It's been years since I actually wrote anything for a fanfiction, but I've returned from the shadowy depths of a realm ruled by writer's block. I fear that may happen again, but I'm really into this concept and just want to have fun with it so let's see how it goes.

So this is going to be a total drama zombie apocalypse story. I know others have done this, some of which have done excellent jobs, but I have my own ideas and rendition I'd like to try. I think the idea is interesting and people can get behind it.

There are a few things to note before you start reading. #1: This story takes place about a year after TDWT aired so only the season 1 contestants and the season 3 debutants will be featuring at first. Others from later seasons will show up later on in the story. #2: Many couples from the show are already a thing, as they were after TDWT. Many aren't in relationships, but that can change. As can the currently existing relationships. #3: Obviously a lot of people are going to die, so just prepare yourself for that.

WARNING: This story may contain scenes of violence, cursing, sexual content and death.

"Last season on Total Drama. I, Chris McLean, flew around the world, boasting about my excessive wealth and unforgettable TV personality!" The dazzling young host profusely proclaimed to the camera with a wink, "Additionally, I was forced to deal with seventeen teen freak shows and host a reality competition that in the end turned out to be a massive waste of money, time, and limbs from many of the contestants."

"I'll say," The stunningly attractive Spaniard, Alejandro, muttered, "I only recently got out of that robot suit you forced me into at the end of last season."

"Such a shame, I liked you better when you weren't able to talk to me." Heather taunted but Alejandro didn't seem thrown, "And Chris, the only reason I'm here is because you owe me money! I won last season, remember? I want my million dollars and then I'll be done with these losers for good."

"Calm down, and don't interrupt me ever!" Chris said, jabbing Heather in the shoulder with his finger for emphasis. The host turned back to the camera and beamed his award-winning smile once again, "After Ezekiel robbed Heather of the win last season, our show was faced with numerous lawsuits and other assorted problems. Luckily, Chef threw all the court notices into a shredder and accidentally shredded them. Who would've thought?"

"You can't just do that!" Courtney, the camp's CIT, was outraged, "You're going to go to jail McLean. And I am not going to tolerate another season of disgusting food, life-threatening challenges and-"

"Moving on!" Chris silenced the girl, "So thanks to Chef's quick thinking, we were able to rope all of our past contestants into coming back for an end-all be-all final season of Total Drama! And yes, I mean all twenty five contestants we've seen on this show. Sadly that includes-"

"Chris!" A much older blonde woman who the gang knew to be Blaineley spoke up to the host, "I shouldn't have even been a contestant in the first place and you know it. Therefore it's a breech in my contract and I demand to be released from doing this ridiculous show."

"Yup, even Blaineley is here to stay for the season!" Chris grinned and before Blaineley could protest further, he walked further down a boat dock.

"For this grand, epic season we've decided to come back to where it all started: Camp Wawanakwa! Isn't the place just a beaut?" Chris stated and the camera zoomed out to show the rundown cabins from season 1, the outhouse confessional, Chef's horrific dining hall, and the sub-par campgrounds around the common area and elimination zone.

"Um Craig?" Lindsay, the dumb blonde, rose her hand as she spoke to the host, "Can we go back to Paris instead? This place is kind of a drag."

"I second that motion," LeShawna, the loudest of the bunch, proclaimed, "y'all are so lucky most of you got to go. I can't believe I get booted before getting to strut my stuff in the city of love!"

"It was magical!" Sierra the super fan said with a squeal as she wrapped her arms tightly around Cody, "My Codykins even took me away from the challenge just to have a special date! That's when I knew Cody was seriously into me and it's been a fairytale ever since!"

"Probably because most of the things she talks about only happen in that peanut-sized brain of hers." Noah the know-it-all said disinterestedly as he dug in his rucksack for a book, "Can I please get eliminated already? I don't want to spend any more time than necessary around these Neanderthals."

"If we could all get back on topic please." Chris said, shooting a frown at Noah and Sierra, who both fell quiet for now. "Thank you. So because this is going to be our grand finale of a season, I've decided to split you guys up into 5 teams of 5 based on how much drama and impact you've had on the show. So now I'll divvy you all up and place you on your new teams."

"Team 1 will consist of: Duncan, Cody, Justin, Trent and Alejandro!" Chris tossed a banner over to Justin, "You are hereby christened Team Heartthrob!"

Cody grinned, immediately feeling the name was appropriate. Justin seemed to feel similar as he exclaimed, "I always knew I was the most beautiful competitor. And this year, I'll prove I'm the biggest heartthrob the contest has ever seen!"

"Um dude, that's not really something you should strive for." Trent told his fellow band mate.

"What a lame team," Duncan scoffed in annoyance, "I don't want to have anything to do with being called a 'player' or anything this season. I'm with Gwen and have been since last season. That's that."

"You can always go rant in the confessional if you want. I trust you remember where it is?" Chris asked smugly.

Confessional:

Duncan (arms crossed): Look, I know a lot of people were furious that I ended things with Courtney. And many call me a player for it too. But let me remind you all that I was not with Courtney when Gwen and I kissed. Got it?

Cody (grinning): Of course I'm a heartthrob. I mean, surely Gwen will fall for me this season. She has a new love interest every season! (blinks at camera for a moment as he realizes what he said).

~end confessional~

"Team 2 will consist of: Noah, Katie, Sadie, Ezekiel and DJ!" Chris said while throwing Ezekiel their team banner, "Given your performances in past seasons, we're naming you Team Disappointment!"

Confessional:

DJ (slightly offended): Disappointment? I've been in more episodes than half the contestants and Chris thinks I'm a disappointment? Well I can't have that, I'm here to make Momma proud after last season's animal curse debacle. I promise I've changed.

Katie & Sadie:

Katie: Omg I can't believe Chris called us disappointing!

Sadie: I know right? That was like, totally uncalled for! Even if we were only in one season!

Katie: For real. Also do you know why Ezekiel is suddenly a human again? I thought he was some weird mutant after last season but he seems normal again.

Sadie: Beats me, I just remember he was really sexist towards us in season one. So I think we'll vote for him first time we lose!

~end confessional~

"Team 3 will consist of: Izzy, Sierra, Harold, Eva and Beth!" Chris said, giving Sierra their team banner, "Given your wacky personalities, we've named your team, Team Crazies!"

"What?" Beth asked in shock, "But I'm not crazy!"

"I beg to differ," Blaineley muttered from off to the side, "I saw you bag a guard from London in that comeback challenge in ten seconds flat. And you had quite the look in your eyes when you did it."

Confessional:

Beth: I'm not crazy, Chris just wants to torture me! Why do some people mistake the desire for romance as being "crazy" (she uses air quotes). Some people.

Harold: Of course I'm not crazy, but I can see why the producers made this mistake. After attending Maniacal Steve's Maniac Camp to study up on a role I had in the upcoming school play, I learned how to let loose and act like...well like a crazy person. Gosh.

~end confessional~

"Team 4 will consist of: Heather, Gwen, LeShawna, Blaineley and Courtney!" Chris announced, handing the banner to LeShawna. "You ladies will be henceforth Team Drama Queens!"

"What? I'm not a drama queen!" Courtney protested and almost every single competitor burst out laughing.

"You mean I actually got to put up with Heather and Miss CIT Drama over there on the same team?" LeShawna asked, annoyed, and Chris nodded menacingly, "Man, I hate this show."

Confessional:

Gwen (sighs): I'm not surprised I've been put on the drama queen team. I never wanted to be in this position, but after last season with the whole Duncan and Courtney drama, I even became "The New Heather". I really just want to fix my relationship with Courtney and keep Duncan by my side this year.

Blaineley: I can't believe Chris is making me do this competition. And of course I'm stuck on a team filled with the bitchiest contestants ever on this show. Ugh, maybe I'll have us lose on purpose to either get myself or them eliminated. Whatever works.

~end confessional~

"And finally, team 5 consists of: Bridgette, Tyler, Lindsay, Geoff and Owen!" Chris handed Bridgette their team banner, "You five will be Team Dumb Luck!"

"Seriously?" Bridgette raised an eyebrow, "I've got to be one of the clumsiest, unluckiest players in the game. I always get unfairly eliminated and everything."

"Yeah but you're like totally awesome and lucky to have snagged Geoff!" Owen exclaimed happily and told her, "Geoff's a real winner."

Owen seemed to realize what he had said and how it might sound, so he flushed and said, "Oh um, I mean that Geoff's a great partier."

"Right on man!" Geoff gave him a high-five, "Let's get this party started!"

Confessional:

Tyler (smiling): I'm really happy that for the first time ever I get to be on a team with Lindsay! She's honestly everything I've ever wanted and she doesn't laugh at me when I have my various accidents. And the best part is, she knows my name again!

Bridgette (also happy): Chris actually did me a favor putting me on this team. I love Owen, Tyler and Lindsay as friends, and of course I'm with my Geoff. Geoff and I have gotten really close in the months between seasons. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life.

~end confessional~

"Now that we've picked teams, I'll remind our lovely viewers of the rules of this show." Chris commented as the whole group entered the campground, where they realized there were actually three more cabins than there was in season one: obviously for the five teams twist. "Each of our teams will compete in challenges each week as they work towards the ultimate goal of winning one million dollars! Each week, there will be a winning team and a losing team. The winning team will enjoy luxurious rewards, while the losing team will be required to vote someone from their team off the island. And they can never come back. Ever!"

Chris was temporarily distracted by the snapping of a picture and he glared over at Sierra, who happily said, "Oh don't mind me, I just always wanted to do that, hehe! My mother is going to love having upfront pictures of the best host ever!"

Chris seemed satisfied with the sucking up so he didn't confiscate the camera. He continued explaining the rules, though some had already drowned him out and were talking amongst themselves.

"Hey have any of you guys seen Chef yet?" Izzy asked with a bit of a glint in her eye.

"No, but something is making me afraid of why you're asking." Beth took a step away from the red-head in fear.

Confessional:

Izzy (grinning): Old Cheffy boy and I have some unfinished business. Since I was disqualified due to injury last season, I never got to chew him out for not letting me fly the TDWT plane after Paris. He lost that bet fair and square and he knows it. So I'm coming for you Chef!

~end confessional~

~elsewhere on the island~

Chef Hatchet was walking quietly through the dense woods of Wawanakwa Island. Years of experience had taught him how not to draw attention to himself. Place your foot here, dodge that branch there, and so on and so forth. It had served him well in his military years, and now he used these skills to help Chris set up the campers for various challenges.

"Stupid, pointless show," Chef grumbled to himself, "thank goodness this is the last season or I might just die."

At this current moment in time, Chef was expected to sneak around the woods and slowly start snatching the campers, with each taken contestant being a point deducted from their team while they performed other challenges. Chef thought this a rather juvenile and pointless task, but he didn't have much of a choice. Chris pretty much owned him; Chris was the one who got Chef out of jail so he would take this role.

A sound caught Chef's attention and he came to a quick stop. It sounded as if someone with a lot less experience moving silently had just stepped on a branch off to the west of Chef's position. His eyes narrowed as he listened intently and heard more footsteps that were getting louder and louder. Uncertain of who or what was approaching him, Chef crouched down behind a large oak tree and waited. A few moments later, a shape came running past and Chef pounced, lunging towards the living organism and tackling it to the ground.

It was one of the interns, and he looked even worse than usual. His clothes were practically worthless as they had been torn and ripped all along the fabric, and his hair was a mess. Chef vaguely recalled that this intern usually wore glasses, but said spectacles were nowhere to be seen. The intern was also visibly sweating, the salty liquid gleaming off the man's pale white skin. Chef also noticed, after a moment of peering at the man, that the intern had a bite mark from what the cook assumed was a wild animal, located on his neck.

"Chef! Of thank God it's you!" The intern's face broke into an expression of relief, "We got to get out of here man!"

"What in God's name are you doing running around in the woods?" Chef said harshly as he and the intern both got back to their feet.

"Look I know you're not going to believe me, but there are things on the island. Things that are trying to kill us all!" The intern sure sounded terrified. Chef rose an eyebrow.

"Make some sense damn it, what things? Boars? Bears?"

The intern shook his head, "No, they're like people. Only they feast on the blood of the humans they catch. I watched those monsters tear the other interns apart, but the worst part was after they were done feasting, some of the interns...came back."

"Came back?" Chef was baffled, "But that's impossible. You must be high or-"

Another sound caused the cook to stop talking. The intern paled with fright as the duo heard the sounds of many footsteps heading their direction. The intern started tugging on Chef's arm, trying to lead him away from the oncoming horde. Chef braved a look past the tree and his heart rose up in his threat: horde was an understatement. Headed towards him was a mass contingent of what looked like people. But something in their movements made Chef think twice about calling them "humans". All of them were almost shambling about, very uncoordinated, and they all were caked with fresh blood. Several were missing limbs, eyes, ears, teeth, clothes, and even huge chunks of some of their stomachs had been physically ripped from their bodies. It was a sickening sight.

Finally Chef turned to the intern and said, "Alright, you were right. I don't have a clue what those things are, but we aren't hanging around to find out. We're going to my shack, loading up with the weapons I got there, and getting ourselves and the kids out of here."

The intern merely nodded in agreement, relieved that Chef was finally ready to flee. The two quickly scampered off into the woods, leaving the slow but massive group of monsters behind. The intern was saying a quick, unintelligible prayer to whatever deity might be listening as they ran. Chef didn't blame the man. The cook wasn't exactly religious himself, but after seeing that, perhaps a little faith wasn't a bad idea.

~Back with the cast~

"Behold, the mega obstacle course of death!" Chris shouted gleefully as he gestured with his hands at the mammoth set of challenges before him. The whole thing was gigantic, but if you looked closely it appeared to be falling apart almost everywhere. The very foundations of the construction were clearly preparing to cave in.

"Um Chris, I'd like to express some safety concerns about this challenge." Courtney exclaimed, "I.e., I am not putting myself through that when the whole thing might collapse on me!"

"I think Courtney's right," Gwen said, much to the shock of many, "I'm not really willing to risk injury because of that thing."

Duncan looked perplexed at the fact that his girlfriend seemed to be trying to get along with Courtney; his teammate Trent looked equally intrigued. However, no one had time to say anything as a certain irritated host stated, "It's called contracts people! You've performed more dangerous challenges before anyway, what's the big deal?"

"I kind of agree with the girls," Owen said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "ever since the plane fell on top of me and partially crushed me, I've been a lot less inclined to put myself in danger. You never know when you're going to go, right?"

"Relax Big O, I'm sure the obstacle course will be fine!" Izzy cackled as the second half of the entire course fell apart into a giant heap of rubble and broken parts, "Ha-ha, fun!"

Confessional:

Owen: After Izzy's brain was fixed on the aftermath show, I've been waiting to make my move to get her back. A lot of people forget we technically did break up, I just don't know how I'm going to ask her. But don't worry, Owen and Izzy will be together again!

Courtney (frowning): Did you notice that? Gwen agreeing with me? Maybe she's trying to make amends? Well whatever, I'll never trust her again after what she did. She and Duncan can rot for all I care.

~end confessional~

"We'll have the obstacle course back up and running in no time." Chris reassured the contestants, though no one seemed interested, "Interns!"

After waiting a few moments, absolutely no one came to heed Chris' call. Chris frowned: the interns always came running when he called. They knew the consequences of disobeying. He attempted one more time, "Interns! Interns get over here and repair the course immediately!"

Again, not a single person came at Chris' request. Geoff laughed a bit and said to Chris, "Dude, I think they want a raise or something."

"Considering how little he paid us when we hosted the aftermath show, I can see why." Bridgette whispered to Geoff, and the party boy grinned at her.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you and your jokes?" Geoff asked her, wrapping his arms protectively around her.

"Not enough times." Bridgette giggled and gave him a quick kiss for his efforts.

"Ew, get a room please." Heather rolled her eyes at the display of love and affection, "This show is called Total Drama, not Total PDA."

"Relax Heather, we aren't even airing right now while Chris tries to find out what's going on." Trent said, looking relatively relaxed.

"Yeah, but maybe because the camera man is gone, eh?" Ezekiel pointed over to where the camera was originally positioned. Everyone discovered he was right: even the camera man seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Worker's strike maybe?" Cody joked.

"This place doesn't even have a makeup department and that alone is enough to protest about." Blaineley replied, "But something seems...off to me."

"Cake?" Owen offered Blaineley a piece of cake he'd apparently smuggled onto the island earlier that day, "It's vanilla with lemon. Your favorite."

"This is so strange." Chris murmured to himself as he surveyed the area and none of the crew were anywhere in sight. He had hundreds of staff and employees working on this show; there was no way they all just happened to leave all of a sudden. Chris pulled out his walkie-talkie and said, "Chef? Chef are you there?"

There was no response. And by now, the reality show host was starting to get seriously scared. What the hell was going on?

~Chef's shack~

"Wow Chef, I didn't know you had all this stuff!" The intern, who Chef had learned was named Russell, stood in awe as he took in the array within Chef's wood shack. Lining the wall over the fireplace were two hunting rifles, and in a locked closet that Chef quickly opened with his key, the intern saw two handguns and two shotguns along with plenty of ammunition for each.

"You never know when you need to defend yourself." Chef said, while silently thinking about all those times he'd envisioned using these guns to flee the island from Chris' reign of terror. "Stuff the ammo into those duffel bags over there. I'll grab the guns and then we'll haul ass back to the main camp and get everybody else."

Russell appeared compliant with the plan, but after shoving some of the ammo into the bags Chef indicated, he started coughing fervently. At first, neither thought it meant much, but soon Russell was rolling around on the wooden floor and coughing up blood. Chef knelt down next to him and put his hand to the man's forehead: burning hot.

"The bite," Chef's eyes widened as he realized, "Russell, didn't you say the others got bitten and that turned them into those...things?"

Russell had tears going down his face at this point and he nodded, "I hoped maybe it wouldn't affect me, but I can f-feel something happening in my b-b-body. Ah!"

Russell shouted as an inner body experience brought him pain and he started foaming at the mouth. As he sobbed and choked, he locked eyes with Chef Hatchet. Chef could see the pleading in the man's gaze. His expression hardened as he hold up one of the hand guns to Russell's head.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I saw what those things are. I won't let you be one of them." Chef explained and Russell seemed to be nodding amidst the unbearable pain he was experiencing. "I'm sorry."

There was a resounding bang from the shack in the woods. Chef didn't look back at Russell's body, or the blood soaked floor of what had been his home for filming season. He grabbed the duffel bags and all of the guns, tossing most of them into the bags of ammo, and hoisting it over his shoulder. He opened the door to his shack and stepped outside. The sun was starting to go down and Chef saw a few of those creatures come stumbling out from the woods and into the clearing of his hut. Chef grimaced as he was forced to look upon those horrific monsters, but he had no time to sit and watch. Without another thought, the burly cook took off in the opposite direction as the creatures and towards the camp.

"I've got to warn them."

~Back with the cast~

Chris McLean had been pacing for nearly twenty minutes before he finally decided to take the competitors back to the main campground. He canceled the challenge until further notice, an announcement that relieved most of the teens.

"Another day where I don't have to deal with Chris' nagging, murderous obstacle courses, or obnoxiously arrogant competitors. Hip-hip hurray." Noah said incredibly unenthusiastically as he continued reading his book.

"Isn't anyone worried about Chef and the missing interns?" Beth couldn't help but ask what had been on her mind for the last hour.

"Of course not," Heather scoffed, "this is probably all part of some lame challenge Chris thought up. Don't think too much of it."

"Girl quit pretending like you know everything, I think this is serious." LeShawna said and Heather frowned at her, "I don't think I've ever seen Chris look so worried, and that boy is some kind of psycho most of the time."

"Of course, LeShawna is correct." Alejandro agreed, "Someone of such wit and intelligence ought not be discounted, Heather."

"Oh no, no, no, no. Not this time sugar." LeShawna glared at Alejandro, "Don't think you can pull the same flirty crap on me this time around. Be grateful you aren't on my team or I'd rip you to shreds and send you packing immediately."

Alejandro didn't seem thrilled, but Justin took this as an opportunity to show up Alejandro. He'd harbored a deep resentment for him since he replaced him for the third season of the show and he wanted his revenge.

"My fair LeShawna, I think you're the most-" Justin began but was immediately cut off by Chris coming over to rant.

"It's been hours! There are no crew members in sight and Chef isn't answering the walkie-talkie! Even worse, I'm stuck sitting around with all of you until I find out what's going on!"

"Forgive us if we don't take pity on your current 'plight'." Eva snorted derisively at the host and went back to doing pushups.

"We aren't doing the challenge today, don't you think that's kind of unnecessary?" DJ asked his teammate while she did her exercise.

"Nope, it never is. I find working out to be the perfect way to let off some steam. And apparently I need to do it a lot cause some seem to believe I have anger issues." Eva said as if this concept were ridiculous.

The sun had almost completely set at this point and Chris' nervousness was only getting worse. "Chef has never done this before. Something must've happened..."

"Don't be so worried about your boyfriend." Noah mocked with a bit of a smirk, "I'm sure Chef will surprise you with a bouquet of flowers and sweep you off your feet later tonight."

"Maybe we should start thinking about going to our cabins?" Courtney suggested, looking a little concerned, "All of us standing around waiting isn't really accomplishing anything."

"She just doesn't want to admit she's afraid of the dark." Duncan whispered to Geoff and Courtney glared at the pair of them.

"She's right," Chris said, ignoring Noah's comment, "everyone go back to your team cabins and get some sleep. I'll alert you what the situation is when I know more."

Without too much delay, the campers each proceeded to their respective team cabins. Each of the cabins had a boys side and girls side that the group found acceptable for accommodations. Meanwhile, Chris headed over to the mess hall where he decided to wait for Chef. Surely his oldest friend would return and tell him what on Earth was going on. The host drummed his fingers nervously on the table, hoping for answers. Nobody kept Chris McLean in the dark.

After hours of waiting, Chris actually jumped in surprise when Chef Hatchet came barreling into the mess hall. The strong cook slammed the door shut behind him, and when Chris made a move to speak, the cook silenced him.

"We got a serious problem." Chef breathed out quietly, "The island is under attack."

"Attack?" Chris' eyes widened, "Thieves? Terrorists?"

Chef shook his head and said one word that terrified Chris more than anything he thought possible, "Undead."

At Team Unlucky's cabin, the trio of guys had mixed interest in the current proceedings. Noah seemed to be ignoring his teammates completely as he was perfectly content to read his beloved novel. DJ seemed worried if anything: he had never done well under uncertain circumstances. He just wish someone would explain what was happening so that another psycho-killer with a hook incident didn't happen again. Ezekiel seemed much more interested in the situation, and he was constantly looking out the cabin door window to see if Chef came back.

"Would you close that door already?" Noah finally snapped at the prairie boy, "It's cold out and the wind keeps blowing the pages of my book around."

"Alright, alright." Ezekiel surrendered and closed the cabin door, "Just thought I'd check on the girls, eh."

"Don't forget to watch what you say around them." DJ kindly reminded him, "Remember why you got kicked out last time?"

Ezekiel nodded, "I do, and that's not going to happen again. I just wanted to make sure they were alright with all that's happening, eh."

"Oh my gosh Katie, this is so scary." Sadie said to her only bunk buddy, which happened to be her best friend.

"I know, do you think Chef ever came back?" Katie asked.

Sadie shrugged, "I don't know, but I'm starting to think summer camp was a bad idea. Maybe we should have stayed home."

"That's quitter talk." Katie clicked her tongue, "We're going to be fine Sadie, I'm sure of it. Heather was probably right about this just being some scary challenge."

There was a knock from outside their cabin door and the girls both jumped. Sadie stuttered out, "W-what do you m-make of t-that then Katie?"

"It's probably just Chris trying to mess with us. Or maybe it's one of the guys from our team." Katie pondered as the knocking continued, "If it is, I hope it's DJ. He's so hot!"

"Oh my gosh you are so right!" Sadie exclaimed as she made her way over to the door, "Coming!"

Sadie opened the cabin door and yelped in surprise. It most certainly was not DJ, Ezekiel or Noah. It was a girl, dressed as an intern, only she looked rather odd. She had this glossy look in her eye and she was reaching for Sadie with gnarled, blackened arms.

"Sorry, can I help, ah!" Sadie screamed as the girl suddenly lunged for her and bit down into her neck. Sadie shrieked as the intern continued taking portions of flesh from her body and shoving it into her mouth.

"Katie!" Sadie screeched as bits of her cheek were now being torn off and her best female friend for life looked on in horror and threw up.

Katie just watched in shock as the monster continued making a meal of Sadie and soon Sadie stopped screaming. She stopped making any sound at all. And as Katie unconsciously cried in fear, she saw one more intern outside with a similar look to the first one. And the intern turned towards her.

So there you have it, the first chapter and first death of many to come. I'll keep a running list for those alive and those dead at the end of each chapter for your convenience. Don't forget to drop me a review, favorite or follow. I promise I don't bite.

DEAD: Sadie

ALIVE: Owen, Gwen, Heather, Duncan, LeShawna, Geoff, Izzy, DJ, Lindsay, Bridgette, Trent, Eva, Harold, Courtney, Beth, Cody, Tyler, Katie, Justin, Noah, Ezekiel, Alejandro, Sierra, Blaineley, Chris, Chef