"Rock star, David Bowie, had an unusual outburst on stage yesterday night," the anchorwoman on TV said. "Sources tell us he viciously bit the neck of his guitarist, Mick Ronson during a show in Stoke-on-Trent. They were both rushed into an ambulance, but the vehicle never arrived at the hospital. Reports say that Bowie was feeling ill and looked paler than usual. We will keep you updated with any and all new information about this incident. In other news-," Keith turned the channel to Saturday morning cartoons.

"Keith, we are not watching this!" Pete yelled.

     It was a morning 1973 and The Who was at Roger's house.

Keith threw the remote on the coffee table then sat down on the couch with a bowl of cheerios in his hand. Pete grabbed the remote then turned it back to the news.

"What do you think happened to Bowie?" Pete asked Keith.

Keith shrugged, "He's probably gone mental. Maybe fame got to him. Or he was hungry and thought Mick was a chicken leg or something. I don't know."

"Very funny, still doesn't explain why the ambulance never arrived at the hospital."

"It most likely cashed," John spoke up. He sat down in a chair with a pastry in hand. "Why do you care?"

"Well 1. I like David and 2. We play our show there tonight."

"Don't worry, mate, all the commotion should be gone by the time we get there."

"I really hope you're right, John."

"Well, I know I'm ready," Roger said as he came down the stairs. "Let's hit the road, fellas!"

Pete went to go get dressed while Keith and John finished eating. Then the band hurried out the door.

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An hour and a half passed and they were on the road to their first show of the Quadrophenia tour in Stoke-on-Trent. They were about 30 minutes away from their destination.

"This sucks. Why do I have to drive again?"

"Because, Roger, you don't have to play and instrument. Keith, John, and I need to rest our hands."

"Yeah right."

The man they had hired to drive them to the show didn't show. In fact no one did. Pete tried to call their manager but he didn't answer. No one he called did. They just assumed they were all busy and would be waiting for them when they arrived at the venue.

"You know, I play the harmonica sometimes."

"You'll get over it."

Pete started to fiddle with the radio.

"There we go."

He turned it to a station where "Space Oddity" was playing.

Keith began to sing.

"This is Major Tom to ground control

I'm stepping through the door"

Then everyone joined in.

"And I'm floating in the most peculiar way

And the stars look very different today!"

"We're sorry to interrupt this program," a robotic voice came on the radio.

"If you are in or around the Stoke-on-Trent area, please seek shelter now. Stay indoors. Do not let strangers in. We will keep you informed on the situation as it occurs."

It started to beep and repeated the message one more time.

"Can you hear me, Major Tom?" the song continued on.

The guys just stared at each other for a good ten seconds. Roger pulled over.

"Someone else please drive,"

"There's nothing you could say or do, no situation, no prize that could ever get me to come out of this vehicle," Pete said.

"Oh, Pete, you're just paranoid," Keith said.

"I'll drive Rog. Crawl to the back."

As Keith got out, Roger climbed over the seat to sit next to John who was on his left. As Keith got out, he stood there for a minute

"Anything gonna come and get me? No? Nothing? Not even David Bowie? Ha! See Pete, you're worried about noth-,"

"Keith!" Roger screamed.

Keith was pulled under the car. You could hear growls and Keith yelling for help.

"What do we do?!" yelled Roger.

"Maybe get out of the car and help him?!" Pete said sarcastically.

All three of them got out.

"Keith!" John yelled to see if he would respond.

"Help me, idiots!"

Pete looked under the car to see Keith trying to escape from a creature. It smelled terrible, like rotting flesh and bad breath. Pete finally grabbed Keith's leg and pulled him out.

"GET IN THE CAR!" Pete yelled as he threw Keith in and sat in the driver's seat. It only took five second for Roger and John to hop in and Pete to start up the car and drive as fast as he could away. Roger looked back to see a human-like, gross creature lying on the road, slightly moving.

"You hurt?" John asked Keith.

"Just a few scratches, thank God it didn't bite me."

"Should we turn around?" Roger asked as he climbed into the passenger seat next to Pete.

"Are you kidding me?" Pete replied. "I'm not going anywhere near that thing again. Besides, we're too far into the area. There might be more of those from back were we came. Maybe we can find shelter if we go farther into town."

Roger turned up the radio.

"I fell into a burning ring of fire." Johnny Cash was on.

"How ironic," said Keith with a smile.

"And it burns, burns, burns."

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Who will survive the apocalypse? Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of "Zombowie!" This is my second fanfic so I hope I'm getting better. And I love hearing feedback! Also I don't own any of the photos, songs, ect. but I did make the edits like always.