Please don't kill me. And enjoy!

Bubblegum darts down the hall, eyes shifting to glance down every corridor as she grips her weapon in her hands. Heart pounding, she skids around a corner, hiding from her pursuers.

She sighs in relief, she lost them.

"Bonn-" A hushed voice says from behind her. The girl jumps, twisting around to jab her blade at her attacker. "Shit!" The goth before her jumps back just in time, "Be careful with that thing. God, it's just me."

"That doesn't really make me feel any better, Lee." She pants, seeing the boy before her; Marshall Lee, older brother of her best friend.

"Gee, thanks." The pale boy leans against the wall, his guard up as he glances down the small, dark hall they stand in. "I'll be sure to tell Marcy about that."

She sighs, "Sorry, I thought you were a zombie."

Marshall smiles softly, "Don't worry, you can trust me. How many are left?"

"Alive? I have no idea. My brother, Fionna and Finn are still safe. But others are dying. Fast." Bubblegum says, slowly lowering her small weapon. Marshall smiles, relieved that his friends aren't in any danger.

"Wait, what about Marcy?" He asks suddenly.

Bubblegum lowers her head, "I- I'm so sorry. …They got her. She's… gone." The last word's barely chocked out, almost inaudible.

Marshall staggers backward, holding his suddenly pounding head, "No… No, that can't be. She said she'd be okay. She's strong. And smart. No one would hurt her. No one could hurt her. How could… how?"

A tear forms in the pink-haired girl's eyes, "I'm sorry. I couldn't…. I couldn't save her."

"You were there? Who did it? Who killed my sister?" The boy asks determined, stepping forward to glare down at Bubblegum.

Just as Bubblegum opens her terrified mouth to speak, they hear a noise echoing through the empty hall. A groan. Low. Inhuman.

The two make eye contact, whispering simultaneously, "Zombie."

Marshall shuffles around Bubblegum, gripping his knife tightly as he slowly glances around the corner to the next dark hall. It's a zombie, alright.

It's Lady Rain. She died on the first day of the invasion. She staggers and leans against the wall, her head rolling to the side as she wanders down the hall. Marshall shudders as she stumbles, screeching in a distorted version of Korean.

It's not fair. She was too kind. Too peaceful. She wanted to marry Finn's best friend, Jake, and have a life. A family. It's just…

"Disgusting… That way." Marshall whispers, pointing the opposite direction. "Quickly. Go."

Bubblegum leads the way as Marshall follows, looking over his shoulder to be sure Lady doesn't find them. They slowly make their way to the hideout for the survivors, who's numbers are dwindling every minute. Down two more halls and they'll be free.

But the two come to a screeching halt just twenty feet from their destination. As they turn the corner to their safe haven, they're stopped short at the sight before them. Surrounding their only safety is a dozen of the undead.

They claw hungrily on the door, moaning in pain and hunger. The monsters groan with every movement, shifty eyes glaring daggers into the metal separating them and their next meal. They pound on the door, trying to break into where some of the survivors are staying.

Marshall's horrified. These aren't just dead strangers trying to eat his friends. These are dead friends trying to eat his friends. And that pain is something entirely worse.

Slowly he and Bubblegum sneak back a hall, leaning against the wall in shock.

"What do we do?" She asks quietly, more to herself than to Marshall. She's breathing heavily. She won't be able to last much longer. Bonnie was never meant to be a fighter.

"I dunno."

"Will they be okay?"

"Yeah, sure. The door will hold." He says, then adds quietly, "I hope."

Bubblegum shakes her head urgently, "No. No no no no. You don't understand." She stands in front of him, holding onto his black jacket as her knees are shaking too bad to hold her own weight, "I left Marceline in there. She's with them. Marsh, they're going to die! What do we do?"

Marshall suddenly turns on her, rage fills his eyes. He slams her against the lockers, making a loud echoing smash. The distant moaning stops for a second.

"You. Did. What?"

"Marceline. I left her in the safe room with the survivors. I- I couldn't leave her on her own. She's my best friend. I just couldn't… you've got to understand…" Bubblegum says quickly, her eyes looking around the halls. Her sweaty palms gripped Marshall's wrists, "Marsh, they're going to find us. They're going to hear." She glances in the direction where the zombies were, terrified. Tears fill her eyes and roll down her cheeks as the other holds her against the wall of lockers, trapped. She can hear them. They know. They're coming.

Marshall doesn't flinch as he hears the zombies approaching like a pride of starving lions, screeching happily at the chance for food. He knows the zombies will take their time getting here. They know something will be left.

There's always some leftovers. The living aren't that picky these days.

"Marsh!" She says, her voice growing in concern. They're moving faster now. She can hear their footsteps. Growing. Picking up pace. They can't be far now. She's panicking. She has to get away. She has to live. She can't die from these monsters!

"You left a zombie in the same room as my friends." Marshall hisses, his grip on her tightening painfully.

She screeches slightly in pain. "Y-yes! I tied her up! She's there so you can see her! I was going to get you! That's why I-"

Her next words where cut off as Marshall slides his dagger across her cheek, cutting it slowly. Her eyes widen in horror. "You?" she whispers.

Suddenly it all makes since.

Why would he be out here if not to look for his next victim? The living need food too, after all. He wasn't being friendly. He was tricking her. He knew the zombies where there. That's why he wasn't scared. He's nothing but a…

She openly sobs now, "No! Y-you monster. I can't believe it's you. You tricked me."

Marshall nods slowly, a proud grin stretches across his face, holding up a piece of paper with her name on it, "Yeah, I did. But you made it so easy." He shoves the dagger through her stomach, slicing her quickly. She falls to the floor, dead. Or soon to be. "That's for Marcy."

She won't stay that way for long, Marshall knows. He's also very much aware of the approaching zombies. Quickly searching her body, he finds a piece of scrap paper, similar to his own. Shoving it in his pocket, he drops his old paper next to her dead corpse.

And he runs.

The paper lying next to her slowly turns red with drops of her blood. When the zombies finally make it to the murder scene, they can't help but moan in disappointment. She's already dead.

With a low, murderous moan of hatred, the figure below the mob rejects death, and becomes one of the undead. Her fingers slowly come back to life, reaching forward shakily, they hesitantly grab the paper with only three words written on it.

Bonnibel Bubblegum

Deceased

So this one's going to be longer than my others. And yes, it will be a gumlee (marball).

If your confused now, just wait til the end. All will be explained. Más o menos.

Anyway, thanks for reading, feedback would be amazing.

Tell me what you think would happen, and I'll see how wrong you are! :D