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A/N: ZOMBIES ZOMBIES ZOMBIES! They seem to be taking over everything huh? I BLAME THE AWESOME GAMES L4D, L4D2 and DEAD ISLAND!(Holy sh*t, best ever games)! So, I've had this idea floating around in my head for a real long time now, and I might continue with it if you'd be so kind as to review afterwards. :D

Chapter 1: Slawter House

Gary's mind had not been in the right place since the orderly left his cell a few minutes earlier, needle in hand. Now all he was able to do was meander quietly in his mind, since the needle didn't leave a lot of cognitive power in place. He'd been working on that though, in fact, that was what he was doing. At least that's what he convinced himself to be doing. You see, the needle was what they gave patients who either tried to escape or kill one another. Oh, and try to take over the asylum. Basically, the Asylum must've had a healthy supply of the medicine the orderlies adored administering. He would've succeeded if it weren't for the needle. It made him really sleepy, but he couldn't sleep. It made him want to vomit, but he couldn't. It made him incompetent and useless. Moreover, it made him mad, the term used loosely of course.

It was at that point when he realized he had thought of all the previously mentioned that made him twitch his mouth into a smirk. Now that was a first. A year in Happy Volts Asylum whilst under the effects of the needle a quarter of the time was slowly paying off, on Gary's end of course. Slowly but surely, he was becoming immune to the needle. He strived to be like the kook across the hall from himself, not the crazy eyes nor the mindless train of thought, just how he seemed to be immune to the effects of the needle. It was either he was immune or he was always on the needle. Gary did not know for sure. Nevertheless, Gary's mind was manifesting thoughts and facial expressions were becoming easier as the seconds passed. Once Gary Smith noticed something, he did not go halfway. He was forcing himself to become fully functional, and the orderly was just rounding the corner to go on his break as Gary pulled himself up, smiling maniacally to himself.

"Huh, didn't think that'd be so easy." Gary croaked to himself as he lazily swung his legs off the dirty mattress. His body felt numb, but he was aware he could move and his throat felt clenched as he spoke. Clearly, his body did not want to fight off the effects as much as his mind did. He made a move to stand, but fell flat on his face. "Okay, maybe not. I think I'll just lie here for a bit..."

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He'd been lying on the floor for a good twenty minutes or so. It's not like he was in a hurry.

"It's not just that, Dr. Slawter. He's becoming immune to our treatments..." the voice of the orderly who'd jabbed the needle in Gary's leg could be heard in the semi-quiet hall. Gary guessed it was because they didn't think the crazies cared what was being said. The teacher's name definitely caught Gary's attention, having not heard anything from Bullworth since the single letter he got from Peter Kowalski at the beginning of what would've been his senior year in that shithole, not that he read it of course. Gary sidled along the floor to the wall as he sat himself up, still trying to shake off the numbness in his limbs. He managed to pull himself up to the door see the approaching people.

Treatments, Gary's mind scoffed; the straight-to-the-point kind? I wonder what these morons are up to.

"That is not of my concern. Why was I called here?" He heard the old, cranky voice unintentionally over power the orderly's. He heard mumbling as the two men stopped in front of his cell, so he smiled at them expectantly. Apparently he just freaked them out.

"What're you looking at, psycho?" The orderly sneered at the crazy smile on Gary's face, which only made him smile harder.

"I was just wondering; who does your hair?" Gary's sardonic ways never failed him, and the expression's he received because of them never kept him bored. Well, that was the story before he got locked up. No thanks to that squinting ape sitting on his throne back at school. The bald orderly didn't even second-glance him after the two turned around to open the cell behind them; that kook's cell. Gary couldn't remember his name for the life of him; he'd lost interest in them within the first week of being locked up. Sure, when he'd say something to freak out a patient, no matter which one, they'd flail around and scream until an orderly came along and administered the proper treatment that they'd been specially trained to do.

Yeah, right. And Gary was a huggable teddy bear. Those orderlies didn't go by anything but the needle. Apparently, dealing with the mentally challenged properly wasn't as rewarding as abusing them seemed to be. Gary did not classify himself as mentally challenged, unless being unable to stop his never-ending, brilliant, thought process counted. Point being, the flailing and screaming could only amuse Gary for so long. Other than that, it was like walking amongst the dead. Gary strained to listen to what was being said in the cell across the hall from him.

"Hey Mr. Slawter, I mean Doctor, remember me?" Gary wanted to get their attention, in hopes he'd distracted the conversation so they'd subconsciously speak louder. It worked, and that was all Gary cared. Dr. Slawter eyed him cautiously, while speaking over the considerable moaning emanating in the cell he was standing in.

"I still don't understand why you need me here. Is your facility not capable of handling its own duties?" Regardless of his protests, Gary could tell that the man was there because he wanted to be. Old people, they loved something to complain about, and if attending an asylum met the quota, then so be it.

"I, I'm just taking the orders, sir." The orderly shrugged as he started to prep a needle for the very audible patient before them. It bothered Gary that he couldn't see exactly what was going on. Now, whatever Robby, that was the name Gary remembered for the kook, whatever he went through to become immune to the needle, it certainly didn't look worth the effort. That said; whatever they were planning on doing to him must've been quite important since the bald orderly had forgotten he'd given Gary the needle not even half an hour earlier. Normally, Gary would be down for hours.

"Did you double the dosage?" Slawter raised an eyebrow as the orderly jabbed Robby's leg. The orderly nodded his head and continued.

"Twice, and he still gets up and does whatever he wants. This morning, he pushed Frank into the TV in the Rec Room." Gary's limbs had pins and needles travelling through them as they regained composure. This proved to be the most interesting occurrence since the Spaghetti Night-mare incident that earned Gary's first ever needle treatment. Who knew all those crazies could fit all that spaghetti inside of them, and then believe Gary Smith on what went in their treasured spaghetti? And who knew all that spaghetti could fit in the orderlies? If there are any questions, I don't suggest you ask.

"Well, what else are you doing t- - -" Slawter's voice ended in a gurgle while the orderly stepped back against the door and left the cell. Gary noticed he didn't hear the moaning or grumbling anymore; what he did hear was slightly nauseating, since he couldn't actually see what had happened to the doctor.

"Holy shit." The orderly turned to rest against the wall away from the door. He realized Gary was standing at his door still and came inside within the second. "What did you see, kid?"

"Enough to get you fired." Gary nodded as he leaned against the wall of his cell. He was barely fazed by the possibility that the teacher was probably dying as they spoke. The orderly gritted his teeth as he held up a needle.

"That is not what I meant." He lunged at Gary as he ducked. At that moment, as Gary glanced out the window of the door, he saw the door to Robby's cell was open. Then there was the emergency alarm that opened all the doors.

Great timing. Gary smiled as he slipped out of the door and ripped around the corner of the hallway without looking back. He ran down the few cases of stairs to the first floor level. He looked around the showers, where he had stopped to take a break. He was almost at the front door. This place is a freak show.

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Once outside, he saw what chaos he had semi-witnessed. And armless person was growling like a wild cat as he chased down one of the slower crazies. Robby had been beaten down by a few of the orderlies, but he was thrashing around and managed to cut open a throat, dispersing blood in all directions. Dr. Slawter was standing beside the Watcher, with an arm in hand and gnawing at it fiercely, before seeing a dumbfounded Gary.

"What the fuck?" Gary saw the man had his throat ripped open and a dead look in the eyes that had contracted a bad case of cataracts within the few-minute span Gary had last seen him. Working out what had happened was not going to happen since Slawter dropped the arm and raced towards Gary. "Aw hell, zombies?"

A/N: Ahh the obsession of the undead, how you enchant us all. So yeah, just got inspired to write a zombie story about well...you'll see (even though you probably get the jist of it considering the category this story is under).

Anyways, if you enjoyed it, tell me! :)