#dawn of the dead 1978

[lostcryptids]

Been thinking about mall zombies

[fanofspooky]

George A Romero movies

[wormfarmm]

watching dawn of the dead as an mcr fan is like watching oppenheimer create the atomic bomb for atomic bomb fans

[georgeromeros]

Dawn of the Dead (1978) dir. George A. Romero

[elephantsatsea]

"you'll take care of me when i go, won't you, peter?"

peter and roger in dawn of the dead (1978) dir. george a. romero

[mileena--kahnumm]

R.I.P Flyboy 🚁 😔

[the-watcher-in-the-sky]

[thanos-the-dad-titan]

I want this crossover!!! Dawn of the Barbie!!

(Stolen shamelessly from the DotD FB page)

[horrorholly]

[talkaboutmovies]

The "No more room in Hell" scene from George Romero's 1978 classic, "Dawn of the Dead"

[lostcryptids]

Concepts

[fanofspooky]

Dawn Of The Dead ADs

[valkyrierayne]

Is it cliché to watch Dawn of the Dead while eating in the Mall?

I just watch all this undead milling about in and out of stores. Thinking I'd love to ride my dirt bike in through the mall

[bornto-raisehell]

Watching dawn of the dead again

[nomore-roominhell]

I watched Dawn of The Dead (1978) again and I just had to write something about Roger and Peter. Peter's feelings for Roger can be read as romantic or platonic, I wrote this with both in mind.

Warning- major character death!

This fic is based on a song btw (the blue text is lyrics)

"You never knew how much I really liked you"

The past was the past and there was no changing it. No matter how Peter ached for Roger, he was gone.

Peter had never been an emotional man, usually maintaining a stoic composure, but Roger was his best friend. They hadn't even known eachother that long, only meeting a few weeks or so ago when all the chaos began, but Roger hadn't left Peter's side since. They had become practically inseparable, until one of those ghouls tore them from eachother.

Even if Roger was still breathing, he was gone.

Peter should have stopped him. He should have told Roger not to go back for his bag. He should have, but he didn't. He had assumed Roger would be fine. He had only realised his mistake once it was too late. Peter couldn't help but feel this was all his fault.

"Because I never even told you"

Peter listened to Roger's breathing, reassurance he was still alive.

Roger had gotten more forgetful and confused as the infection ravaged his senses, Peter was getting used to it at this point, so why did it still hurt when Roger seemed to not sense Peter next to him? Calling out for him, and growing more agitated the longer it took Peter to respond.

"I'm right here"

Roger calmed almost immediately.

The smaller man leaned against Peter's shoulder, saying something about how he was going to "try not to come back" and Peter almost wished that were true.

He didn't speak after that. They sat in silence together. Roger brought a shaky hand up to rest against Peter's chest, looking up at him. Peter looked back at him, trying to hold on to the fading life in those eyes. Roger didn't have long.

Peter gently held the hand resting against him. He didn't let go even after Roger stopped moving.

Roger, who was once so full of life, was gone and Peter swore he could feel a little part of himself die as Roger stilled.

Peter never told Roger how much he loved him. He never would.

"Oh, and I meant to"