Been a while, but it's finally spring break over here, so hopefully I can post more chapters before the week is up. Please rate and review! I know it's starting off a bit slow, but it will pick up! Stay tuned. *EDIT: I must have been really tired when I wrote this. Fixed a few things.*
Chapter Two
(11 hours earlier)
Kong Studios had a unique charm in the morning…not that Murdoc Niccals ever paid attention. The 205,098 and some square foot building stood atop of a hilltop in Essex, overlooking a cemetery. There was a landfill right behind the building, and Kong was constantly overrun by the living-dead. That never fazed him, though. Dealing with the pests was just as easy as taking out the trash in the morning; if they ever placed the trash in a proper disposal, that is. At the bottom of the hill stood a large iron fence -with the word "Kong" on the bars- separating two worlds, which was just how Murdoc liked it.
The loud-mouthed Satanist lied in his bed with his eyes halfway open. His mouth was dry and his head was throbbing, but he had such an urge to head into the kitchen; it was so unlike him. Okay now, he began, trying to muster whatever strength he had. It's that time again, up n' Adam. One…two… He rolled into a sitting position on three and rubbed his temples. The stained, purple bed sheets were tangled between his legs and a pillow was lying on the floor on the other side of his Winnebago. How the hell did that happen? He stretched his arms and let out a low yawn, sliding to the edge of the bed to get up.
"Arrrgh…Wot di' I do last night? Oh yeah…," He pushed his hands into the bed and shot himself up. From the corner of his eye, a gray blur crossed the end of his hall of cabinets.
"Erm… 'Ello?" The Winnebago was silent. Murdoc reached for one of the many empty bottles on the floor and smashed it on the wall. He walked cautiously with his shoulders hunched, and the broken end of the bottle held firmly out in front of him. He swore that he could hear a slight creaking noise, but he figured that it could have also been his massive hangover.
"H-hello? Yew bettah watch ih!" He called. A slight snicker seemed to mock him in reply. He pressed his back against one cabinet, just where the hall met the next room. Murdoc shut his eyes and sucked in some air, and clutched the bottle in both hands.
"Ahhhh!" He yelled, stepping away from the wall and into the next room. He was about to swing the bottle in blind rage, but instead, he was attacked from above and flung to the floor as his "weapon" rolled away. He felt tiny hands hugging his ribcage and a high-pitched laugh ringing in his ear.
"Harō, mādokku!"
"Wha-? Noodle!" Murdoc shuffled to his feet and turned to see a small Japanese girl in a gray jacket and matching shorts, grinning at him from the floor. The antennas from her radio helmet twitched slightly.
"How many times do I have to tell yew?" Murdoc shrieked. The girl tilted her head in confusion and scurried to stand in front of him. She pointed to his face and giggled. Murdoc shot her an annoyed look and touched his face with his right hand. He felt something fuzzy on his face and hurled it away in panic. It was a dirty sock.
"Now loo', Noodle. Yew can't be muckin' about 'ere-," he began, but was cut off when Noodle ran up the wall and nailed a perfect back-flip.
"Oi! I'm talkin' to ya!"
"Watashi wa taikutsu shite imasu!" Noodle yelled in reply. Murdoc growled and picked her up by the collar of her jacket, much like a lion carries its young by the neck. The girl kicked and clawed in protest, but the older man paid no attention. He marched to the door of his Winnebago and kicked it open and used his free hand to grab the waistline of her shorts. He tossed her out and slammed the door shut just as her body fell and made a loud thud. Murdoc turned around triumphantly and dusted his hands. She should have known better than to mess with a man during a hangover.
"MURDOC!"
Uh oh.
"Git yer ass out here!" Murdoc swung around and opened the door again.
"Yes, dear?" He slurred.
"Come here!" A large African-American man with white eyes was kneeling next Noodle who was holding her knee with tears streaming down her cheeks. There was a nasty bruise forming on her left leg. Noodle let go of her knee so that Murdoc could see various bloody scratches.
"Oh… tha' was an' accident, Russel. She tripped n' fell out." Murdoc crossed his arms and looked away.
"Like Hell it was! Poor baby-girl…," Russel gently placed his large hand on Noodle's head. The girl sniffled then hugged him; her sobs were muffled by the large stomach covering her face. Murdoc rolled his eyes and looked around the car park. There were a few cars here-and-there, most of which nobody ever seemed to use. Maybe it's time to clear the place.
"Hello? Ay, Muds!"
Actually, the next video could involve this sodding room. Yes, it could be the follow-up to Clint Eastwood (their current hit). The zombies could try to get in through the corridor and…
"MURDOC!"
"Eh? Oh, right. Sorry love," Murdoc muttered to Noodle as he stepped down from the Winnebago. He walked past them without a second glance, focusing instead on the yellow stripes on the concrete floor. Russel attempted to grab his arm, but Murdoc dodged him and half- jogged toward the door on the opposite side of the carpark.
"Dent-head! Hey, 2D!" Murdoc pounded a fist on the door. It flew open where a tall, lanky, blue-haired man regarded him with black eyeballs. The figure frowned with his mouth open, revealing a large gap where his two front teeth should have been.
"P-please don' do 'at," the gentle, cockney voice replied.
"Aw… did yew take your pills, face ache?" Murdoc cooed.
"No, no' ye'," 2D replied slowly, rubbing his head.
"And why no'?"
"I fought tha' I could-" Murdoc struck the side of 2D's head.
"Next time, take those pills! Idiot…" 2D sunk down to his knees and held his head in his hands. Russel ran over to them, with Noodle hobbling close behind.
"What the hell! D', are you okay?" 2D nodded, his hands awkwardly sliding down his face. Russel grunted and took hold of Murdoc's neck in a viselike grip. The green man gulped and grinned.
"You seriously gotta control 'dat anger issue ya got. First baby-girl, now D'… ever thought 'bout goin' to an anger-management class?" Russel tightened his hand slightly. Murdoc began gasping for air.
"Rasseru-san, yamete kudasai!" Noodle pleaded and tugged at his shirt hem. Russel looked down at her and released Murdoc who coughed hysterically. 2D chuckled, earning him a death- glare from the wheezing Murdoc and a stern look from Russel. A minute passed as the group stood eyeing each other.
"H-oh…okay. We have a lot to do, so if yew lot are done screwin' about…," The green-skinned man placed his palm on the nape of his neck and turned away. He walked back and disappeared through the door next to his Winnebago, the one that led into a hall lined with even more doors.
"I've made Mah-doc mad, yeah?" 2D said quietly. Russel and Noodle eyed him curiously.
Just then, there was a loud crash that echoed through the car park. The door to the corridor flew open just as Murdoc stumbled through, holding a shotgun. He looked at Noodle and waved her over. The girl smiled brightly, accepting her cue and instantly forgetting what the hot-headed man had done earlier. She skipped over to join him, and they both ran past the Winnebago. Russel and 2D followed instinctively, without a word to each other. They slowed their pace and stopped to where Noodle and Murdoc were staring in deep concentration. Murdoc held the shotgun to his shoulder, and Noodle looked like a track runner assuming position, ready for the gun to blow. Russel bent down and picked up a pipe and 2D found a wrench. They could each hear a chorus of different-pitched moans that became louder with each passing second. Beyond a pile of garbage, a cluster of rotting corpses were limping towards them with their arms (most of them, anyway) outstretched.
"All right, kids," Murdoc said with a smirk. "It's cleaning day!"
