(A/B) Good evening fellow creatures of the night, and happy halloween... or for all the demons in the audience, happy Samhain (if you dont get this joke, its from the Comedy Central show Ugly Americans (episode: Hell for the Holidays). Check it out, its pretty good). anyway, now that Halloween is here, I can finally post the sequel to Undead Drama Island. Ive had this finished for weeks and found it hard to resist the urge to post it right away, but I managed.
So now, for your entertainment, I present Undead Drama Mainland, written by Ojex XIII and beta read by Janey1097.
Prologue
A thick fog veils Lake Wawanakwa and its surroundings. All is silent save for the calls of birds and insects and the chopping of the waves. The luxury resort of Playa des Losers is a mere shadow of its former glory; the once lavish hotel is now dull and void of life. A thin, white silhouette of the sun could barely be seen through the gray clouds, but it was visible enough to tell which way was east or west. The resort and most of the area around the lake's shore had been completely devoid of human disturbance for weeks now… and that was about to change.
As a small wave rushed onto the sandy beaches of Playa des Losers, a raft followed after it, beaching itself onto the sand. Once it was stationary its passengers stepped off, eight total. A delinquent with a pierced face and a green Mohawk and a tanned girl that stood at his side, a blond with messy hair, a pale girl with teal hair gingerly stepping onto dry land as she half hid behind a slightly large but shapely black girl, a skinny boy, a handsome young man, and finally an Asian girl with a half scowl on her face.
"All right, everyone, you know the drill." Duncan said. "It looks like the virus did spread off the island, so we're going to have to search the resort for supplies and survivors. Leshawna, Bridgette, and Gwen, you guys go find food. Chris, Cody, and Heather, you find a working car. Preferably diesel. Courtney and I will look for weaponry."
"And some new clothes." Courtney added. "I still haven't gotten used to the stench of these rags that I've been wearing for the last month."
"Wait! Who put you two in charge?" Heather demanded.
"You got a better plan, Queen Bee?" Chris asked as he grabbed Heather's arm and half dragged her towards the parking lot, quickly followed by Cody. The remaining five headed into the building before splitting into their separate groups.
Duncan and Courtney began searching the building room by room for clothes and weaponry, having much more success with the former than the latter. Courtney had already stolen several suitcases full of outfits that she thought would fit someone in the group. Duncan, while liking the idea of something to wear that wasn't caked in dirt and stink, was much more interested in finding new means of defense, preferable something that went boom and shot lead.
"Nice place." Duncan said as he kicked in the door of the only room on the top floor.
"This must be the suite for the guy that owns… owned the resort." Courtney suggested.
"Okay, if there's going to be guns anywhere in this place, it's here." Duncan said with a grin.
"Definitely." Courtney agreed.
They began searching the suite from wall to wall. Duncan started with the personal kitchen while Courtney went straight to, what else, the closet. As she looked through the various garbs hanging in the closet, she could hear Duncan rifling through pots and pans in the other room.
"Boys and their guns." She chuckled. "Then again we're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Bullets, food, and shelter are probably worth twice their wait in gold right now."
As she pulled the last item aside, Courtney noticed a small, rectangular crack in the closet wall. Curious, she reached out and pushed on it. It sank slightly into the wall and the back wall rose up into the ceiling. What she saw brought a twisted smile to her face. "Oh Duncan!" she called over her shoulder.
He came over to her carrying a cast iron poker for the fire place and a frying pan. "Best I could find." He said. "Not a gun in this place. Not even an antique mounted on the w—holy shit!" As his eyes gazed up to what Courtney had found, his jaw dropped. Behind the back wall of the closet was a panic room with walls practically hidden behind mounted guns of any type he could think of. Courtney gave him a smug grin. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" Duncan finally said.
"Yes. But it's been a while since you've… shown me." Duncan just grinned and Courtney took his hand and led him over to the bed. "But we'd better make this quick, all right?"
"Quickie is better than nothing." Duncan agreed.
Down in the kitchens Leshawna, Bridgette, and Gwen had found plenty of food. The problem was finding food that hadn't spoiled already and likely wouldn't spoil anytime soon. So far they hadn't found more than a dozen cans of soup, vegetables, and gravy. Between the eight of them, that might last a day at the most.
"There's got to be more around here that won't go bad." Leshawna growled as she searched cabinet after cabinet.
Gwen sighed as she closed yet another cupboard door and patted her belly. The baby inside of her was starting to take its toll. She hadn't eaten well in over a month, and because her body dictated that the baby came first she was starting to suffer the consequences. If she and the child were both going to survive, she needed a better food source… but the problem was, with the possibility that it might already be infected with the virus, she wasn't sure if she wanted it to survive.
"Here."
Gwen turned her head to find Bridgette standing there, offering a can of corn and a can opener to her. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Offering you food, what's it look like?"
"But what about the others?"
"You're eating for two. You're entitled to a little more, now eat." Bridgette said, thrusting the can and opener into the goth girl's hand. Gwen smiled and shook her head before stabbing the blade of the opener into the cans top. Once she had it open, she lifted it into the air. "Here's to me and my stupid decisions." She said before putting the can to her lips, drinking the strangely sweet tasting liquid and chewing on the uncooked corn.
"It wasn't a stupid decision." Leshawna said.
"How do you figure?" Gwen questioned.
"Trent was dying, girl." Leshawna explained. "You just wanted to make his last day worth living."
"Yeah, and look what it got me into."
"Yeah, but ask yourself this, Gwen." Bridgette said. "Do you think Trent would be right at your side if he were still alive?"
Gwen didn't even have to think about it. "There's no doubt in my mind."
"Then I think you owe it to him to go through this… to carry on his spirit."
Gwen turned away from her blond friend and looked down to the ground. "But what if… what if it's infected when it's born?"
Leshawna placed her hand on Gwen's shoulder. "Then we know what we have to do."
Outside, in the parking lot, Chris, Cody, and Heather searched through the various vehicles looking for something that would fit them all, the dense fog making this a bit difficult. Cody proved quite useful here, as he was able to the model, manufacturer, and year of most cars pretty accurately. The problem was finding a vehicle which ran on diesel, as Duncan had suggested. Cody agreed that using a diesel vehicle would increase their chances of finding fuel, given how many diesel vehicles there were as compared to those that ran on unleaded, not to mention that diesel would go a lot farther on the gallon. But for that same reason there was a chance they wouldn't be able to find what they wanted.
"That's not what we want either." Cody said, referring to the VW Bus Heather had just pointed out.
"What the hell! Why don't they make more of these things?" she demanded.
"Because diesel is expensive." Cody explained. "Most recreational vehicles don't run on it. It's mostly truckers and farmers that use it."
"Well then let's find a semi." Heather suggested.
"In a luxury resort? I don't think so." Chris said.
Heather growled loudly and kicked the tire of a nearby truck. Cody looked over to said truck and smiled. "Nice going Heather! That's exactly what we're looking for."
"It is?" she questioned, looking over the old pickup, a 1949 Ford F1.
Cody practically ripped the driver's side door off its hinges and got under the steering wheel, sifting through the various wires until he found the ones he was looking for. "Now we just cross these two wires and…" With a loud rev the engine sprang to life and Chris and Heather praised the skinny boy as he proudly exited the truck. "Okay, looks like it's a stick shift so…" He was cut off by bloodcurdling sounds coming from the surrounding woods, a mixture of various hisses, snarls, and roars that all came from the same unmistakable beast.
"Shit!" Chris exclaimed.
Cody quickly uncrossed the wires in the truck and the trio made a beeline for the hotel, rushing as fast as they could. By the time they had slammed the doors behind them the zombies were already emerging from the tree line. They immediately rushed for anything heavy that they could move and began barricading the doors, despite knowing that that would only buy them so much time.
"The hell is going on?" Leshawna demanded as she, Bridgette and Gwen exited the kitchen.
"We've got company!" Heather explained. "Now help me move this desk!"
By the time Duncan and Courtney had reached the lobby floor, Courtney carrying two suitcases full of clothes and Duncan with two pillow cases full of fire arms and a bed sheet full of ammunition, the zombies were nearly at the door, now barricaded with practically everything that could be moved. Knowing immediately what was going on, Duncan distributed his haul, everyone getting at least two larger rifles, two hand guns, and plenty of ammo. Duncan, Chris, and Leshawna stood closest to the front door, waiting for the zombies to break through it and begin tearing down their barricade before they began shooting. The others waited behind them, anxiously awaiting the attack. But just as they heard the glass of the front door shatter, there was more of the same sound farther away, followed by several watery splashes.
"Damn! We forgot about the pool!" Chris realized as he, Duncan, and Leshawna began firing. "Heather, Gwen, there should be a ring of keys at the check in desk! Find it and lock the main entrance to the pool and the locker rooms!"
"Which key's the right one?" Gwen questioned as she found the key ring, finding that it had at least twenty keys on it.
"How should I know?" Chris demanded as he blasted a zombie's skull off. "You're lucky I know as much as I do!"
Gwen and Heather took off running, making a mad dash for the pool area. They burst through the door which led into a mall hallway, three more doors inside of it leading to the pool and the men's and women's locker rooms. Heather grabbed the keys from Gwen and ran to the pool entrance, beginning to go through the keys until she found one that fit the door lock, only to scream in disappointment when it didn't lock the door. She kept going through more until she found the right one, just as a zombie rammed its fist through the small glass window. Heather screamed and fell back onto the ground, dropping the keys. Gwen grabbed them and went over to the women's locker room, quickly finding the correct key and locking it. But when she went to lock the men's, she felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and dropped to the floor.
"What the hell are you do—"
She was cut off as a zombie woman broke through the door of the men's locker room. The two girls froze in terror as the undead beast snarled and dove at Heather. Heather closed her eyes, waiting for the end, but only felt something wet and sticky hit her face as a gunshot went off. She opened her eyes to find Bridgette standing in the door way, shot gut in hand. "Well don't just sit there!" she ordered. "Grab the keys and lock the damn door!" Heather immediately followed her command and they left back for the lobby, locking the fourth door behind them.
Upon their return they found that Cody and Courtney had joined Duncan, Chris, and Leshawna in blasting zombies away from the front door.
"We need to think of a plan." Heather said. "Those cheap hardware store locks won't hold them off for long."
"I vote that we keep shooting them in the face." Duncan suggested, as he did just that.
"Sounds good to me." Chris agreed as he followed Duncan's example.
"Think logically, guys. We don't even know how many are out there and we're going to tire or run out of ammo eventually."
"Not likely." Duncan said. "I only snagged what I could carry. There's at least a thousand more boxes of ammo up there. The guy that owned this place must have been seriously paranoid… or in league with the mob."
Leshawna was going to say something back, but an earsplitting clanging came from the kitchen before she could speak. "Damn! There must be a door in there too!" she growled.
"We've got to run for it." Courtney said. "Up the stairs!"
"Are you nuts?" Gwen demanded.
"We'd be cornering ourselves!" Heather agreed.
"You got a better idea?" Courtney snarled. At that moment a trio of zombies burst through the kitchen doors and into the dinning area, only one room away. "Move!" she shouted, turning to them and blasting the three as the others made a break for the stairs, following after them quickly.
They only made it up two flights of stairs before they heard the horde outside finally break through their barricade. Acting on instinct, they hid in the nearest room, moving the bed and to block the door and then stacking some other furniture on top of it before moving to the back of the room with their weapons aimed at the door. When they heard the first thump on the door Bridgette flinched and turned her head. She noticed that they had their backs to a sliding door with lead to a balcony which was just above the pool. "Guys, I've got an idea. It's insane, but it could get us out of here!"
"Well, spit it out already!" Cody demanded.
Bridgette opened the sliding door and looked over the edge of the balcony. She grinned. "The pool area's zombie free! If we can jump into the water we can make a break for the parking lot and get the hell out of here!"
"No arguments from me!" Leshawna agreed as she jumped over the edge, landing in the deep end of the pool. The others quickly followed after her, Chris going last and jumping just as the zombies broke through the door. One all eight were out of the water they headed quickly to the parking lot, found the same truck, and Cody hot wired it.
"Cody, do this one too!" Duncan said, pointing to an old Volkswagen.
"Why?" Cody questioned.
"Just do it before I break your arm!" Duncan ordered.
Cody did as ordered and hot wired the Volkswagen. Duncan quickly pulled it out of its parking spot and moved it so that it was aimed straight at the hotel. He then opened the trunk, grabbed the spare tire from it, and sat it down on the gas pedal. The car went speeding off directly at the resort and Duncan aimed his gun. Just as it broke through the wall to the inside he fired. The bullet smashed into the car in less than a second and the whole building went up in flames. The pained screams of the zombies, now either incinerated or burning to death, could be heard for miles.
"And that…" Duncan said as he cocked his gun. "…is how you take care of that." Courtney then ran over to his, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him firmly.
"That was amazing, Duncan!" she exclaimed after pulling away. "How did you do that?"
"I took cars apart all the time back home. Aiming for the gas tank was no problem."
"Still, truly awesome, Duncan." Gwen agreed, patting him on the shoulder.
"All right, enough already. You can all bow to your savior once we're on the road." Heather said. "Now, can anyone drive stick?"
"I can." Bridgette offered. Everyone gave her a surprised look. "What? That's my truck we're using."
Bridgette climbed into the drivers seat, Leshawna taking the passengers side, while the others jumped into the bed of the truck. She took a few minutes to remember how her truck worked, but soon got it into first gear and they were off in search of civilization. The zombie apocalypse had taken its toll on each of them, and they knew this was only the beginning. If Playa des Losers was infected, then there was no question that the rest of Muskoka, and likely Canada, and possible the rest of the continent or the world had been hit as well. They knew that they all might not survive, but the month on Wawanakwa had made them tough and they were willing to take that risk.
If it meant finding other people and possibly a safe place, the road was where they belonged.
Undead Drama Mainland
(A/N) so, did you all enjoy the prologue? I hope so, because the first chapter probably isnt happening too soon. be patient with me, this is the fifth story I have on my plate right now and that along with school and looking for a new job makes me very busy (also, theres the fact that I watch Doctor Who every weekday at 5 and various other shows throughout the week).
however, you should all be happy to know that Ive got more than half of the next chapter of TDD written and with any luck Ill have it up later today (anyone who reads this right away might think its still saturday, but I posted this at midnight so technically its sunday oct 31)
