The Difference Between Me and You, Prologue
I was inspired earlier to write this. It's inspired by Dawn of the Dead, Shaun of the Dead, and 28 Days Later. Biological warfare leads to reanimation, which leads to trouble for the West Chester gang. **AU**.
Title: The Difference Between Me and You
Disclaimer: I don't own Bam, I don't own Ryan, I don't own anything. I don't say this is real. Well, I did create a few characters, but that's it, and I'm not claiming them just in case.
Summary: When the world as we know it crashes, when everyone we love is either dead or undead, when zombies inhabit the earth unchecked, how will a group of people survive?
Author: Sheckler
Timeline: Well, it's basically the same as now but with more biological warfare and Bam is twenty-four-ish.
Pairing: Dugera!
Notes: Total AU. Inspired by Dawn of the Dead, 28 Days Later, and Shaun of the Dead. I used lotsa people in here!
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PROLOGUE
Brandon Cole Margera knew better than to judge anything at face value. Doctors, for example, were viewed as nice, smart, older men that helped their patients and thanked the nurses graciously. While there were doctors that were nice and smart and older and were polite to the nurses, many of them were dickheads that Brandon wanted to kill. Why?
He was a nurse, and the doctor that he normally worked under was one of the dickheads.
Standing in front of the aforementioned doctor, Brandon waited somewhat impatiently tapping his foot as the doctor continued to talk to a friend on the phone about a golfing trip that weekend. "Ben, I don't know when I'll get off work. ...Of course I'll call you. I need someway to get to the cabin, right? ...Okay. Just pick something out, I don't care." Brandon cleared his throat, his patience wearing thinner with each sentence. Dr. Michaels glanced at him and rolled his eyes before sighing. "Ben, I gotta go. One of my nurses needs to talk to me or something. ...Yeah, I'll call. Bye." Michaels clicked the phone off. "What is it?"
"Dr. Shephard wanted you to look at this," Brandon replied, pulling an x-ray out of the large manilla folder. "Here."
Michaels held it up to the light at the window. "I don't see anything wrong. Tell her to run a CAT scan."
"Doctor," Brandon began, but Michaels's cell phone rang again, and Brandon sighed and took the x-ray back. Making his way to a nearby desk, Brandon smiled at the other nurse at the computer. "Can you look up a patient for me, Shauna?"
"Yeah, what's his name?" Shauna Jones asked. She was an older black lady, older than Brandon by at least ten years. Brandon handed her the folder. Shauna paused. "Don't you get off soon?"
"An hour ago," sighed Brandon, smiling tiredly. "After this I'm all done. Oh, and can you tell Dr. Shephard that Michaels said to run a CAT scan?"
"Of course, hun," Shauna replied. Typing the name into the computer, Shauna smiled at Brandon. "All set, hun. You get going, now. I bet they overworked you again, with all the accidents."
"Yeah, I gotta get going, Shauna," Bradon waved goodbye. "Tell Bert I say hi."
"Of course, hun," Shauna waved him goodbye.
When he stood outside with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, still dressed in his scrubs, he looked around and spotted a single ambulance. One of the EMTs was resting in the back with a doors open. The EMT's partner banged the door and they rushed off, leaving Brandon alone in the parking lot. Sighing, Brandon started up his reliable Honda Accord and pulling out of the parking lot, he sped off to his suburban home in West Chester, Pennsylvania.
-->END PROLOGUE.
A/N: Review? Please?
Title: The Difference Between Me and You
Disclaimer: I don't own Bam, I don't own Ryan, I don't own anything. I don't say this is real. Well, I did create a few characters, but that's it, and I'm not claiming them just in case.
Summary: When the world as we know it crashes, when everyone we love is either dead or undead, when zombies inhabit the earth unchecked, how will a group of people survive?
Author: Sheckler
Timeline: Well, it's basically the same as now but with more biological warfare and Bam is twenty-four-ish.
Pairing: Dugera!
Notes: Total AU. Inspired by Dawn of the Dead, 28 Days Later, and Shaun of the Dead. I used lotsa people in here!
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PROLOGUE
Brandon Cole Margera knew better than to judge anything at face value. Doctors, for example, were viewed as nice, smart, older men that helped their patients and thanked the nurses graciously. While there were doctors that were nice and smart and older and were polite to the nurses, many of them were dickheads that Brandon wanted to kill. Why?
He was a nurse, and the doctor that he normally worked under was one of the dickheads.
Standing in front of the aforementioned doctor, Brandon waited somewhat impatiently tapping his foot as the doctor continued to talk to a friend on the phone about a golfing trip that weekend. "Ben, I don't know when I'll get off work. ...Of course I'll call you. I need someway to get to the cabin, right? ...Okay. Just pick something out, I don't care." Brandon cleared his throat, his patience wearing thinner with each sentence. Dr. Michaels glanced at him and rolled his eyes before sighing. "Ben, I gotta go. One of my nurses needs to talk to me or something. ...Yeah, I'll call. Bye." Michaels clicked the phone off. "What is it?"
"Dr. Shephard wanted you to look at this," Brandon replied, pulling an x-ray out of the large manilla folder. "Here."
Michaels held it up to the light at the window. "I don't see anything wrong. Tell her to run a CAT scan."
"Doctor," Brandon began, but Michaels's cell phone rang again, and Brandon sighed and took the x-ray back. Making his way to a nearby desk, Brandon smiled at the other nurse at the computer. "Can you look up a patient for me, Shauna?"
"Yeah, what's his name?" Shauna Jones asked. She was an older black lady, older than Brandon by at least ten years. Brandon handed her the folder. Shauna paused. "Don't you get off soon?"
"An hour ago," sighed Brandon, smiling tiredly. "After this I'm all done. Oh, and can you tell Dr. Shephard that Michaels said to run a CAT scan?"
"Of course, hun," Shauna replied. Typing the name into the computer, Shauna smiled at Brandon. "All set, hun. You get going, now. I bet they overworked you again, with all the accidents."
"Yeah, I gotta get going, Shauna," Bradon waved goodbye. "Tell Bert I say hi."
"Of course, hun," Shauna waved him goodbye.
When he stood outside with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, still dressed in his scrubs, he looked around and spotted a single ambulance. One of the EMTs was resting in the back with a doors open. The EMT's partner banged the door and they rushed off, leaving Brandon alone in the parking lot. Sighing, Brandon started up his reliable Honda Accord and pulling out of the parking lot, he sped off to his suburban home in West Chester, Pennsylvania.
-->END PROLOGUE.
A/N: Review? Please?