Hello all! Here I am writing a Gorillaz fanfic, when I should be focusing on my other story.But I'm on huge writers block for that so its not my fault…partly.This is my first Gorillaz fic, so please be nice.It's set around phase two of the band, if you know what I mean so Noodle's like 13 and that.Rated PG 13 for swearing and a bit of violence.
Disclaimer:I do not own the Gorillaz or Kong Studios.They belong to Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett.I do not own Star Wars or Darth Vader or Luke Skywalker either.
It was a normal day in the life of the Gorillaz.The weather was stormy and the living dead were wandering around on the earths surface, like nobodys buisness.But today, the zombies did something they didn't do often.Try to break into Kong Studios.
So this is how this little random story begins, the zombies all decided to go through the car park and attack Murdoc's Winnebago first.Then Murdoc heard the scraping of their feet on the hard concrete and got pissed off.He took out his shotgun, loaded it up and climbed out the window, so he could get a good view on top of his Winnie.He then shot at anything moving and deceased.
"Why can't ya bloody fuckers just die already?" Murdoc growled.He aimed his gun at a surprisingly ugly zombie that was making its way to him.Of course, Murdoc being who he was, shot the zombie right in the head, knocking it right off.Murdoc looked at it and sneered, admiring his handy work.But that was soon wiped off when he saw about a thousand more of them coming from the car parks entrance.
"Shit..." he murmered.He was silent for a minute.
"OI!" he shouted to the top of his voice, "DULLARD! NOODLE! RUSS! GET 'ERE NOW!"
Of course, 2-D was first to hear the voice of the angry bassist, seeing as his room is right next to the car park (and don't ask me how he couldn't hear all the gun shots and that o.O)
"Wot's up Muds?" he asked, his sweet, handsome head popping out from the doorway.He had his full focus on Murdoc on top of his Winnie, that he didn't notice a zombie coming his way.
"Watch it tosser!" Murdoc shouted, aiming his shotgun at the zombie.It turned to dust before 2-D, and he was a little oblivious to what was going on until he saw a mound of dust in front of him.He let his whole body out of his door and reached down to pick a handful up.
"Oi! Muds! We really need ta clean up around here more often! dere's dust everywhere!" he shouted back to Murdoc.
"Wise up, dumbass.Zombies have found some way in 'ere and are trying to touch m'baby, so make yourself bloody useful and get a cricket bat or somefing to kill the dirty buggars!" He was beginning to lose his patience with the singer but he had no time for yelling (or beating for that matter) at him.
2-D turned his head to look in car park and was stunned to see masses of zombies coming straight for him and Murdoc.He let out a slight whimper and ran back in his room, searching for a cricket bat or something hard and big like a TV.Hehe.
Murdoc had turned his back on 2-D, cussing under his breath, and put his full attention back to the zombies again, which had suddenly multiplied in the last few minutes making more and more.
"Bloody fuck! Even I admit I can't take on this many" he was silent, while he measured the gap between the zombies and the Winnebago, then the Winnebago to the door.A smirk formed on his face and he jumped down from the Winnie, still with the shotgun in his hand.
2-D came out of his room with a worn cricket bat and ready to kick some zombie ass, when Murdoc grabbed his wrist and dragged him along to the closed door which cut off the car park from the actual building.2-D dropping his bat in the process of course.The bassist neared the door and opened it with a flash before tripping into the dimly lit corridor.Murdoc shoved the door closed with his Cuban heel, snapping off a decaying hand…that was still moving.Nice.
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Least to say, this wasn't Murdoc's day.Zombies had probably now trashed his precious Winnie, he had wasted some very expensive, EXPENSIVE bullets and now 2-D was on top of him, in a very, um, inappropriate position because they had both tripped over each others feet, avoiding the zombies.
"Get…off…now…face-ache!" he warned, trying to keep from strangling him.
"Oops, sorry Muds!" The blue-haired singer pushed himself off Murdoc and dusted himself off.He held a hand out for Murdoc to take, but he just shrugged it away and stood up himself.
"So…what do we do now?" 2-D questioned.
"Well, we find Noodle and Russ.Then we kill all of the little shits" Murdoc said, drawing a cigarette and putting it his mouth.But as if on cue, Murdoc felt a small hand grab the lower half of his shirt.He turned around to face a 13 year old Noodle and Russel not far behind.
"We heard you screaming, so we came down to see what was wrong" Noodle stated, in her now fluent English.
"First off, love, I was not screamin'.I was shoutin'.Theres a difference.And secondly" he stopped so he could take a quick drag of his cigarette, " The zombies are out again"
Russel, who had been catching up with Noodle down nearly two floors because they both heard Murdoc call them, had now joined his bandmates."You mean Ghost has brought up her damned zombies again?" he panted.
"Fuck yes! Her damned zombies have now trashed the one place I get any decent privacy around here!" Murdoc took out his cigarette and stubbed it out in anger."I swear when I get my hands on her, she'll think twice before she sets her bloody zombies on me!"
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"Mwhahahahaha" Ghost evilly laughed."Like you'll ever find me!" She laughed evilly again.O.o.
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"Hey! My rooms probably been trashed too as well, seein' as the door was left the door open" 2-D said.
"No one gives a toss about your bloody room, Dullard, its your fault you left it open anyway" Murdoc said, not yelling but not normally speaking either.
"It wouldn' even be open if somebody didn't drag me away as soon as I came out da fuckin' room" 2-D defended himself.
In return, Murdoc gave him one of his death glares.You can probably tell whats going to happen next.
"Your bloody lucky I actually decided to come and get ya.Would ya rather have yours brains eaten' by no good zombies!"
Murdoc formed one of his in famous smirks on his face and leaned in a little closer to 2-D."But I doubt the zombies will have much of a feast if they did"
Now, 2-D had got more self-esteem during that three year break and that boosted his confidence a bit.But still Murdoc always managed to over-shadow him somehow.And this time, he let anger get the better of him.
"Im 26! I can take care of myself! I don't need to be bloody watched over every fuckin' minute!"
2-D quickly put his hands over his mouth after he realised what he had just said.Even Noodle and Russel were even shocked at his sudden outburst.They had never heard 2-D answer back at Murdoc before and when he even or ever did, it didn't turn out pretty.
Murdoc was now well and truly pissed.He wouldn't take talk-back from somebody nearly half his age, especially if it was 2-D.So he grabbed the blue-haired boy by his shirt.And with one strong hand, he shoved him on to the wall with a loud thump.The bassist leaned his face in, near to2-D's, so he was near enough touching the singer's nose.
"In case you've forgotten Dullard, I still 'ave a shotgun in my hand which is still loaded wit' one more bullet.Now, I can easily kill you wit' one strike or you could be a good little boy and keep your big mouth shut!" he hissed in his ear, his hand gripping more tightly around 2-D's shirt."Now, which one is it gonna be, huh?" 2-D whimpered but did not answer.
Russel thought this was the best time to step in.And he didn't want things to turn ugly either.He knew Murdoc too well to know what he was capable of.Like having sex with your bandmate's girlfriend.Those are one of the many things he can do.
"Ok! Cool it you two! Muds, put 2-D down before I get Noodle to kick your ass!" he warned.
"Piss off, tubby.This has nothin' to do wit' you so jus' stay out of it!" Murdoc growled, his grip on the shotgun and front man's shirt tightening by the second.
Noodle moved closer to Murdoc's side."Murdoc-san, please let 2-D go"
Murdoc looked down at Noodle's olive-tinted face and stared at her for a moment.If it was one thing that got to Murdoc the most, it was Noodle.
"Fine" he sighed, and let 2-D drop to the floor.
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A/N : I am not dropping Murdoc/Noodle hints.Its just the brotherly and sisterly love between them.Ok?
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Noodle gave a small smile and went to help 2-D up.He silently thanked her and he decided to stay well back from Murdoc in case he angered him again.
"Ok, so what are we gonna do about the zombie problem then?" Russel asked the satanist.
"Kill 'em of course!" Murdoc answered Russel, like he was some sort of idiot or something.
"Yes, I know that but how?" Russel said.
"What about the scythes?" asked Noodle.2-D scratched his ear and then looked as if he was thinking.
"We could, but we've only got 'free of 'em" 2-D stated.
"THREE! But we had four!" Russel said in confusion."What happened to the other one?"
Then at that moment, 2-D looked at Murdoc and Murdoc looked at 2-D."Ummmmm..."
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"Dullard, I am your father!" Murdoc said, in his best croaky and deep voice, trying to intimidate Darth Vader.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" 2-D shouted, his voice echoing across the kitchen."You lie!" and he raised his scythe, only to be made contact with Murdoc's.They fought withscythes for longtime, using them like light-savers.Not trying to kill each other,just pretending like8 year old boys.Well, they could be mistaken for 8 year olds if someone had actually seen them do it...
"Face the truth! Mwhahaha!" Murdoc evilly laughed and with one almighty push of his scythe, his opponent's weapon was was thrown across the room and into the landfill.
"Oops…"
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"Dunno Russ, I suggest you go and look for it" Murdoc ignored him and was starting to think how to sort their 'little' problem out.
"I know," he started."Noodle and me will cover the top floor and ground floor and you and 'D cover the basement and car park.That cool?" Russel asked.
"No!" Murdoc nearly shouted."Why do I have to get stuck with Dullard every time?" Russel was about to explain when he interrupted him."And besides, you seriously think I'm goin' in that car park, are you fuckin' crazy or somefing!"
"Fine, fine! I'll go with 2-D and search the top two floors and Murdoc, you take Noodle and search the basement.Is that better for ya, dammit?" Russel was getting pretty pissed himself now.
"Yea, I guess" Murdoc sighed, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.
"But what about the weapons?" Noodle kneeled down beside her.
"Well Muds, 'D and me will take the scythes and I'm trusting Murdoc will keep an eye out for ya." He shot Murdoc an accusing look and Murdoc grunted in reply."Plus, I don't actually think you need any weapon, what with all the karate stuff ya do.'K boo?"
Noodle nodded and walked over by Murdoc.
"If one of us gets in trouble, all ya have to do is yell" Russel said, getting up.
"Don't worry, you can hear Dullard's screams from France" Murdoc chuckled, but not in a nice way.
"'K, see ya later" Russel started, he turned his back but then stopped half-way through walking."And Murdoc, you better fucking keep an eye on her, otherwise I'll give you more than another broken nose!" He said, turning into protective mode.He walked to a nearby storage room and took out the 3 scythes, he tossed one to Murdoc and one to 2-D.
He caught the scythe with one hand."Yea, yea whatever" Murdoc mumbled but loud enough for all to hear.He gently grabbed the young guitarist's wrist and turned to walk down the corridor, pulling her along.
Noodle turned around slightly and waved goodbye before turning back to the corrider they were heading too.2-D and Russel waved back.
"Right, c'mon 'D.Lets go" Russel walked down the opposite corrider Murdoc went down.
"Um, ok!" he replied and followed the American drummer down the long corridor…Not even knowing what kind of zombies they were up against.Because these zombies weren't your normal, average zombies.Mwhahaha.