(a/n) I've read a few TDI zombie fics, and I have to say, none of them are that good. either the author needs to spend a lot more time on it or it just goes by so fast that you cant get into it. That is why I've decided to write my own TDI zombie story... Undead Drama Island! please, enjoy.

Undead Drama Island

Chapter 1

Darkness loomed over the island, only two glimmers of light coming from camp Wawanakwa: the Screaming Gophers hot tube party and the Killer Bass's first bonfire ceremony. The Killer Bass sat on small logs around one side of the bonfire while Chris grinned at them mischievously from behind his podium with a plate of only ten marshmallows before him, while there were eleven campers. All of the girls on the team glared at Ezekiel, the awkward farm boy who earlier that day had made sexist comments. "Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world." Duncan, the hardened criminal of the group, growled at him.

"We're rolling." The man behind the camera called to Chris.

On cue, the host of Total Drama Island lost his signature grin, swapping it for a more serious expression. He picked up the tray of marshmallows and began speaking to the campers across from his on the other side of the flames. "Killer Bass… At camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp… marshmallows represent life!" He paused briefly, letting the seriousness of the moment sink in. Geoff, the party guy, used this moment to wink to Bridgette, the surfer girl. Then Chris continued. "You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch the Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest… and you can't come back… ever!" Everyone tensed up. The suspense was unbearable.

"The first marshmallow goes to… Geoff." Geoff, smiling happily, went up to Chris who placed the first marshmallow on the end of a stick in the party boy's hand. As Geoff walked behind him, Chris called the next name. "Tyler."

The jock wannabe grinned and raised his fists in the air. "Woohoo! Yeah! Place at the table!" he shouted before running up to claim his immunity for the night. After Tyler, Katie, one of the (for lack of a better term) wonder twins, and Bridgette were called, followed by the lovable jock, DJ, who still wore his Chicken Hat after not jumping the cliff during the challenge. Next called was Herald, who could only be described as geekiness was bested only by Ezekiel's, and Sadie, the second wonder twin and the larger of the two. Katie and Sadie hugged before Chris continued. Then Duncan was called, who gave a pleased nod. This only left Ezekiel, Eva, a girl with serious anger issues, and the over achieving former CIT: Courtney. She, like DJ, wore a chicken hat for the evening.

"Campers…" Chris continued. "This is the final marshmallow of the evening."

"There are three of us, Chris." Courtney pointed out.

Chris, startled by this realization, sent an intern to grab another marshmallow and then tossed it to Eva. "There, now as I was saying… Campers… this is the final marshmallow of the evening." He paused again for dramatic affect. Ezekiel was shaking nervously while Courtney bit her lower lip. The suspense built even more as Chris made them wait to hear who was going to be the first send back home. But before he could give an answer…

"Ugh…" the camera man groaned as he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach and accidentally knocking over the tripod the camera sat on.

"Steve? Steve, you all right, man?" Chris asked as he set down the tray and dashed over to his fallen camera man. Steve genuinely seemed to be in pain as he was groaning and baring his teeth. "Crap." Chris growled. "Looks like Steve is out of commission. We'll have to continue this tomorrow night guys. Anyone feel like taking him to Chef for treatment?"

DJ and Tyler got up to help Steve while the others remained behind. "Why do we have to wait? Don't you have another camera guy?" Courtney questioned.

Chris shook his head. "Steve was the only one on duty tonight since all we were filming after sundown was the bonfire ceremony. So, Courtney and Ezekiel can both stay for now. But tomorrow one of you is going home."

"Fine… I guess." Courtney reluctantly agreed.

"Cool." Ezekiel agreed as well.

~THE GOPHER CABIN~

"Here's to the Screaming Gophers." said Cody, the skinny computer geek, as he stood in the hot tub and raised his soda can into the air. "We're so awesome that nine of us will make it to season two while only five of the Bass will!"

"What?" asked Leshawna, the stereotype loudmouth black girl.

"Did I just say that?" Cody chuckled nervously.

"Hey, check it out." Said Trent, the team's musician. He was pointing over to the path which led to the bonfire. DJ and Tyler were coming their way down that path, carrying a camera man on their shoulders. The camera man looked pale and he was cringing as if he were in pain or extremely hungry. "What happened guys?" Trent asked.

"Camera dude collapsed during the ceremony." DJ explained. "We're taking him to Chef, who's apparently a somewhat skilled medic. We'll have to redo the bonfire ceremony tomorrow night."

"And production is behind schedule already." Cody said sarcastically.

"Enough with the sarcasm, string bean." growled Gwen, the goth girl. "He may be in serious trouble. This camp has been abandoned for years. Who know what kind of mold is growing around here or what diseases the local bug carry."

"Maybe it's indigestion." suggested Owen, the fat kid. "It's happened to me plenty of times."

"Ugh!" the camera man groaned, his face cringing and his back hunching slightly.

Tyler shook his head. "Too much pain to be indigestion." He said. "C'mon, DJ. Let's get him to Chef. He'll know what to do." DJ agreed and they set off towards the Mess Hall. They disappeared into the dimly lit building, the Gophers hearing Steve groan in pain once more.

"Poor guy." Lindsay said.

"They should probably get him off the island."Beth suggested. "This seems like something professionals at a hospital should take care of."

"Oh please." Heather, the mean girl, said, rolling her eyes. "This is probably just a clever rouse thought up by the producers that'll lead us into our second challenge. We are on a reality show, after all. There's going to be surprises and tricks around every corner."

"Says the girl that wouldn't even jump off the cliff without Leshawna throwing her." Said Noah the no-it-all.

"I don't seem to remember you jumping at all." Heather grumbled.

"I was in the water with Trent when Owen caused that massive title wave!" Noah retorted.

"Oo! Way to point out another plot hole!" said Izzy, the crazy girl.

"Okay… someone forgot to give Izzy her meds today." Justin, the extremely handsome guy, chuckled.

"Hey, I don't take meds!" Izzy exclaimed. "At least not any more. Now I just get a monthly brain scan."

~MESS HALL~

"Put 'im on the table." Chef ordered as DJ and Tyler, still carrying Steve the camera guy, followed him into the kitchen. Chef then pulled a few long leather belts out of a drawer, wrapping them around Steve and the table and tightening them securely. "Just in case." He explained when the boys gave him a confused look. "You see what pain does to people when you're at war. When they're in pain, they'll do a lot to avoid being in any more. We dunno what's wrong with him and I don't have any sedatives. So like I said, just in case."

"Okay…" DJ said nervously, slowly backing towards the door. "Well… we're headin' out. Take care of him, Chef."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Chef mumbled as the two boys left. "Now, let's see what we've got here." The obvious first thing to do was to look for something superficial that could be causing Steve's pain. "Probably should've taken his shirt off before I strapped him down." Chef said as he undid the top two straps and pulled Steve's shirt over his head. The first thing he noticed was a bite mark on his shoulder. It didn't look like it was caused by an animal, or at least not a local one. Maybe some kind of ape or another person. Something was clicking in the back of Chefs mind. A mysterious pain in the abdomen and human like bite marks. "Where've I seen this before?" he asked himself.

Before Chef could finish his thoughts Steve groaned and his eyes opened. His torso still unstrapped, he sat up and glanced around. "What happened? Why am I in the kitchen… and why am I strapped down?"

"Sorry 'bout that." Chef said. "Just a precaution in case you went psycho." Steve looked him, confused. "You see a lot of things at war." Chef explained. "Anyway, I'm thinkin' you should get a good night's sleep and then we get you off the island tomorrow."

"Sounds like a plan." Steve agreed, grabbing his shirt from Chef. "Guess I'll be heading to the cast's quarters then."

"So what bit you?" Chef asked just before Steve was about to exit the room.

Steve, having no idea what he was talking about, began looking over his torso until he found the bite marks on his shoulder. "Huh. I have no idea. Don't remember getting bitten."

Chef just shrugged. "A'right. See ya in the mornin', then."

"Yeah… see you in the morning."

~THE NEXT DAY~

The next morning there were dark storm clouds on the horizon, the sky above island only a lighter shade of gray and with no rain yet. The only people awake so far were Duncan, Eva, and Heather who had been disturbed by Owens snoring. Everyone else was either still sleeping or just now stirring. Surprisingly, however, there wasn't a camera man, intern, or crew member in sight. Not even Chris or Chef, though the smell off food was lingering in the air, suggesting that Chef was in the kitchen making breakfast.

Duncan quietly sat on the stoop of the Bass cabin, sharpening a stick he'd found earlier into a spear. This would be the sixth one he'd made since he's gotten to the island, along with a bow and about twenty five arrows. He'd started making these after his first meal cooked by Chef Hatchet, thinking he'd rather catch and cook his own food before stomaching that slop again. He'd been the first awake that morning and Eva followed soon after. From what he knew she was in the woods for a morning run. He'd just seen Heather leave her cabin a few moments ago, no leaning over the porch railing with her cell phone in hand, probably trying to get a signal. He remembered the day before when he'd first arrived and tried hitting on her… and she'd told him to drop dead. "Well, she's on the other team anyway. Might as well get on her bad side now." Duncan chuckled to himself as he got to his feet.

"Well if it isn't tall, hot, and egotistical." Duncan joked as he approached Heather with a sly grin on his face.

"Didn't I already tell you to drop dead?" Heather questioned.

"Maybe."

"Well then I guess I'd say it again incase I didn't. Drop dead. Unless you can get me a hundred grand and off this island today, I'm not interested"

"Fine. I just came over here to antagonize you anyway. You know, get on your bad side while the getting is good. But with that attitude I'm guessing I don't need to do anything to get on your bad side. Am I right or am I right?"

"Oh, you're definitely right. Now get out of here before I call your parole officer."

"You don't have a signal." Duncan grinned.

"Smart little monkey, aren't you?" Heather said dryly. "Now get out of my sight."

"Oh, yes ma'am!" Duncan said, sarcastically saluting her before turning around… only to walking right into a flustered Eva. They both stumbled back. Duncan was about to tell her to watch where she was going, until she saw the look on her face. Eva, the toughest and most fearless member of his team, was absolutely terrified. "Eva? What's wrong?"

"Someone… something in the woods…"she huffed, obviously out of breath. "It was chasing me…moaning… the horrible moaning…"

"Calm down, Eva." Duncan said, grabbing her shoulders.

"Well, this certainly is a sight." Heather chuckled. "Rage-a-holic Eva scared shitless."

Duncan just glared at her over his shoulder before turning back to Eva. "Okay, just take a deep breath and calm down. What was chasing you?"

Eva inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. "I dunno." She said. "I didn't get a good look at it. But it walked on two legs and kept moaning. At first I just thought it was Chris or someone trying to pull my leg… but I know that whatever is out there… it's real… and it wants something."

"Oh please. It was probably just a raccoon or something." Heather insisted.

"You really need to work on your attitude, you know that?" Duncan growled. "She's terrified! C'mon. Let's get you something to calm you down."

An hour Duncan and Eva were silently sitting in the Mess Hall sipping hot cocoa Chef had made for them. By now almost everyone was also awake and had joined them there, save for Chris. While the Gophers were having their own conversation at their table, the Bass were all questioning Eva about her mysterious stalker in the woods. "I keep telling you guys, I don't know who or what it was." Eva insisted, starting to get irritated.

"Okay, okay, we'll stop, just chill." Geoff said.

"Still, it's freaky though." Courtney said. "We're supposed to be the only people on the island a there are nut jobs in the woods."

"Who said it was human?" Herald questioned.

"She said it walked on two legs." Courtney pointed out.

"There are many bipedal animals, though most do walk on all fours most of the time… bears for example." Herald corrected her.

"Oh yes. Bears are much more comforting than psycho people." Bridgette said. "C'mon guys, let's drop the subject. Eva's freaked out enough as it is."

"Oh! I have an idea! Let's talk about who we think is getting voted off tonight!" Sadie suggested.

Katie agreed. "Yeah! That's a great…"

"No." Courtney said bluntly. "That's the last thing I want on my mind right now."

"Well what're we supposed to talk about then?" DJ questioned. "Those are the two big topics at the moment! And it's not like something is about to happen to distract us from the conversation…"

… Sure enough, DJ was wrong.

Eva, who had been wincing almost constantly since running into Duncan, suddenly groaned and hunched over the table. Everyone turned their attention to her, some thinking of the similar mysterious sickness that had hit Steve the day before. Someone called for Chef as Bridgette and Geoff helped her to her feet. They set her on the table and Chef came out and began looking her over, noting a small scrape on her ankle. Chef sighed. "Girl, tell me exactly what happened in them woods this mornin'."

Eva cringed and looked Chef in the eye. "Just out for a morning run… that thing came out of nowhere and started chasing me… I tripped… tried kicking it in the face when it came at me… tooth caught my ankle… managed to get away… pain started soon after."

"How come we couldn't tell before, eh?" Ezekiel questioned.

"Big pain threshold." Eva said before groaning again, sitting bolt upright and clutching her stomach. Then, suddenly, she stopped. She wasn't moaning in pain and her arms went limp, her head hanging down over her chest. "Strange feelings…" she managed to choke. "… getting… hun…gry" She fell back, collapsing onto the table, eyes lifeless and glassy.

Chef grabbed her wrist. "No pulse." He said. "She's gone."

There was a brief period of silence, everyone quietly mourning the unexpected loss of Eva. "What do we do now?" Leshawna questioned.

"Call her parents… cancel the show… attend a funeral." Chef said.

Before anyone else could say a word, the door suddenly slammed as Chris entered the room breathing heavily with a horrified look on his face and his hair was a mess. He was his back against the door as if blocking it. "Guys… we have a serious problem." He gasped.

"Yeah." Owen agreed. "Eva's dead."

"We have bigger problems." Chris said, ducking down and moving under the window. "Take a look."

Knowing how Chris was usually sarcastic and usually in a good mood, this new side of him frightened the campers enough to not dare move towards the window. Only Chef, Duncan, and Leshawna had the nerve. Following the TV hosts example. The crouched down and moved over to the wall below the window. There, Chef removed his hat and the three stood up slightly to get a look at what Chris was so scared of. What they saw nearly gave them a panic attack. There, slowly making their way towards the mess hall, was every camera person, crew member, and intern. The color had all but left their faces with lifeless expressions and they wouldn't stop moaning. "Are those what I think they are?" Leshawna asked nervously.

Duncan nodded. "I think they're…" he gulped. "… Zombies."

Then they heard another moan, this one coming from inside the building. They all slowly turned around to find Eva… standing on top of the Bass table, her face lifeless and her skin pale. Slowly she began moving forward, towards the crowd, and as she did her last words came back to them.

"Hungry…" Gwen muttered. "She's gunna eat us!"