A/N: i'm finally done with the second chapter. hope everyone likes it.
Disclaimer: i don't own Total Drama or Dead Rising. but i do own the OC characters.
"The others!" Trent yelled franticly while the zombies surrounded him.
Chaos had ensued throughout the hallways as cries and screams echoed through the halls, only got louder.
He saw people behind the steel fence trying to get away from the zombies behind them but were soon trapped and eaten.
Trent saw that the zombies started gathering around him and looked around to find a fire ax on the floor. He quickly grabbed while a zombie lunged at him and he spun around and stabbed it in the head with the pointed end.
Trent pulled back the ax and swung at another zombie at the side of him and started running down the hallway.
Turning the corner he saw more people getting eaten by the undead. Trent froze for a second before shaking his head, "keep it together Trent! They need you right now!"
Trent saw a lady still alive in front of him being surrounded and heard her screams of pain and agony. Trent swung his ax on top of a zombies head and pushed another away before stabbing it with the pointed end.
He ran down the hallway trying his best to ignore the screams of the victims and concentrate on finding the others.
A man ran out of the double doors being chased by a slow zombies but Trent soon heard his anguish screams. He noticed an electric guitar in the corner so he picked it up "sweet." He said looking at his new weapon.
He then noticed that more zombies were coming at him. He started spinning with his guitar out and it either killed them or knocked them to the ground.
He stopped spinning and ran out the doors while killing the zombie in his way. He slipped past the zombies and entered the arena lobby to see more people getting eaten, calling for help, or trying to get away but getting caught.
He switched his weapon back to the axe before he started running for the exit as well. He slashed the first zombie and kicked another one away from him knocking other zombies down with it.
With some elbow room now, he ran for exit but found a gang of zombies feasting on a barely alive woman reaching her hand out for Trent. Trent became nauseous and threw up on the ground. A zombie taking advantages of Trent nausea lunged at him knocking him to the ground. Trent struggled against the zombie on top of him trying to take a bite at Trent. Trent tried everything to get the zombie off him but to no avail. He reached for anything on the ground and found a police night stick and struck the zombie in the face making it wheel back. Trent sat up and pushed the zombie off him and started striking it over and over again until it was dead.
Trent wiped the sweat off his forehead before he ran to the door and slipped past the zombies exiting the lobby.
Entering the Platinum Strip, the outdoor shopping and gambling plaza that centers the area. He saw that the outside was much worse than the inside. The mood outside was much more negative and the first thing he saw was a male zombie feasting on a woman and it looked up at Trent and snarled at him.
Looking around Trent said to himself, "now what do I do?"
He then heard a familiar voice, "STAY BACK!"
"Gwen!" he called out when he traced the voice back to the waterway.
"Trent!" the now identified Gwen called back defending herself with a 2x4.
Trent looked at his night stick but knew it wasn't enough so he looked around and found a baseball bat and started making his way towards Gwen.
He started clubbing while he climbed up to the goth. He finally bashed the final zombie's face in reaching Gwen.
"Thank you so much Trent!" Gwen gratefully said and hugged Trent.
Trent hesitantly hugged back relieved that his ex was safe and unhurt.
Gwen releasing the brief embrace asked, "Where's Duncan." Noticing that he was missing.
"Didn't you see him," Trent answered back, "have you seen anyone else?"
"No, I haven't."
"Come on, we have to find someplace safe!"
The musician grabbed his ex by her hands and ran down the streets filled with chaos and screams. As they were running they saw more chaos and people being massacred in paradise city.
"Keep your eyes closed, Gwen!" he shouted while leading her down the streets, not wishing for anymore carnage and death to further traumatize her.
As they were running, they heard the sounds of gunshot over the distance. Following the sounds, Trent led the goth to where the shooter was. There, they saw him and others fleeing from the undead.
The shooter looks towards them, "GET TO THE SAFE HOUSE!"
The both of them looked around for the safe house. One guy rushed past them, almost knocking over Gwen, and ran off for dear life down a nearby alley.
"Trent, look!" Gwen pointed towards a sign that said, Fortune City Emergency Shelter.
"That's it, come on!" Trent said, ushering her to head that way.
Just as the two were about to make their way to the safe house, in the corner of Trent's eye he saw something horrifying sight.
"BETH!"
He saw that Beth was being swarmed by the zombies and they were already biting into her.
Trent let go of Gwen's hand and ran over to them with his baseball in hand to try to save the wannabe farm girl.
Gwen looked to way Trent left her and was also horrified to see Beth being eaten.
Trent got to her and started swinging with all his might. Finally disposing the last zombie he looked at Beth to see he was too late.
Beth had multiple bite mark over her body and some flesh had been torn off her arms and body. The worst injury was the bite to the neck leaving her to slowly die from blood lost.
Trent grabbed onto her hand and said, "Beth you're going to be ok! Just stay with me!"
Gwen came up to them brought her hand over to her mouth to keep herself from throwing up and tears started rolling down her face.
Beth gripped trents hand and tried to say something but her voice had come out a bloody gargled mess.
Trent and Gwen watched hopelessly as she died from her wound. Her grip slowly loosened from Trent's hand before her hand fell to the ground. (1)
They were horrified to have witness the death of the kind farm girl and they were so into mourning for their friend they didn't notice that they were being surrounded by the undead.
Gwen noticed and snapped Trent out of it and readies his bat that was about to break at any moment.
They then noticed a huge shadow behind them and looked and saw that it was…
"CHEF!" they said at the same time.
Chef used a cleaver and cut a way to the safe house, "come on, let's go you two!"
As they ran past him, chef grabbed Trent's baseball to have two weapons to fight with now.
As they ran chef would only take use one swing to kill one or multiple zombies to clear their way.
"are we sure that an emergency shelter is the best idea?" Gwen asked skeptically as they run.
"it's the only way." Trent reminded her.
After running down the alley way, they then saw a set automatic doors starting to close. Sparring no seconds for detour, they ran through the doors and on the other side of the doors they found other survivors. Trent the last one running through suddenly stopped when he heard a familiar voice.
"Trent wait up!"
Trent turned around to see kokoro with a samurai sword and a bunch of boxes strapped on his back. And right behind holding on kokoro's hand was Lindsey trying to keep up. Trent tried going back but the automatic doors closed on kokoro and Trent's face.
Feeling sad for kokoro and Lindsey, Trent tried to open the steel doors but failed.
Looking behind him he saw Gwen with tears rolling down her face after seeing Beth and now kokoro and Lindsey locked out. Even chef stared at the floor looking down; him and kokoro used to cook and sparred against each other.
They started hearing banging and pounding on the steel doors that made trent step away from the doors.
He then looked at the others survivors and to his disappointment that none of their other friends were among them.
"is this all that made it?" said none other than Chris, himself, was to reunite with the three.
Gwen wiped her face of tears and Trent started glaring at the host. Gwen walked over to Chris and grabbed onto his shirt, "YOU BETTER NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"
Chris held his hands up to defend himself, "I swear, I didn't do anything."
Finally with enough time to breath, they, and the other survivors coped with the pandemonium. Trent took a look and saw another set of steel doors like the ones behind them. Trent looked around to see the other survivors. He sees a woman trying and failing to find a signal with her cellphone. He then spots the gunman from earlier and the guy who rushed past Gwen. He also seen the blue wearing contestant he talked with in the locker room right before the outbreak.
Gwen walked over to Trent and placed her hand on his shoulder, "no one else made it?"
"…I don't think so." Trent sadly answered.
As if on cue, a hand grabbed Trent from behind. The musician, startled, readied his bat for whatever grabbed him.
"hola mi amigos." Said none other than Alejandro with his patented smirk and was the Third Total Drama Contestant to make it to the safe house.
"Of all people…" Trent subtly muttered.
"well aren't you a cold one, "the Latin snake smugly stated, "I was just on my way for my TIR match against the three losers Cody, Noah, and Owen. But then I guess even the undead want a piece of my Latin body."
"BETH IS DEAD," Gwen shouted, "the last thing we need is you being an asshole with attitude!"
Interrupting the tension, the steel doors start to open before everyone. Everyone looked nervously as the second doors opened to reveal an aged man with ruffled gray hair and a beard who also wore the Fortune City security uniform. He nods to the survivors, and they, including Alejandro, wasted no time in complying running past him to the safe haven. Trent grabbed Gwen's hand and so they can go through since they were the last two but the elderly old man halted them.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a second, son." The security guard said to the musician.
"What is it?" Trent impatiently said.
"is something wrong?" Gwen added.
The elderly man pointed at the goth's foot and they both gasped to see a bite mark on her ankle.
"but when?" the musician asked shockingly.
"I don't know… I don't know," Gwen said in a panic, "it must have been at the water way."
"What do we do now?" Trent asked the security guard.
"It's only a matter of time before she turns." The security officer responded.
"Is there anything we can do?"
"yeah." He then pulled out a pistol from its holster and pointed at gwen's head.
Trent quickly got in the old man's way to protect his ex.
"She can turn at any time, and I need to keep order until the military arrives in three days." The elderly man informed.
"Three days?"
"Yeah, the reserves will already be mobilizing. But their first priority is to quarantine the city. And that takes time," he elaborated, "They'll enter the city at first light in three days from now. That's the standard procedure."
"But what about Gwen?"
"We have to keep order here, and a ticking time bomb is the last thing we need for the survivors." The old man then readies his gun to kill again.
"Sullivan, stop!" a red haired woman walked over to the group. Trent was able to recognize the person.
"Hey, you're that lady on the news I saw earlier," Trent stated, "you're the leader of that protest group, CURE!"
"The very same, Name's Stacy Forsythe. There's another option for her." The leader of CURE informed.
"Tell us!" Gwen begged not wanting to become an undead goth
"There's a medication that can slow down the effects of the affected. It's called Zombrex. It's not a cure, but it will stop the effects for twenty four hours."
"Well we don't have any Zombrex here, so what do you think that we do?" Sullivan inquired.
"I know where they can get some," Stacy rebutted, "there's a pharmacy in the royal flush mall."
"The whole city is flooded with zombies." The aged security guard reminded.
"I'll be more than will to get it." Trent firmly said, "Is there another way out of here?"
Chef and Chris came up to them and overheard their talk and said, "There's an air duct over there. We found it while exploring the place."
"That's perfect! Zombies won't be smart enough to break through it!"
"Thank you, I'll get right on it." Trent said shaking Stacy's hand.
"Here, you might need this," Stacy said handing Trent a two-way radio communicator, "this way we can keep in touch. There's closed circuit camera's all over the city. Our camera room has monitors, but their playback only. But I'll keep my eye on them."
"And so will I!" Chris happily stepped in, "when I collect all the tapes, I'll be able to create the most extreme reality show ever!"
Everyone, including chef, glared at Chris with disgust.
"What? I'm just trying to make the best of the situation." He said trying to defend himself.
"Anyways, good luck kid." Stacy said placing her hand on the musicians shoulder.
"Names Trent, but thank you." The musician said taking the communicator and preceded the air duct.
"Wait, Trent! What should I do?" the goth asked.
Trent took a look back at her and said, "Just don't turn before I get back."
Gwen nodded and said, "Good luck Trent."
"The infection rate varies from person to person, but you better hurry, "Stacy informed them, "oh and Trent, if you see any survivors out there…"
"…I'll see what I can do." Trent answered. He then picked his pocket to see his brochure a mess. Sighing he noticed another brochure with the city map on it and picked that one and threw the other away.
Sullivan took a look at the first gate to hear the pounding and banging of the undead on the other side. He pressed a switch to close off the second gate, securing the safe house.
(1): i have nothing against beth but i thought i would have one of the total drama die.
A/N: now that the first death is seen. will trent be able to get the Zombrex before gwen turns or will he fail? can he save everyone or will he let them be eaten by the undead? watch out for the next chapter coming soon.