Just a hint, I Roger is a play on Igor backwards.
It's not done, yet, when it's finished I'll put the rest on(: The next part is switching to Peter's point of view, the zombie.
On the night of December 20, 2012 everyone was hiding inside their houses, with the doors locked and the curtains closed. Many people believed that the world was going to end the next day.
In Brooklyn, New York, a horrendous thunder storm was nearing Greenwood Cemetery. Many of the people buried there are long forgotten, as they had died before the dawn of the nineteenth century. Metal crosses, large marble headstones, and statues fill Greenwood Cemetery. At 12:00:01 am, a bolt of lightning struck the largest cross in the cemetery. The strike made the metal cross glow, like a giant light bulb. If anyone had been outside their houses, they surely would have seen it happen.
Frank Steiner woke up at 6:00 am that morning. He was surprised at his being awake so early, especially from being kept awake by the fear of the apocalypse. He walked over to his window to peek outside at the world. As he approached the window, he noticed everything was silent. No birds, no wind, no people. He was afraid he was the very last person on earth. Frank grabbed the left curtain, gulped, and slowly moved it to see outside. He was expecting to see utter destruction and horrible monsters running around, but there was nothing, nothing but a few branches in his yard and a large limb that had fallen off of a tree in the cemetery. It had fallen across two headstones and broken one of them. He decided he should call his mother, who lived in upstate New York. They hadn’t spoken since Frank left for Fordham University. When Frank put his phone to his ear, it was silent as well. He flipped on the light, but there was no power. He assumed that a power line must be down somewhere. He got dressed in his normal attire, jeans and a t-shirt. There wasn’t much in the ways of food in his fridge, just some moldy cheese, so Frank decided to venture outside to further survey “the apocalypse.”
Roger, Frank’s dog, came clicking over to him. Roger didn’t seem too bothered, aside from probably really having to pee, so Frank decided that going out wouldn’t be all that bad. He opened the door and Roger ran out and began sniffing the branches in the yard. As Roger did his business, Frank took a good look around. There was no damage to his house or car, just in the cemetery. He cleaned up his yard by dragging all the sticks and branches into a pile.
Frank was about to head back inside, but he felt bad about leaving the two gravestones with the branch on them. Since the fence to the cemetery was very low, Frank just hopped over it. Roger was small enough that he could just squeeze underneath. The branch on the gravestones was a little big for Frank, but he managed to get it off. As he examined the broken marker, he saw the name. It was very hard to see, so Frank began dusting it off. The name looked like it said Peter Mormel, or something like that. As he squinted at the numbers beneath the name, Roger whined and Frank could have sworn he heard a growl answer. Frank brushed it off as his stomach grumbling, though he had felt nothing, and squinted at the numbers. The year this man had died was most clear, 1798. Frank was astonished at how old the marker was. Roger barked at the ground beneath his owner’s feet. Frank wondered what he could be barking at, then, he heard it. It wasn’t his stomach this time. There were definitely noises coming from the ground. It sounded like a ghost moaning, like in the movies. Frank was so shocked, he couldn’t move. There was no way someone would be buried alive, at least not under this gravestone. Roger began digging at the ground. Frank fell backwards onto his butt when he heard another, much louder grunt. It was definitely human. Frank grabbed Roger, and half way crawled and stumbled away from the grave. He put Roger down to hop over the fence, but Roger ran back to the grave. Frank turned just in time to see a hand reaching up through the ground and Roger biting it and running off with a finger. Frank was shaking, and wanted to throw up, even with his empty stomach.
More and more of cadaver was slowly emerging from the grave. Arms first then the head, it mostly hairless, with hardly any color to the skin. Frank was terrified, gasping for air, he was in shock and could not move. He was gripping the fence so tightly; he thought he was cutting his hand. Frank’s thoughts were going a mile a minute. Was the thing coming out of the ground alive? Was it evil? Was he about die? It really was the apocalypse, for Frank and Peter both.