Free Dead Sector: Miami: The James' Strain by Drake Romero

Chapter 1
    A Game to Remember
    T his is not another one of those zombie stories. You know the kind. The zombies show up, and no one knows what they are. It is like the last 50 years of popular culture never happened. Everyone is confused on what is happening and even when they figure out the rules of the game, the big “Z” word is never used. Our heroes come up with other names to call them, but no one ever says “can you believe ‘Night of the Living Dead’ is actually here?” No, when the zombies came, we knew exactly what they were. And one of the earliest, and what was undoubtedly the most important, zombie attacks was televised on live TV. Everyone saw it and the talking heads ran with it like it was a joke-until it wasn’t. But I was there.  I was at the game-the NBA Finals game-where it happened. This is my story .
    It was right after my first year at the University of Miami School of Law. I was interviewing with a prestigious Miami law firm, and the firm took me to a game to recruit me. I was there with two of the firm’s attorneys, a partner and an associate, and three other recruits. The partner is an old guy-Earl Remington. He was one of the founding members of the firm and is in his early sixties. He is a bit overweight, but always wears a nice suit.  Think bright colors, this is south Florida after all. The associate is a young woman maybe two years out of law school. Her name is Anne Nguyen. She is pretty and wears thick rimmed glasses. I remember hoping she is single when I met her at the interview. Only one of the other recruits is from the “U”-a guy my age I don’t really know named Danny Fischer. The other two guys are from the Florida State University College of Law. 
    Taking law school recruits to a Miami Heat game is an annual tradition at this firm, and everyone is thrilled that this time, it is a game in the NBA finals. The biggest story in basketball that year was, of course, Lebron James returning to Miami. No one thought that would ever happen again, and despite all the talk the prior couple of years to the contrary, the city was thrilled to welcome King LeBron back to the American Airlines Arena. And he had done what he said he would-got the Heat to the Finals.
    Now understand, I am not a huge basketball fan, but this story cannot be told without LeBron James. This all started with him.
    The game is maybe 20 minutes underway when it happens. A fan storms the court. He is a big guy, easily 300 pounds, but he moves with the quickness and agility of one of the players. He makes a beeline for LeBron and makes it to him before security can stop him. LeBron sees him at the last second and gets his hand up before the fan is on him. The two tumble and LeBron comes out on top.  Security jumps in and restrains the guy.  We are too far up to see the guy directly, but the Jumbotron is on LeBron when it starts.  The camera does not pan away.  The guy is thrashing crazily and it looks like he is trying to bite the three guys holding him.  LeBron is walking away from the scuffle. It looks like he is mouthing “That guy bit me,” to one of his teammates. The crowd boos the interloper. Two more security guards come and the five of them get the guy handcuffed and they carry him out by his arms and legs. The boos turn to cheers.
    The camera focuses on LeBron and he has blood, just a touch, dripping from his left hand. He leaves the game and does not come back. The crowd is in fits and the Heat loses by 6. It was not the night I was expecting.
    Remington and Anne take the four of us out to drinks at a local bar. 
    “Boys, I don’t know what to say. I cannot believe that happened and I would apologize, but I am not that crazy guy. Still, I know he ruined the night, and I think Remington Flagler owes you better. What do you say Anne, should we take them to game four in two days?” asks Remington.
    “I think that is a good idea, Mr. Remington,” says Anne.
    “Anne, call me Earl or even just