You looked around as you stood in the street. Observing how cars were abandoned and corpses were everywhere. There was nobody to be seen. You ran in the street. Ran and ran until you found somebody. Well, you thought you did. But turns out it was just a random dead guy propped up against a wall. Gross. You ran off until you bumped into somebody. Luckily an alive person. It was one of the younger boys you and your asshole friends used to bully. Richie “trashmouth” Tozier.

“Richie! Okay, listen. What the hell is going on? I was in a fucking coma and now there’s this! What’s happening?!”

You exclaimed, he looked shocked to see you. You had been put into a coma after the rock fight from hitting your head too hard. A few others of his friends came over too, Bill, Mike, Ben, and Beverly. Richie spoke up.

“There’s a fucking zombie apocalypse, man. Some disease started and now everyone’s dying and coming back as zombies.”

He explained, Beverly nodded. You looked around again. God, so this was really happening?

“Tell me where Henry and the others are. I need to know.”

Bill spoke up.

“Huh-huh-hockstetter died. The o-o-others haven’t been s-seen since.”

Your eyes widened. Patrick had died?! You actually couldn’t believe it. Then, you ran. Determined to find them.