"Y-You can't… kill me," 2D choked out through the pressure of his pulsing head, feeling like his indented eyes would pop out of his sockets and his mind would burst. Murdoc sat awhile in thought before he loosened his throttling grip on his singer's black and blue throat. He gasped and spluttered for breath as Murdoc got off of him with a morbid stare.

2D held his burning neck and pushed himself up weakly and, despite the pain, he was grinning hazily at him. With a swift kick of the Cuban heeled boot, 2D was knocked back down on the ground once again, his teeth disconnecting with his gum. 2D groaned and Murdoc bent over him with a dangerous glare. "But I can hurt ya…" 2D twitched in agony and blood dibbled down the sides of his mouth. "And I'll make damn sure you'll never forget it," he whispered and walked away.

Get up Stupot; don't let him get through to you. You're still the heart of the band with the angelic voice and the pure talent of creativity and power in words. You're the one who comes up with tunes and created a whole genre yet to be classified. Murdoc needs you. He was the stinking shit under people's shoe before you came along. He's dirt without you. The Dirt beneath your feet. Murdoc saw you as a god and that's what you still are you blue-haired smut so get up and keep a mild groove on.

2D sat up wiping the blood from his chin on his long sleeve, sucking the coppery taste and balancing the heavy dew in his eyes. Tears of victory not pain though he was far from the winner's glow. He pulled himself up and lankily walked the opposite direction from The Dirt. 2D sniffed and tried to forget the incident of upsetting Murdoc (somehow or another, he really couldn't figure out if he actually did something wrong or was just there) The lift dinged as it stopped on his floor and 2D watched for a late witness. The doors opened and Noodle jumped out lightly singing to herself still deeply engaged in her Nintendo. She bumped into rigid 2D and dropped it with a small gasp.

"I'm sorry, 2D, I did not see where I was going," she began with a giggle and collected her contraption. 2D smiled lightly becoming more aware of the swelling gum and ruffled her hair playfully.

"That's alright, luv. I was just (getting the shit kicked out of me) going for a little stroll." Noodle looked away with a rose pink glow on her cheeks and examined her Nintendo for scratches finding eye contact to flustering. 2D saw their small talk was going nowhere and thought of more urgent matters (than standing in the middle of a dark corridor in throbbing pain with a flirty teenager blocking my path) like the bubbling blood in his throat, to attend to. "Catch ya later, Noods."

He waved a lazy arm and stepped into the lift as she did her oh so girlie gestures. The door closed and whilst waiting patiently for the lift to descend, 2D choked on the coppery in his mouth not to fond of the taste. Red spots splattered into the palm of his hand with a loud hack straining his bruised chords. 2D stumbled out of the lift and into his room where he slammed his door like a moody child had just been grounded. He fumbled with his pills and dry swallowed them, the pain thickening as the drug squeezed through his throat. Then the pill got stuck.

Well that was a bit thick of you Stupot, wasn't it? Now that pill's wedged in your poor, poor aching throat. No wonder you get beaten to a pulp every night you shit for brains

The pill slid down with ease after a large gulp of dusty tap water. He rolled onto his bed and stared at the ceiling with a finger poking about inside his mouth. He gently pressed (the remainder) of his teeth until he found one that wriggled. "Shit," he moaned and took back his drool-soaked hand sullenly. He didn't want to have to put up with loosing another tooth to Murdoc. For God's sake, they were his adult teeth, they would never grow back. But (after millions of tears and lonely nights) it was just another tragedy to repress and the best cure was always that extra pill and a good night's sleep.

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"Fucking dickweed! Arrgh!" Murdoc's frustrated ranting echoed over the cool night and foreboding lands. He leaned his greasy forehead on the railings with a sigh. "Why do I bother… That dullard is right… I… But I mustn't let him forget his place!" He jumped back up seething with burning flames in his eyes. "It's my band! My home! My money! My rules and MY VOCALIST!" he yelled into the landfill scene where constant shit was cooking below, the source of the reeking stench for a backyard.

You're ego, you're reputation and you're failure. Who are you kidding, Mudsie? Yes the kid is an asshole with as much intelligence as a fish and yes he's in the band but you do not own him. He can walk out anytime 'cos for him anywhere apart from here would be better. Bands really are destroyed by their own success. So you just watch yourself mate.

After Murdoc had cooled his head, he wasn't quite feeling like turning in for the night so instead went on a little wander. He lit a new lucky lung and blew out the smoke while walking around the outsides of Kong. A full moon glowed behind smoggy clouds and thick mist and the night was anything but silent. Crows and insects and creatures yet unknown watched their prey trample through the woods and into the graveyard where the foulest of all monsters roamed. Murdoc's boots tramped through sludge with a muddy squish until he reached a clearing where the gravestones stood in deathly majesty. Murdoc dropped the finished fag and stepped onto hollow ground.

You can do it with a shuffle/ you can do it with a stroll/ you can do it with a stride/ you can do the unknown on a walkabout

He meandered past the graves and read them randomly not realising he was actually waking the dead when he stomped on them. A gentle groan and scratching noises whispered through the air halting Murdoc sending shivers down his spine. He turned back slowly stunned as the movement become more animate.

You dick, what are you DOING? Why are you out here? RUN!

"Nah, nah..." he licked his dry lips. "Didn't I warn ya?" he asked the (now more than 1) groans 6 feet under. "You're not supposed to be out tonight!" he yelled trying to overcome his fear. The groans became louder, raspy and scratches turned to fists against the worm's party earth. The graves behind him started to erupt and not before long they would have surfaced and come running for a nice fresh flexed flesh feed. "You bastards…"

The zombies aggressed and shrieked and Murdoc fell to his hands and knees as the ground rocked. A bony, with partially rotting flesh, hand dug from the dirt and Murdoc's jaw dropped and eyes bulged. It wasn't like this was his first encounter with the undead (no no dear boy, far from it) but the sight of them would make any man sick to their stomach every time. He scrambled to his feet but another hand burst from the dirt and grabbed his ankle, dragging him back down again. "Aaah!" he screamed like a girl.

1 hand, 1 arm, 2 arms, a shoulder and now heads started to emerge from the earth. Grime-stained mousy hair rose beside his thwacking hands and it croaked dust from its parched mouth. Murdoc froze as the zombie snapped and cracked it's skull up to meet his gaze. It slowly advanced, still breathing dust and wheezing, with sagging colourless skin ripped to reveal cheek bone and worms squirming through rotting flesh. But it was the eyes is what was most intimidating and heart-pacing of all. They were as alert and vicious as ever and once they made contact they could never let go. Overcome with black gloom. Murdoc snapped the hand away, the zombie moaning, and got to his feet and ran for it with the hand still clinging onto his jeans hem.

Their groans turned into growls as their teeth appeared, the strongest (and sharpest) of all their bones still intact and those with the stronger bones could begin to run. Murdoc stopped to look back to which he soon regret and ran as fast as his skinny legs could carry him back into the forest as the hand plonked on the ground. He ran a decent minute and stopped finally when he could no longer see them but he could still hear the harrowing creepy sounds. The mist had become heavier and Murdoc wasn't sure he had seen the same tree sequence as he had came in. He gathered more breath and ran again but he knew he was lost and the crowd was catching on.

He changed his direction slightly then tried weaving randomly throughout thick black trees in a frantic attempt to find home but soon gave up. He collapsed onto the muddy earth face-first panting and weeping though he had lost his predators. He was gonna die, was all he could think. The zombies would soon find him by instinct and eat him alive and screeching but no one would hear him. And suddenly Murdoc had regretted leaving his band on a bad note and screaming his egoism to the world. He might've even apologised…

Watching the grass grow down there? GET THE FUCK UP YOU SOD! THEY'RE COMING!

He looked up to see them coming and he saw movement of the figures on black scenery but it was too dark to distinguish between the two. He jumped to his feet and began to run again only now he could hear their footsteps so clearly- THWACK!

Murdoc smacked dead into a tree and landed with a thud back on the ground. He cried in agony and held his hot head becoming tender. He pushed himself up as the zombies were mere yards away and there was no time for a head start flight. One zombie grabbed him but Murdoc turned and punched its empty skull earning a large crack. He guessed it collapsed because it was after his feet now and was pulling him down. Murdoc missed and kicked the air falling down with yells boiling his blood. It seethed in his face its grinning expression and Murdoc could see clearly this one was the most fresh of them all. He tried to shake off its tight grip on his arm and it sank its teeth into his forearm and bit.

Murdoc screamed, "MOTHER-FUCKER!" and plunged it back down into the ground. He scrambled with pain and heard the zombies trip over the one lying on the ground possibly dead-dead. Finally! Relief! A sign, he saw a lick of light through the trees and a clear space ahead. He yelled joyfully and ran faster towards it and it was indeed Kong Studios. He ran faster than ever through the gate and up the hill, his mind was throbbing and his legs were aching but the zombies weren't giving up and neither was he. He ran inside the carpark and screamed coarsely, "DULLARD! 2D! SCYTHE! ZOMBIE-" he hyperventilated like an asthmatic after the Olympics and saw them enter the carpark still running like hell. "2D! ZOMBIES!"

He reached on top of his Winnebago for his scythe and slid it out, gripping it readily with sweaty and muddy hands. He glanced at the bite from the bastards and tugged his sleeve over it that gave him hot and cool chills. Their shrieks echoed through the carpark and Murdoc had that sickening feeling of dread once again that he was on his own then 2D's door burst for the singer himself with a destructive glare and scythe in hand.

The pair approached the zombies roaring and waving their scythes at them, slicing off the limbs, decapitating and stabbing like the annual massacre they were so used to. Blood spurt into their faces in speckles and splatters on the ground. 2D slaughtered more than tired old Murdoc, to him is was a sport and most probably a favourite. Within minutes, 2D sliced the scythe into the shoulder and yanked it back out again and the last zombie dropped to the ground like the rest still squirming and twitching and bleeding, yearning to eat them whole. Murdoc dropped his dripping scythe with a clatter and wiped the sweat from his face turning to 2D. "Thanks mate," he breathed leaning over his knees.

2D turned to him without a trace of a smile on his face. "Don't mention it." He watched the zombies again not bothering to finish them off. Murdoc looked at his right arm and a large wet blood stain formed. He sighed and held it in front of him as he bled furthermore making it hard for 2D to ignore. "You awright?"

"Yeah… just a cut. Don't even remember how I got it."

"… Why were you out at the graveyard anyway?" he asked like he was asking a moron.

"Well, I wasn't taunting them, sunshine. Didn't think they'd hear me in the land of the living. I was going for a walk and they came after me."

"And it serves you right," he hissed. Murdoc looked at him but didn't scowl back. He was more feeling guilt because he knew he wouldn't forgive him after what he had said. Randomly the lift dinged, opened and out stepped Russel.

"What's going on down- wow!" he stopped and stared down at the bloody mass murder before him as the zombies struggled. "How did they get in here?"

"They wanted a piece of me. Literally. And I gave it to them." (Literally…) He glanced at his arm.

"Man, you haven't been doing one of your harmless strolls again, have you?"

"Oh, Russ, of course not!" Murdoc emphasized to which Russel rolled his eyes. At least he got them. 2D abruptly turned around and walked back into his bedroom with his scythe still dripping and closed the door. Murdoc shook his head lowly and Russel waited for an answer from him for his glumness. Murdoc glanced back at him. "The zombies were picking on him."

Russel scoffed and stood beside him replacing 2D and watched the zombies squirm and the puddles of blood almost reach their toes. "Are you gonna put them out of their misery? Or just let them squirm there?"

"Shoot 'em in the head," he whispered. "Hey, we brought down the suckers now it's your turn. I'm going to bed." He headed back to his Winnebago and Russel just shrugged and hopped back into the lift. After all, he never came down here anyway so it wasn't him who would have to walk around the crime scene and deal with the moans everyday. Or have some damn groovy pets. Murdoc shut his door and walked into his bathroom. He peeled away the blood-soaked cloth and stared with disgust at the bleeding teeth marks and took what seemed like hours to comprehend what that bite meant. He was infected. He was dying. And when he finally will kick the bucket he'd become one of them. "How… unfortunate," he smiled, the traumatism too overwhelming.

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