AN: OMFG. I just saw the promo that Teennick "accidentally" uploaded.

WTF that sht?

1. I'm sure Teennick did it on purpose to make me jizz in my pants.

AND

2. WTF ECLARE AND FITZY

I literally pushed the replay button three times.

I just can't stop watching it!

So yeah, can't wait til March 4th ZING!

Here's Ch 2, 40 minutes early (It's Wed 11:20PM here) enjoy!

Maybe I'll have Ch 3 up sooner as well?

If you haven't already, you should check out my other fic, In Fear and Faith. I updated that hoe as well.

PS: This Chpt is a flashback.

Disclaimer: The title is from the famous AC/DC song, and I do not own Degrassi, but I do own a zombie-he lives in my basement.

Summary: Eli is 22 years old, Clare is 21. The two have been together for 6 years, loving each other more than brains…Well. Degrassi/Zombie fic!

Read, Review, Dance?


Chapter 2:

"I heard they fear fire" Brunette offered.

"Really? …Night of the Living Dead?" I deadpanned. "As much as I love George A. Romero, and his works, I have to call complete bullshi-"

"Eli!" Clare, as saintly as she was, immediately addressed my use of unacceptable language and lack of better vocabulary in front of my "students". To my knowledge, I wasn't a teacher anymore, and I'd never seen Brunette on campus ever, not to mention, I never actually taught Bartleby, I just knew him as the class president. I gave Clare a rushed, sympathetic smile and turned my attention back to the worn out face belonging to the random teenaged girl, Brunette.

The nine of us had taken shelter in the hallways of Degrassi High. Me, Clare, Alli, Mrs. Bandari, Adam, Mr. Simpson, Secretary, Brunette, and the ever famous morning announcer and esteemed leader of Degrassi alumni, Bartleby Hoskins.

"Have you seen the streets?"` It was a rhetorical question. All of us had seen and escaped the streets earlier today. Brunette rolled her eyes, Mrs. Bandari wrapped her arm around her daughter, Secretary was glued to her smart phone-which was not working, Mr. Simpson cleared his throat, Bartleby attempted to look outside the window yet again, Clare sat to the left of me, only our knees touching, and Adam sat on the other side, quiet as ever.

"I'd say these fuckers have no fear" I continued.

"Or maybe the need to feed is altering their states of mind?" Clare interjected, matter-of-factly, agitated again by my poor choice of words.

"What minds Clare?"

"Okay maybe we should all just clam down for a minute." Mr. Simpson finally spoke.

I didn't mean to yell, but I was really frustrated. We were stuck in here for good-trapped. Zombies surrounded the only two exits left. Silence engulfed the hallway. I grasped Clare's hand in mine attempting the second apology for the night. Meeting my gaze, her eyes softened as she feathered the underside of the palm of my hand with her delicate fingertips. Her touch sent a mixture of warmth and shivers up my spine.

"Has any of us had any contact with these…creatures? And, again, how do we get rid of them" Mr. Simpson asked for the second time.

Primarily when the principle of seven years had asked the question, he used the word kill and Mrs. Bandari let out a deafening cry.

Breaking the ice, I jumped back into the disagreement with Brunette.

"I just really doubt Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs applies to the undead" I submitted, "and if they feared fire, they wouldn't have chased us this far"

Bartleby cleared his throat, "Well…th-they must have a weakness". Looking at the senior was just awkward. Bartleby was the typical, male Holly J. The boy was ambitious, determined, and relentless. His campaign was literally, "Hoskins way, or the Highway". With a perfect GPA, a permanent spot on all the varsity sports teams, and plenty of charity work, Bartleby was able to chose whichever university he desired.-his choice was Banting for the cellular biology program. The boy was always so sure of himself, but staring at his discomposure, I couldn't help but to feel hopeless.

I was, soon, reminded of the same hopelessness I felt when the world came crumbling down.

"What about my parents, Eli" Clare's words rang in my head, and haunted me to this day.

I looked up at her. Her face was tired. She rested her head on my shoulder, and let out an exhale. She entwined her fingers with mine, but I wanted to be closer, so I wrapped my arm securely around her waist. She continued to hold my hand. Everyone else was speaking of zombie weaknesses.

Clare and I were in our moment. I moved my face closer to hers, and gently kissed her forehead.

Adam cleared his throat, uncomfortably-our signal to stop with the PDA, but that was to much to ask. This could be the last time I spend with my Clare, I had to cherish every moment. She moved our her hand, along with mine, closer to her belly button.

We were interrupted once again by Adam, "Eli, a little input?"

"Yeah, sure" I quickly broke away from Clare.

"I had my first encounter with one earlier today" I began. I looked at Mr. Simpson and had a feeling he knew what I was talking about. "I backed it in the corner with a chair, and was fast enough to make my escape. Needless to say, we all have experienced their speed, strength and tenacity"

I took time to run my eyes over the eight other people in the room to show my sincerity.

"As I made my way to the door, the…thing ran after me" I didn't know how to describe what happened next. "It kept clawing at me from the creek in the door, so once I shut it…"

"It's hand fell off" Mr. Simpson continued.

Mrs. Bandari let out the way too familiar cry of earlier, and buried the back of her daughter's head into her chest for comfort.

"How'd you-"

Brunette cut me off, "I found it, on my way to the back to the front entrance of the library"

I nodded.

Clare was confused, "The yoga instructor?"

Her eyebrows pinned as I shook my head, "Not quite"

"But you said…"

"I lied" I stated, shrugging at the simplicity of the truth. "I didn't want to scare you, so I went along with your assumptions. I'm sorry" I looked her dead in the eye, and she accepted my apology, and mentally promised to never lie to her again.

As I made my way to Degrassi through the rain, as silently as possible to avoid the zombies, I remembered what I said to Clare just a few moments ago. "I'll be back, soon. I promise"