustbins and even the odd HDTV were only going to last so long.

Sliding down Harry was now sitting on the floor and turned his neck from side to side loud cracks were heard and he leant back his head resting against the pillar with his eyes shut. He could hear the old lady running around trying to find her dog having worked herself into hysterics over it…

Hearing footsteps from the floor above Harry opened my eyes and saw a guy in a black leather jacket walking down the steps holding a camera. "He's new." Harry muttered, he had taken the time to study the survivors that had made it into the mall, this guy hadn't been one of them. He reached the bottom of the stairs and the old lady bumped into him.

"Have you seen my baby? I can't live without my precious little sweetie doggy. Oh, where is my Madonna? Where is she? Oh, oh!" She questioned before running off to another part of the Entrance Plaza that he couldn't see. He looked confused for a second before looking off at a women who stood looking pensive.

The older man jumped in front of him "Hey! This is no time to ogle pretty girls, son! You lookin' to get yourself eaten alive by zombies!?" He shouted and the women walked off up stairs somewhere…

In fact where had she come from?

The man in question looked confused "What? Did you just say "zombies"?" He asked in shock and Harry laughed. Where had this person been

The old guy look puzzled for a second most probably thinking the exact same thing Harry was before stating "Take a look out there! If those ain't zombies, what would you call 'em? There's been more and more of 'em since last night. Now they're all that's out there." The man commented.

The guy with the camera raised it in preparation to take a photo of the zombies but the man stepped in the way and clapped his hands "Alright then! Feel like makin' yourself useful? Take a look around the mall and bring anything we can use for the barricade back here. Andale! C'mon! Pronto!" He ordered and the man made his way in Harry's direction to where the stockpile of barricade equipment was.

"So where did you come from?" Harry asked. The man looked at him.

"I got dropped in by helicopter." He responded

"And you are?" Harry questioned.

"Frank West, Photojournalist." Frank introduced.

"Have fun covering the story then, I can guarantee that there is some interesting things going on here." Harry laughed. Frank looked puzzled momentarily before walking off towards the stockpile.

That old man's back.

Harry had seen him before, he had been stumbling around the only secure bit of the mall, mainly because all the security shutters around that area were down. The journalist took a photo of him and he begun to berate him causing Harry to laugh.

"MADONNA!" The old woman cried and Harry stood up and climbed on top of a large advertising block to see what the old bat was so worked up about.

She had seen her dog on the other side of the doors. The woman began to pull the barricade apart and one of the guys grabbed her to pull her back but she stomped on his foot. The next guy ran over to stop her and she kicked him in between the legs and he dropped. Harry began to laugh all the while keeping an eye on his exits. The only one being a viable option being the stairs. She opened the door and dived towards her dog as several zombies dropped on her and started to tear chunks of flesh away. more just shuffled through the door way and Harry looked at the terrified survivors.

There was no way in hell I was sticking around here

"What in the hell are you people doing!? Run! Quick! Move! Get over here! Everyone! Move this way! Quick! To the stairs! Mooooove!" A coloured guy in a suit shouted and Harry jumped to his feet as Frank signalled for him to come over. He jumped down and ran over to him.

"Listen we need to get to the stairs, and this bench seems like the best thing to do to clear a path. You grab one end I grab the other and we use it like a barrier to knock them flying." He commented and Harry nodded and the two hefted up the large wooden bench and ran at the horde of zombies knocking them down and to the side as they ran through.

The screams of the few survivors that had been there echoed against Harry and his mind flashed back to when they had first arrived. Shaking his head quickly he ignored the thought and the two reached the stairs and ran up.

They ran through a door slamming it shut behind them and into the security room where the coloured guy, a blonde haired woman and another coloured guy who was wearing a Mall employee jacket were standing anxiously.

"Where are the others?" Brad asked.

"I don't know, I hope they got away!" Frank said and Harry shook his head.

"They are dead, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to work that out." Harry commented and the Mall Employee closed the security door and used a blow torch to start to weld it shut. Frank was about to protest but the first man silenced him.

"No, as long as they are still out there it isn't safe." Turning to a ventilation shaft he pressed his ear up against it and opened a panel after a moment.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"The ventilation shafts are the only way to get into the mall and apparently those creatures aren't smart enough to use them." He commented before climbing out. Harry shrugged his shoulders and walked through one of the security room doors and then into the back rooms where he sat on a sofa. He could hear the woman talking to Frank before he stomped to where Harry was sitting.

"So what's your story?" He asked.

"I've been here in the mall for about twenty four hours now, its amusing really I guess you can say I was just an tourist coming with a friend to visit another one who had moved here. The first couple of days had been fun but then yesterday was when everything went wrong, we were in the cinema… I was arguing with a friend and then I went to get some snacks and the friend we were visiting came with me so we were queuing to get snacks when this guy starts shambling towards us we didn't click that it was a zombie at first. He dropped on my friend biting deep into his neck as he did and the cinema went into chaos, people running in fear and screaming as my friend died. I panicked and ran, hiding out in the food court for a little while thanks to the upper level that was accessible by climbing on a bunch of crates, I was there for a little bit and then I managed to get entry to the entrance plaza where I helped the defences. For as little as they lasted." Harry laughed darkly again and sat back rubbing the bridge of his nose. "And that's all you need to know." Harry informed and Frank stood up and walked away and Harry closed his eyes trying to get himself to drift to sleep.

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