"AHHHHH!" came everyone's shriek as they ran from the badly-disguised intern walker.

"In there!" Courtney shouted, pointing to a random steel plated panic room.

Everyone fumbled through the steel plated doors one by one, with Courtney and Scott keeping the door open.

"C'mon, go faster!" Scott said as a few others rushed through the door.

"We only need Owen and Dakota!" Cameron announced after taking a quick count.

It was true. Owen was lagging behind, and Dakota was trying to move carefully in an effort to not destroy anything with her twenty-foot-tall form.

"Dakota!" yelled out Dawn. "You must help Owen!"

Dakota whipped her head back to see a walker intern catching up to Owen, the latter of which was just about ready to faint.

"DAKOTA NO LET PERSON GET EATEN," she announced, clenching her fists together. She gave a battle cry before sprinting forward and giving the walker intern a punch to the face.

"Graaaah..." the walker intern moaned, stumbling backwards before collapsing on the ground.

Dakota grabbed Owen's arm and got him running towards the direction of the panic room.

Cries of encouragement were heard from the others. "Come on guys!" "You can do it!" "Hurry!"

Owen huffed and heaved before trailing back. "Ugh, Dakota... I can't make it... Seen the light..."

"NO LIGHT FOR CONTESTANT," she said, starting a slow spin that quickly became rapid. After a few seconds, she hurled Owen straight towards the panic room door.

Everyone moved away just as Owen got through, slamming into the other side of the room, creating an Owen-shaped indent in the steel room's wall.

Dakota made it in a few seconds after the commotion, shutting the door, locking it shut.

Duncan started chuckling. "Oh ho, man that was intense."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "If you like almost dying, then yeah, that was intense."

"Hey, a zombie apocalypse is the intensest thing ever," he countered.

"Walker," Cody automatically corrected.

Heather groaned. "You're telling me that Chris was right about a zombie outbreak?!"

"Walker," Cody corrected automatically.

Heather got close to Cody's face and snarled, "Correct me one more time and you're zombie food."

"Wal—" Cody stopped after seeing Heather's glare intensify. "Okay, okay!" he said, putting his hands up defensively.

Noah crossed his arms together. "Okay, startled reactions aside, I'm not buying this."

Owen gasped. "But but but, we almost died! And we might actually die the next time!" He pulled Noah in for a protective grasp/one heck of a bear hug.

"You're... squishing... my... sternum..." Noah gasped.

"Oops." Owen dropped him to the ground. "Sorry Noah."

"Yeah, yeah," Noah groaned, rubbing his head. Standing up, he added, "This is all fake. Just ask our resident crazy over here."

Izzy promptly jumped on Noah's shoulders, causing him to fall to the ground once more. "E-Scope knows only the fate of Martians on Pluto! Ha ha!"

"...Yeah, that was a really poor description of somebody who's not Izzy," said Noah. "I meant Dawn."

Everyone's attention immediately shifted to the moonchild, whose expression was unreadable.

Noah quirked his eyebrows up. "Well?"

Dawn pursed her lips, then sighed. "That intern's aura was pure black."

"Which means...?"

"Pure black means death."

Everyone gasped.

Zoey instinctively clutched Mike's arm. "S-So, does that mean the outbreak is real?"

Dawn nodded sorrowfully. "Yes, it is. I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do."

"Except survive," Courtney said. "I'd say we make a plan."

"How unexpected," Duncan quipped.

Courtney growled, clenching her hands into fists. After a moment, she forced herself to relax and avert the punk's gaze.


Courtney: That ogre just has to one-up me even when we're in a life or death situation. (She growls)


"Now then, I say we should split up into our three teams and go from there."

Mike frowned, clutching Zoey's arm (with her arm still clutching his). "Do we have to?"

Courtney nodded. "Yes, you have to. There's still a chance that this is all a trick played by Chris. Better to play it as if it were an actual challenge."

"That's kind of stupid, Courtney," Gwen said. "Dawn already told us that this was real."

"Excuse me if I don't necessarily believe in her aura reading shtick."

"Yeah, because the dead intern that was moving is totally not proof enough."

Courtney fumed. "At least I can lead this group to survival! There's no one here more adept at leading in a zombie apocalypse!"

"Walker," Cody automatically corrected.

Courtney picked up Cody by the collar of his shirt, saying, "Just because you know the terminology limited to the show it comes from doesn't mean you have to repeatedly call it that!"

Cody whimpered slightly, saying, "I've actually played the game and read the comics also, so I kind of know how to survive this."

Courtney growled and turned back to the others, still holding Cody. "Who would you rather have for a leader? Me, or this scrawny wimp who can't tell reality from fiction?!"

Sierra gasped, then narrowed her eyes at the CIT. "Don't you talk to my Cody like that!"

The fanatic rushed up and snatched Cody away from Courtney, then set him down gently on the floor. "Whoever wants to be on the luscious Cody's team, stand next to him! Whoever wants to be on Courtney's team, go to her!"

Gwen shrugged. "I'll go on Cody's."

Cody swooned. "Wow, thanks Gwen...!"

Sierra huffed, though she tried her best to mask it.


Sierra: Gwen better keep her paws off my Codykins! Oh sure, she doesn't like like him now, but you never know. So, what better option would there be besides... (She produces a pie chart detailing all the Gwen-ecentric shippings) Using the top currently not used pairing so there's no chance of Gwody! Like, say... Gwameron, hee hee hee!


"Wha—" Courtney gasped, then started to growl. "Ooh, fine! Heather! Us Team Amazons have to stick together, right?"

Heather stuck her nose in the air. "Fine, but only because the loser is annoying."

"Nice to know I have such a loyal teammate," Courtney deadpanned as Heather walked over.

Alejandro followed after the queen bee, saying, "I must go where mi amor goes."

Owen snatched up Noah and trotted to Cody's side. "Us buddies have gotta stick together!"

"Thanks for not giving me a choice in the matter, really appreciate it," Noah sighed.

"E-Scope goes wherever Big O goes!" Izzy cheered, cartwheeling to Cody's group.

Cameron shrugged. "There's safety in numbers."

"Agreed," Mike nodded, and the two of them walked over to Cody's group.

Zoey twiddled her fingers together. "I kind of trust Cody to help us survive more..." She gave an apologetic shrug at Courtney's direction before following Cameron and Mike. "Sorry."

Courtney fumed and crossed her arms together in a huff. "Isn't anyone else going to be on my team?!"

Ezekiel howled, running on all fours in Courtney's direction.

"Anyone besides Ezekiel?"

"I'm with ya," Scott said, walking towards Courtney's group.

Courtney's stance became more relaxed. "Better, but I can't really lead three—"

Ezekiel howled.

"Four people."

"How about five?" Bridgette said, walking towards Courtney's group. "I can't just leave a fellow Killer Bass hanging."

"Thanks Bridgette," Courtney smiled. She turned to the remaining four (though she tried blocking Duncan from her mind). "Anyone else?"

Dakota shook her head. "TOO MANY MEANIES." With two long strides, she made her way to Cody's group.

B scratched his chin as he made an effort to decide. He stopped, then tapped the meditating Dawn's shoulder.

She cracked one eye open. "You would like to know which team you should go on?"

B nodded.

"Cody's team would probably be your best choice, though you should follow Courtney's plan in that you separate into your teams." The moonchild closed her eyes, but still continued speaking. "The future is still murky, though I am positive that what I said will help."

Scott snorted. "Yeah, help us die."

Dawn opened her eye once more, intrigued and slightly confused. "How is that relevant?"

"Because shut up."

Dawn hummed, shaking her head and closing her eyes once more. "And to think that Fang attack changed your demeanor, if only for a little while. Though there has been what happened prior to then."

Scott's eyes widened, then narrowed into a glare. He leaned in for mutual eye contact (as much eye contact that could be made when the other's eyes were closed, at any rate.) "Listen here Moonbeam, you don't know anything about me."

"Get mad at her later!" Courtney snapped. "Come back over here so we can figure out a way to survive this thing!"

With a huff, Scott reluctantly moved away, lingering for a moment for him to say, "This isn't over," before walking towards Courtney's group.


Dawn: Of course it isn't. For him, I mean. I sense something horrid approaching Scott's aura, and it will not relent until Scott does something about it and faces his past.


Duncan quirked an eyebrow up. "Hey Princess, you can't just forget about me."

"Watch me," she replied simply and led her little group to the other side of the panic room.

Duncan gave a humph. "Fine, I'll just be on the losers' team."

Izzy saluted at Cody. "What are your orders, Admiral Wolverine Lightningbolt?"

Cody blinked. "Uhm, that's kind of not my name."

"Of course it is, Admiral Wolverine Lightningbolt! What are your orders, Admiral Wolverine Lightningbolt?"

Cody groaned.

Noah crossed his arms together, an action harder than it should've been since Owen still held the bookworm. "It'll be easier if you just play along."

"Okay," Cody said, and puffed his chest out, attempting a might stance. "Alright Izzy, I order you to—"

"Izzy follows no one!" With that, she cartwheeled away.

Cody groaned once more. "Okay, okay. I'd say we should—"

"ME THINKS EVERYONE CONTRIBUTES," Dakota said.

"That's kind of what I want you guys to do," Cody said. "Okay, Gwen, you go—"

"Maybe we should find out how many zom–walkers there are," Zoey said, then gasped. "Oh, did I interrupt you? Sorry!"

"It's fine. So anyways, Gwen, you—"

Sierra suddenly snatched Cody closer to her. "Heeeey Cody, what do you want me to do?"

"I'll get to you in a minute."

"No, you'll get to me now!"

"I–ugh, fine. Sierra, you check outside to see how many—"

"Uhm, Cody?" Owen asked, sheepishly holding his free hand up.

Cody sighed. "Yes, Owen?"

"I kind of need to go to the bathroom."

Noah smirked. "Maybe you should've thought of that before getting chased by a walker."

"But I didn't have to go then!"

Cody waved his hands in the air. "Everyone, PLEASE!" Once everyone was silenced, Cody composed himself. "Okay, now then—"

Izzy popped up hanging above Cody. "Admiral Wolverine Lightningbolt, what is your command?"

"THERE'S NOTHING NORMAL AROUND HERE," the frustrated Cody cried, throwing his arms in the air.

"Welcome to Saneville," Noah quipped. "Population: two."

B tapped the ground with his foot a few times to get the nerds' attentions, then crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, three," Noah corrected, then turned back to Cody. "You can't really lead these guys unless you get them to want to be led."

"Gee, I haven't thought of that," Cody groaned.

Cameron raised his hand halfway. "If I may make a suggestion?"

"Shoot."

"I say that we should follow Dawn's words and split up into our actual teams. It might get us working more efficiently."

Cody beamed. "Good idea, Cameron! Okay, I'll be leading my team; Noah, B, Izzy, Zoey, and Dakota, over here. Sierra, Owen, Mike, and Cameron, follow Gwen. Duncan, do whatever."

Duncan smirked. "Oh, I've been waiting for someone to say that all morning."

Zoey frowned. "Do we have to?"

Mike gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It won't be for long, Zoey."

She nodded. "Alright..." Hesitantly, she parted with Mike, heading over to the Notags.


Zoey: Man, it really stinks being on a different team than Mike and Cam. The only friend I have on my team is Dakota, which kind of stinks. (She pauses before gasping) I mean it stinks that I only have one of my friends on my team, not that Dakota stinks!


(Gwen's group: The Protags)

Sierra huffed. "Why do you have to be leader?"

The goth girl shrugged. "Blame Cody. But anyway, I say we patrol outside and check out the situation. Any volunteers?" When no one volunteered, she continued. "Actually, scratch that. Mike, you go."

"What? Why me?" he asked.

"Cameron and Owen aren't fit enough to escape a walker and I'm kind of worried about what Sierra has planned.

Hearing her name, Sierra put the voodoo Gwen doll she somehow obtained behind her back, whistling innocently.

"Go patrol outside of the panic room and see how many walkers are around," Gwen said. "You should be safe with all of your powers and all."

Mike nodded. "You're right. Okay, I'll go." He started towards the door, saying to his group, "I'll be back in about ten minutes!"

Once he left, Gwen turned to the other three. "Cameron, since you're pretty much the brains, I want you to think of strategies we can use to help us survive.

Sierra popped up between the two, having a wide smile. "Heeeey, maybe Cameron should stay with you!"

"Uh, no? I'm going to check on Duncan and make sure he doesn't do anything that could kill us." Before she could walk away, she turned to Owen. "Owen, provide the moral support. Do the same, Sierra."

Gwen walked away, causing Sierra to huff in annoyance.


Sierra: Operation Gwameron started off badly, but I'm sure I can get those two together!


"Uh, Sierra?" Cameron asked. "Why are you so mad?"

"It's nothing!" she said defensively, stomping her foot. "Totally nothing!"

"Hey, come on!" Owen said. "We gotta provide the moral support, and by Canada's honorable name, that's what we're gonna do!"

"Yeah, yeah," she muttered.

Cameron gave a quizzical look.


Cameron: There's something wrong with Sierra. I mean, she actually gotten better since the last time I saw her, since she actually knows I'm Cameron now, but still.


"This isn't working, I call a mutiny," Heather said from Courtney's group.

"Wha—No!" Courtney fumed. "You can't just call a mutiny when we haven't even done anything!"

"Can, have, and did," she smirked.

"IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN FIVE MINUTES!"

"Five minutes too many. Come on Alejandro, we're leaving." She started walking away.

"As you wish, mi amor," the Spaniard bowed, following his object of affection.


Heather: Ha, Lover Boy's still a lovesick puppy. (She laughs) This is perfect. He's too distracted by me to actually pose a threat. That means I can crush him like the fool he is!

Alejandro: It is very nice to pretend to bow to Heather's every whim. It gives her a false sense of security... and it has the added benefit of being with mi precioso.


Courtney groaned, burying her face into her hands as she slumped to the ground.

Bridgette gave a consoling pat to Courtney's shoulder, sitting next to her. "Don't worry, Courtney. Scott and I are still with you."

Ezekiel howled.

"And Ezekiel," she added. "We'll follow your orders. Right, Scott?" She turned to the farm boy.

Scott scoffed, but still shrugged in agreement. "Yeah, I guess."


Scott: I'm still mad at Courtney for giving me a tail. (He crosses his arms together) But I kind of do wanna survive this.


"Thanks guys," Courtney said, smiling slightly. She stood back up and adopted a more determined stance. "Alright, I say the four of us go outside and find some food. Then we can go from there."

Bridgette nodded, then put her hand out. "Let's go, team!"

Ezekiel gave a vigorous nod and put his foot in the hand pile start by Bridgette. Scott shrugged and put his hand down as well.

The surfer gave Courtney an expectant look until Courtney finally conceded. "Ugh, fine," Courtney sighed, put a tentative hand atop Scott's. After throwing their hands up in a half-hearted team cheer, Courtney said, "Let's get going now, alright?"


Courtney: I really hate team cheers. The leader should be the one to lead the team, not have everyone lead themselves! What good would a leader even be, then?


(Cody's Group: Team Notags)

"Uhm..." Cody started tapping his chin, desperately trying to come up with something to say.

Noah put a hand to his side, giving Cody an unamused look. "You don't know how to lead this team, do you?"

"Of course I do!" he said, too quickly and too defensively. "I just don't know what we should do."

"Which is the same as not knowing how to lead this team."

"At least I'm trying to get something done."

Noah scoffed. "I'll bet. If this is anything like the show, we're going to be stuck doing nothing for at least five episodes."

"Hey, come on guys," Zoey said. "I'm sure if we work together, we can survive this."

"DAKOTA AGREES," said Dakota, her tail swishing to the side.

Izzy held Dakota's tail as if it were an amusement park ride. "Whoo! Alright, keep swishing!"

"Izzy won't be any help," Noah said to B and Zoey. "Cody can't lead, and Dakota's too busy entertaining Izzy. So it's up to us, you two."

B made a shrugging gesture that more or less asked, 'What do you suppose we do?'

"If we want to stop these walkers, we should face them head-on," the bookworm said. "Thing is, our goal is to just [i]survive[/i]. I say we follow one of the other two groups and see where that gets us."

Cody pouted. "Hey, I want to help too."

"Fine," Noah said. "Help us be a monkey shield in case we get devoured by walkers."

"Uhm, Noah?" Zoey piped up. "Didn't you just say our goal is to survive? I don't think making Cody a scapegoat is productive."

B nodded in agreement.

"I was kidding," the bookworm clarified.

Izzy took a break from riding on Dakota's tail to say, "You're so stoic, no one can tell if you're kidding about something like nuking Poland! Back to the tail, whee!" Of course, she went back to the tail almost immediately.

"Ugh," Noah groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, alright, let's just go and follow a group like we planned."

B and Cody nodded. Zoey did too, though she gave a forlorn look off to the side.


Zoey: Oh, I hope Mike and Cam are doing alright... I'm not sure if I can get through this without them."


(Courtney's Group: Bridgette, Scott, Ezekiel, and Courtney)

The panic room door creaked open, revealing the heads of the four current members of Courtney's group. The CIT looked outside, and when she saw no walkers, she motioned for the others to walk outside.

And so they snuck, wary of anything and everything.

"And where exactly are we headin'?" Scott asked. "I don't wanna get eaten alive while trying to find something to eat."

"Courtney has a plan," Bridgette lightly chided, then turned to the CIT. "Don't you?"

"Of course I do," Courtney said. "A CIT can't become a CIT unless they can make plans."

"Then what is it?" Scott sneered.

"We find out where Chris's private room is," she said, leading her group behind a large support beam. "He must have plenty to eat in there."

Ezekiel whimpered, clawing at the support beam.

"Ezekiel, stop, you'll attract the walkers," Courtney scolded in a hushed whisper.

Ezekiel didn't relent. Rather, he was somehow able to start climbing the beam.

Scott shrugged. "Eh, better three than four."

Bridgette glared daggers at the farmboy. "Better four than three. We can't just let Zeke climb up that thing, he could get really hurt!"

"If you're so worried about him, then you go get him."

"I—Fine! I will!"


Bridgette: Ezekiel's like a puppy. You have to keep constant watch on him, or else things go bad.


"Bridgette, don't," Courtney commanded as Bridgette prepared to climb. "We can afford to leave him behind."

"No we... can't?" Bridgette started, but trailed off after seeing what Ezekiel was doing. "What is he..."

"GAH!" came a guy's shriek as both him and Ezekiel fell to the ground.

Courtney started, "Is that—"

"MIKE!"

Everyone's attention turned to the inconspicious bush behind Courtney's group (which was actually conspicious given that they were in a film lot). There, Zoey's upper half was seen.

"Ugh," came another, more nasally voice from the bush. "Way to go, Zoey, you just blew our cover."

"Zoey?" Mike asked, sitting up and keeping a preferable distance away from Ezekiel. "What're you doing out here?"

"Following Noah's plan?" she said, half unsure and half defeated.

From the bush, Noah stepped out, and B and Cody's heads popped up from the bush. "A lot good that plan will do us now."

"Yeah, a lot good," sneered Scott. "Get back to the panic room or get eaten, 'cause we don't need any more tagalongs."

"Scott!" Courtney glared, crossing her arms. "This is my group, not yours!" She turned to Noah's group and Mike. "You five, get back to the panic room. We don't need you around." And before anyone could point out the redundancy in her statement, she turned around, leading her team away.

"Unbelievable..." Scott huffed.

Bridgette gave a sympathetic shrug to the others. "Sorry, but it'd be safer for you guys. Come on, Zeke." She followed Scott and Courtney, Ezekiel close on her heels.

Noah sighed. "Well, that plan was a bust. Come on, back to the panic room."

"You guys go ahead," Zoey said. "I'll be with you in a second."

Cody nodded, B gave a thumbs-up, and Noah shrugged. The three of them left, leaving Mike and Zoey alone.

Zoey held a hand out to Mike, who was still sitting on the floor. "Here, let me help you up."

He took the hand gratefully, saying, "Thanks," as he stood up.

Zoey's lips curled into a frown. "Mike, what were you doing out here?"

"My group told me to patrol the area, see if there were any walkers around," he answered. "There aren't, by the way. We're safe for now."

"Oh, thank goodness," she sighed in relief. "If something happened to you, I don't know what I'd do."

Mike gave a nervous chuckle. "Well, I'm really athletic now, so nothing bad should happen to me. And you're anything but clumsy, so you should be fine too!"

She gave a small nod. "Yeah, you're right."

"So, should we head back?"

"I'd like that."

Mike made an extravagant gesture to the panic room. "Ladies first!"

Zoey giggled, saying, "No, no, after you. I insist."

Mike's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Well, if you insist, then—AH!" Just as he walked forward, he tripped, accidentally bringing Zoey down with him.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Zoey!" Mike frantically apologized after standing up, helping her stand up.

She grinned. "It's totally fine. Your clumsiness is one of the things I love about you!"

They shared a moment of laughter, which was interrupted by a coughing sound.

"Well, that was way longer than a second," came Noah's nasally voice as he stood there, unamused by the duo's antics. "Quit being so dependent on him and help us find a way to survive. This is still a challenge, you know."

Zoey tried desperately to mask her fear.


Zoey: There it is again! I'm not that dependent on Mike... am I?


"I should... go..." Zoey said.

Mike frowned. "Oh, alright. I'll just stay here and patrol the area more."

She nodded, and reluctantly followed Noah back to the group.

Once Zoey was gone, Mike stood there, looking up at the support beam and weighing his choices.


Mike: I could either go follow Zoey's group, go follow Scott's group, or just keep patroling. Scott's group is out, obviously, but Zoey might need help. But if I leave, I might miss a walker coming, and then Zoey would really need my help. (He chuckles nervously) I'm sure she'll be alright... right?


(Courtney's group)

When the three of them—

Ezekiel started howling, startling and confusing his group members when nothing was said to provoke it.

...Four of them arrived in Chris's private room, they were pleasantly surprised to find a mount of good and non-perishable food items right in the middle of the room.

"Well, that was easy," Scott said. "So how're we gonna bring all this back?"

Courtney gave an annoyed sigh, as if she were explaining something to an unwilling child. "We're not bringing back the entire thing, Scott."

"Why not?"

Courtney started counting off the reasons with her fingers. "One, it'd take too many separate trips to get it all into the panic room. Two, it'd leave us susceptible to walker attacks. And three, Owen would eat it all. No, I say the lot of us eat some of it now, then bring back enough to feed everyone for the night."4

Ezekiel pounced forward into the mini mountain, then came out with a good amount of portions balanced on his back.

"Well," Courtney said. "Glad to see he's useful for something."

Bridgette half glared, half gasped.


Bridgette: Ezekiel is still a person! So what if he's feral? He shouldn't be treated like a pack mule!


Scott took an apple from the pile on Ezekiel's back and bit it. "Fresh. Yeah, these're good."

Unbeknownst to them, two fiendish competitors watched Courtney's group enviously.

"How dare that witch find food and not us?!" Heather fumed.

"Ah, but Heather, they are sharing it," Alejandro said. "We would not."

"Did I ever say that we would?" she scowled. "No, we need to steal some of it for ourselves."

"They are bringing some back for all of us," Alejandro pointed out. "What good would stealing accomplish?"

"Look, I don't care. I'm getting some of that food, and you can either be with me or against me, and you do not want to be against me."

He put his hands up in mock defense, smirking. "I would never be against you, my sweet. I was merely pointing out the flaws in your plan."

"Yeah, well, don't. Now let's go." She stood up, stalking Courtney's group.

"As you wish, mi amor," Alejandro bowed, following her.


Heather: It's nice to have Alejandro following me for a change. I can do whatever I want to him, command him to do my bidding... It's great. (She frowns a little, looking away from the camera) Why do I feel so empty inside?


Unbeknownst to them, a certain mohawked punk was spying on the villainous duo in an effort to learn about their plans.

"What are you doing?" came Gwen's voice from behind Duncan.

He snapped his head back, slightly startled. "Oh, it's you Pasty."

"Don't call me that."

"Aw, c'mon, you never had a problem with it before."

"That was back when I was dating you. We're over now, remember?"

He shrugged. "I've been calling Courtney Princess even after we broke it off. So I should still be able to call you Pasty."

"You do that with every girl you've dated, don't you? Must be a reminder of the days they'll never get back."

Duncan raised an eyebrow.


Duncan: Man, Gwen is a downer all of a sudden. What's with her?


Gwen: If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that nice people finish last. I've been pretty nice-ish the last few seasons, and I've never made it as far as I did in the first season. The game comes first. Friends are second. (Suddenly, an air vent is broken, revealing Izzy)

Izzy: Ooh, you don't want to do that!

Gwen: Gah, Izzy! What are you doing in here?!

Izzy: You gotta have fun with your friends! Or at least just not care! But don't be obsessed with winning!

Gwen: Yeah, no. And you still haven't answered my question.

Izzy: I always wait for my Big O. You wouldn't believe how many confessionals I hear. Like, it turns out that Courtney's great-great-uncle thrice removed is Hitler!

Gwen: Don't you mean 'was'?

Izzy: No!

Gwen: ... Uh, I'm just gonna... go. (She stands up awkwardly from her seat)

Izzy: Wait! Don't you want to hear about Sierra's Gwameron plan?

Gwen: Nopesorryseeya! (She runs out)


"Well, whatever," Duncan scoffed. He turned back to Heather and Alejandro's direction, saying, "Now if you don't mind..."

"Actually, I do mind," said Gwen. "We kind of need your help."

"With what?"

"To stop the walkers?" she reminded.

Duncan gave a smug smirk. "What makes you think I'm not doing that?"

"You're spying on two of the villains," Gwen deadpanned.

He turned back to Gwen, putting on his charm. "Yeah, but I'd rather spy on you anyday."

Gwen was not amused. She gave him a push, causing him to tumble back. When it was clear to him that he wouldn't stop himself from falling at that rate, he clutched Gwen's wrist in a futile effort to regain his balance. This only caused both of them to fall down, rolling forward.

Heather and Alejandro whipped their heads back at the sound of the duo. "Duncan? Gwen?" asked Alejandro.

"Weird goth girl? Duncan?" asked Heather.

Courtney turned around, surprised at the villainous duo's voices. "Alejandro? Heather?"

"Courtney?" Duncan asked, lifting his head up.

"Courtney?" Gwen asked, lifting her head up as well.

Bridgette turned around. "Gwen?"

"Bridgette?"

Courtney spluttered, "Gwen? Duncan?"

"I hate all of you," Scott deadpanned.

"SCOTT?!" everyone shrieked.

Suddenly, Izzy tumbled in from who-knew-where. "Izzy! Ha ha, whoo-hoo!"

A frustrated Courtney threw her hands up in the air. "WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT TO FOLLOW US?!"

From atop a support beam, Mike's voice piped up. "Uhm, guys?"

Everyone immediately asked, "Mike?"

"You should probably start running," he said nervously.

Courtney grunted. "Unless it's a walker, I don't want to hear it!"

"About that..."

A growling sound echoed about, followed by the walker intern from before's figure appearing off in the somewhat-close distance.

"RUN!" Mike shouted, summersaulting off of the support beam and high-tailing it away. The others followed suit in varying degrees of panic.

Bridgette skidded to a stop. "Wait, where's Ezekiel?!"

"It doesn't matter, just run!" Courtney shouted as she passed Bridgette.

The surfer spotted the feral homeschooled teen approaching the intern, not even bothering to worry.

"Ezekiel!" Bridgette cried out, preparing to go after him.

Courtney, from way far ahead, stopped and yelled out. "Oh, you aren't seriously thinking about dying for that loser, are you?"

Bridgette gave a quick glare to the CIT, which phased into a determined expression in Ezekiel's direction. Without a moment's hesitation, she bolted forward, towards Ezekiel and the walker.

Within five feet of the two inhumans, she gave a wolf whistle then waved her hands in the air. "Hey, walker! Over here!"

The walker snapped its head towards Bridgette and growled.

"Thaaaat's right, look at me, I'm a distraction..." She moved slowly around the walker towards Ezekiel's position. "Don't worry about Zeke, you should be focusing on me now..."

Ezekiel noticed Bridgette inching forward, and he tilted his head and growled, "Aroo?"

"Psst, Zeke," she whispered when she was only inches away from Ezekiel. "Grab my hand, then we'll run for it."

He eyed the outstretched hand for only a moment, then turned back to the walker and barked. Before Bridgette could say anything, Ezekiel started gnawing on the walker's leg.

"RAHCK!" the walker shrieked, somehow able to shake its leg rapidly in an effort to release the feral teen. It didn't work. If anything, it made the walker tumble forward and trip right into Bridgette, bringing her and Ezekiel for one heck of roll down towards the panic room.


(Panic Room: Minutes before Courtney's "group" arrives)

"Well, that was a bust," Noah sighed as he and his three teammates.

"Again, I am so sorry!" Zoey apologized to the other three. "I was just so worried about him!"

"Yeah, well, unless you want us to lose this challenge, you have to quit being so magnetized to him."

"Isn't this real, not a challenge?" Cody asked.

"I don't care enough to answer that."

From the group with Cameron, Owen, and Sierra, the latter gave a high-pitched squeal. "EEEE, CODY!" She immediately glomped the geek.

"Gah, Sierra! You're... squishing... my... sternum!" he gasped out.

Noah shook his head, not even bothering to hide a smirk. "That's a rather apt punishment for stealing my line, don't you think?" he asked to no one in particular.

B merely rolled his eyes.

Noah's smirk vanished. "Give me a break, B. Being peeved off makes my quips lackluster."

Zoey said, "Again, sorry! But Mike could have been really hurt!"

"Wait, what happened?" Cameron piped up from his group (which was basically him and Owen, since Sierra was too busy snuggling Cody's unwilling body). "What happened with Mike?"

"Nothing," she said a bit too defensively. "He just fell from a support beam after Ezekiel spotted him, and I accidentally blew our group's cover. He's not hurt though! Thank goodness..." she added, the last part more to herself than to anyone else.

Cameron sighed in relief. "That's a relief."

Owen brought Cameron in for a bear hug. "Don't worry, buddy! Nobody's getting hurt today!"

"You're... squishing... my... sternum..." gasped Cameron.

"Okay, do any of you even know what the sternum is?" Noah asked.

"The breastbone," everyone sans B, Cameron, and Cody said.

Suddenly, Mike ran in through the doors, panting heavily.

"Mike?" Zoey asked. "What's wrong?"

"Walker!" he panted out, causing most of them to gasp. "We need everyone in here!"

Owen dropped Cameron to the ground, then started sobbing heavily. "NOOO! WE'RE GONNA DIII-I-IIIE!"

Noah raised an eyebrow. "What happened to 'Nobody's getting hurt'?"

Owen was sobbing too much to answer.

Noah groaned. "Ugh, forget it. Cameron, take a—" He stopped when he saw the bubble boy gasping like a fish, still reeling from Owen's bear hug. "Uh, yeah. Zoey, you take a body count. Owen, B, Mike, you three guard the door."

Mike and B nodded and hurried towards the door. Owen, meanwhile, kept sobbing uncontrollably. Zoey began counting the number of people in the room.

"Sierra, quit fondling Cody and do something productive."

She raised her head to glare at Noah. "Cody's the most productive thing, like, ever!"

Noah glared back. "If you want to survive, I'd suggest you do something other than what you're doing right now."

Her glare intensified.

Noah sighed, defeated. "Why don't you just 'protect Cody' from the walker or something?"

Sierra gasped. "I MUST PROTECT CODY!" she shrieked, clutching Cody and rushing to the far end of the panic room.

"Well, that solves that," Noah said.

"There are ten of us!" Zoey called out. "I think we're missing all of Courtney's group, Gwen, Duncan, and Izzy."

"Okay, so that's nine peo—wait, Izzy? Wasn't she just..." He trailed off, looking in Dakota's direction. To his shock, there was no sign of Izzy. "Dakota, where's Izzy?"

"DAKOTA SWEARS IZZY THERE BEFORE," she said frantically. "IZZY TELEPORT?"

Noah turned to Dawn, still in a deep meditative state. "Dawn, do you have any idea where Izzy is?"

She didn't answer. Dawn was too caught up in her meditation.

Duncan and Gwen ran into the panic room, also panting heavily.

"Twelve!" Zoey chimed. "Just Courtney's group and Izzy!"

Right after the sentence escaped her mouth, Heather, Alejandro, Scott, and Izzy all ran in.

Izzy gave a cheering holler. "Ha ha, let's go again!"

"Sixteen," said Zoey. "Any of you guys know where Courtney, Bridgette, and Zeke are?"

Alejandro turned around towards the entrance, saying, "Oh my, they were right behind us! It would be such a shame if they didn't make it."

"Shut it, Alejandro," Heather snapped. "Ooh, when I find Chris, he is going to pay!" she seethed.

Courtney ran inside, huffing as she said, "Bridgette... She went back to help Ezekiel... from the walker...!"

Many of them gasped.

"We have to go and help them!" Zoey said.

"Oh, no you don't," said Dawn, bringing everyone's attention to her. She didn't even move from her stance when she said, "You all may want to move to the side, away from the door, though."

Just about all of them heeded Dawn's warning, pressing themselves to the side. Even the more unwilling ones like Alejandro and Heather. The only one who didn't was Noah. "And why should we—" he started, being cut off by B as the silent genius picked him up by his head and brought the bookworm away from the door.

Not a moment later, three figures rolled inside, landing right at the Owen-shaped indent in the farthest wall. Slowly, Bridgette slumped from the wall, coughing as she crawled away. Ezekiel did the same.

"Bridgette, are you okay?" Courtney asked.

She coughed before saying, "I think so... Is Zeke alright?"

Zeke responded with a woof, clawing at the walker's leg.

Scott groaned. "All that effort, and the zombie still got in!"

"Walker," Cody automatically said, seemingly recovered from Sierra's earlier glomping.

Heather snarled at the geek, lifting him by the scruff of his collar. "Listen here pipsqueak, I am sick and tired of your constant correcting for something so stupid."

"Hey!" Sierra snapped. "Hands off my Codykins!"

Alejandro put a hand on Sierra's shoulder. "Now, now, I don't believe Heather expresses any intent of hurting your precious... semi-man."

Sierra huffed, muttering, "She better not hurt him..."

"In fact, this entire thing is stupid!" Heather cried out, dropping Cody to the ground and turning to the walker's direction. "That is stupid! And I am not going to spend the rest of my life worrying about something so harmless!"

"But, uhm, walkers can make you turn into one of them if they bite you..." Cody said sheepishly.

"I don't care!" she said, stomping towards the walker. "I don't care about whatever danger it could be..."

When she got close to the slumped over walker, Heather kicked Ezekiel away, causing him to land near the others.

"I don't care about Chris's stupid challenge. And most of all..."

She lifted her foot in the air, preparing to strike. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT CHRIS'S STUPID INTERN!"

Her foot struck down, a mighty crunch echoing, causing most of the guys to wince.

"EEEEP!" shrieked the 'walker', clutching its crotch and falling to the side. "Mommy...!"

"That's not a walker?" Cody asked.

"Of course it isn't!"

Everyone's attention turned to the door, where Chris Mc Lean stood as smug as ever. "It was all a challenge!"

"HAH! YES! IN YOUR FACE, DUNCAN!" Courtney shrieked.

"What? I didn't even say it wasn't a challenge," Duncan said.

"I DON'T CARE!"

Chris chuckled. "Yes, it was all a challenge, all planned by me, Chris Mc Lean!" He gave a toothy grin to the camera.

"So what you're saying is..." Gwen started.

"This whole thing..." said Scott.

"Wasn't real?" Zoey said.

"And we were running around like a chicken with its head cut off..." said Cameron.

"FOR NOTHING?" said Dakota.

"And Heather completely ruined that intern's chances of reproducing, which she probably would have done regardless, correct?" Noah said.

"Exactly!" chirped Chris.

There was a long, awkward beat of silence until...

Izzy brought out a slime bazooka. "Ooh, this'll be the perfect time to use this!"

Chris's eyes widened. "What, no, wai—" He was interrupted by the torrent of green slime that propelled him right at the wall.

Everyone cheered.

"Ugh," Chris groaned, wiping the slime from his face. "I swear, if you weren't good for ratings, you'd be eliminated, Izzy."

Izzy didn't care. Instead, she turned the bazooka around, pointing it to her, and fired. Now with a head coated with slime, she cheered. "Whoo-hoo, yeah!"


Cameron: Izzy never fails to scare the living daylights out of me.

(Suddenly, the air vent pops open, revealing Izzy)

Izzy: Heard you were talkin' dirt about me, eh, Cammy-bear? Wanna say hi to my bazooka?

Cameron: (shrieks like a girl and runs out of the confessional)


"So, since Heather saved the day—which is a huge shocker—, I say that the Protags win!"

Most of the Protags cheered. The ones that didn't, however, were too busy worrying about the fate of their friends on the Notags.

Sierra held Cody in a protective grasp. "Ooh, Chris, can't you have some kind of immunity challenge? Or just give Cody immunity?"'

"Yeeeah, no. I'll see you all in the elimination ceremony in one hour, where one of you will become the biggest loser ever." With that, he left the room.

Everyone shared looks of worry.


Owen: I'm really glad that my team won! But I'm also kind of worried for my little buddies, like Noah. (He thinks for a second) Aw, I'm sure he won't get voted off! So what if he's always been the first voted off in each of his teams? ...Oh, now I'm not so sure.

(Suddenly, the airvent is broken, revealing Izzy)

Izzy: There you are, Big O! C'mon, it's time for some hardcore make-out sessions! (Sh picks up Owen and somehow pulls him inside the airvent)

Sierra: Nobody better vote for my Codykins, or they're dead! (She pulls out a spare Gwen paper-cut out and rips the 'collarbone') Preferably by a subclavian cut! Or whatever!

Scott: Well, of course we'd win. Protags beat Notags, duh. Here's hoping they vote off Moonbeam. (His eyes narrow) She knows too much.


(At the elimination ceremony)

"Welcome to your first ever elimination ceremony!" Chris announced. "The winners, the Protags, will be sitting on these super posh seats, handmade by me, Chris Mc Lean!?" He gives a toothy grin to the camera.

"These are just cardboard!" Courtney complained, followed by her 'seat' caving in, causing her to fall.

"What do you expect when something's handmade by Chris?" Gwen quipped, chuckling to herself.


Gwen: To set the record straight, I'm not mad at Courtney anymore for what happened during the last All Star season. Seriously, I'm not one to hold grudges. But I'm still in it to win it.


Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, fine, you Protags just sit with the others and talk for a bit." He produced a vacuum pack. "I need to take care of some professional confessional business." He jogged away towards the confessionals.

"And worst pun of the millenium goes to Chris Mc Lean," Noah deadpanned.

"I wonder what he's doing over there," Cody pondered.

"My guess? He's probably trying to stop one of Izzy and Owen's hardcore make-out sessions."

A scream of terror rang out from the direction of the confessionals, followed by, "NOOO! THREE STRANDS OF HAIR! AND THEY'RE RUINED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Did Izzy just go easy on Chris?" Sierra gasped.

"No, that was because Chris tripped on a blade of grass," sighed Noah.

Meanwhile, Bridgette sat next to Ezekiel, patting his toque.

"I hope they don't vote you off, Zeke," she said to him. "You don't really have the best track record in terms of eliminations, you know."

"Maybe you should worry about yourself," said Courtney, walking over to Bridgette.

The surfer girl reeled back slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm just saying," she said, sitting down next to her, "that you won't get far if you needlessly risk your life like you did before."

"Ezekiel was in danger!" she spluttered.

"It wasn't really a walker."

"None of us knew that then!"

"Still. If you're going to try and be a hero, at least be one to someone who's not elimination fodder."

Bridgette gave a sad glance to Ezekiel's direction. "He's not fodder...!"

"Bridgette, you're one of the few friends I have here. Try and think logically, alright?"

Bridgette sighed.


Bridgette: I always think with my heart, though. I'm not saying Courtney's wrong, but she just doesn't understand that there's more to life than brainpower.


Scott walked over to the two girls and feral freakshow. "Listen here surfer girl and thing, I need you two to vote for Dawn tonight."

Bridgette blinked. "Why?"

"Because."

"That's not really a good reason," Bridgette deadpanned.

Scott sneered. "Like you have anyone else to vote for."

"He has a point," Courtney said, then added, "surprisingly."

Bridgette pursed her lips. "I'll–I'll think about it, okay?"

"That's good enough for me," Scott smirked, then walked away.

Over by the villainous duo, Heather was fuming.

"I just saved their greasy butts, and nobody's wanting to kiss my feet! Unbelievable!" she seethed.

"Ah, but Heather, I would be more than willing to kiss feet as lovely as yours," Alejandro cooed.

"Buzz off."

"What are you guys complaining about?" said Duncan as he walked over to the two. "At least you're safe from elimination."

"Yes, and you would be too if Chris did not play such a pitiful prank on you," said Alejandro.

Heather didn't bother to hide her laughter. "Yeah, you were such a wuss in season five. Like, 'Oh, where are the rest of them?', 'Come on, I'll only borrow it for a second!' 'Oh, boo hoo hoo!'" she mocked, then exploded with laughter.

Alejandro chuckled along. "Yes, that entire performance was a pity. 'Fists of five'? We all have four fingers, you idiota."

Duncan snarled. "Oh yeah? Well—"

"Well what? 'Goshy gosh, poopy face, fuzzy slippers'?" Heather managed to say before resuming her earthquake of laughter.

Duncan growled, then turned away and left.

Zoey sat at the farthest seat, companied only by Dakota.

"IS BUH-FUH-FUH ALRIGHT?" Dakota asked.

"Huh? Yeah, of course!" Her chattering teeth and knocking knees gave her away, though. She managed a shaky sigh. "Oh, no, I'm not. I'm just so freaked out right now. Everyone might be voting for me, and I'd be the first to go home!"

Dakota tried giving a light hug, which, due to her super strength, became a slightly tight hug for Zoey. "IF ZOEY FEELS BETTER, DAKOTA NOT VOTE FOR YOU."

Zoey sniffed. "Really?"

Dakota nodded.

"Thanks Dakota. You're a great friend. Now, uhm, can you let me go? It's a little too tight."

Dakota happily obliged.

Over by the others sat Mike, Cameron, B, and Gwen. Mike kept glancing at Zoey's direction every five seconds before saying, "I'm so worried about Zoey guys. She looks so freaked out."

"I'm sure she'll be fine, Mike," Cameron consoled. "She has a lot of friends on her team who wouldn't dare vote her off."

Mike nodded slightly, glancing over towards Zoey again. "You're probably right, Cam. But I'm still worried..."

"Don't be, Mike," said Dawn, suddenly appearing next to him.

"Gah!" Mike shrieked in shock, clinging to the closest thing next to him, which was Cameron's arm. That caused both of the boys to fall to the ground.

"Oof! Sorry, Cam!" Mike apologized as he and Cameron got up off the ground.

"It's fine," Cameron groaned, rubbing his neck.

"Did I startle you again?" Dawn asked. "I have a habit of doing that."

"Yeah. So what were you saying?" Mike asked.

"You shouldn't worry about Zoey. She's not fated to leave today."

Mike sighed. "Whew, that's a relief!"

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "I thought you couldn't reveal the future to anyone."

"When it's something that will be revealed very soon and would do more good than harm to reveal, I make exceptions," Dawn shrugged.

"Hmm," Gwen hummed, letting her gaze fall to the ground.

"Gwen?" Cameron asked. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seem a bit more quiet and apathetic than usual," he said.

"I'm fine. Just bored."

"Oh..."


Cameron:Why is Gwen so distant all of a sudden? Wasn't she more social during the first All Star season?


Mike turned to Dawn. "So if Zoey's not getting voted off, who is?"

"Oh, I think you'll find out soon." She paused, then turned to B, putting a hand on his arm. "It's not you either, B, don't worry."

B relaxed.

Soon, Chris came back with Owen and Izzy, looking completely disheveled. "Okay, you guys go over there..." he said tiredly, motioning the duo to the others.

"Whoo! Intense make-outs!" Izzy laughed maniacally.

"That was something we didn't need confirmed," said Noah. "Can we just get on with it?"

"Fine, fine," said Chris, patting his hair and composing himself. "Okay! Team Protags on the left, Notags and Even Bigger Sweethearts on the right!"

Soon, the teams sat separately.

Chris produced a platter of golden Chris statuettes. "I have here eighteen handsome statuettes, which will go to all but one of you. The person who does not get a super hot Chris must take the Rickshaw of Shame and they can never return. EV-ER."

"No Lame-osine?" asked Cody. "Why a rickshaw, of all things?"

"You know, I really don't know. But I always liked the name "Rickshaw". Might give it to my firstborn, eh? Anyway, because Heather successfully kicked the kiwis off of the walker—"

"An event that will probably scar us for the rest of our lives," Noah quipped. "Actually, this entire day will."

"Noah? Shut up. Okay, so, since Heather defeated the walker, she has given the Protags immunity for tonight!"

"You should all be thanking me," Heather said.

"Yeah, because kicking a dude in the crotch is something only you could do," Duncan smirked.

"True that," Chris chuckled. "Anyway, you protags are safe. Owen, Sierra, Mike, Cameron, Courtney, Gwen, Alejandro, Heather, and Scott." He tossed a Chris figurine to everyone he listed off.

Owen's mouth started watering when he caught the statuette. "Is it chocolate?"

"Some are. Some are marshmallow."

Owen gulped the entire thing down in one bite, foil and all.

"And some could be rat dung," Chris finished.

Owen's eyes widened, before he shrugged. "Eh, it was tangy."

All the Protags made a simultaneous move to sit away from Owen.

"Now to the Notags and Even Bigger Sweethearts," Chris said, turning to the other two teams. "I gotta say, I wasn't at all surprised that you all lost. You had the one that became one of two group leaders..."

Cody beamed.

"The one that ruined the cover of the split team..."

Zoey shrank back.

"The one that wouldn't stop with their snarkiness..."

Noah shrugged.

"The one that kinda did nothing except save the fatty and entertain the one that forced me to shower for three extensive hours..."

Dakota waved while Izzy cheered.

"And the one that also did kind of nothing, but at least did a good job at it."

B gave a thumbs up.

"You six are a a bunch of misfits, you know that?" Chris said. "Because you will all stay misfits, since you six have immunity as well!"

"What?!" came the screams of many, with mixed reactions.

Chris threw statuettes at the six listed competitors. "Because I'm feeling generous, and because you six followed Cody's group instead of Courtney's by splitting up into your teams, you get immunity!"

"Hey, what about me?" Duncan asked. "I went with the pipsqueak too."

Chris gave a melodramatic moan. "Uuugh, fiiiine. Duncan gets immunity too, blah blah blah." He halfheartedly threw the statuette in Duncan's general direction before changing his demeanor into a more upbeat one. "So, that leaves Bridgette, Dawn, and Ezekiel up for elimination! All nine of you Notags have to vote for one of those three! Ready? Go!"


B: (He scribbles something down, then turns to the camera and shrugs)

Bridgette: Oh no... Dawn and Zeke are the two who've been cheated out of the game the most. I can't just vote for them! (She sighs, then writes something down) I guess I'll vote for myself.

Cody: (He writes something down, then looks at the camera) Sorry dude, but you're pretty scary now.

Dakota: DAKOTA GLAD BUH-FUH-FUH AND DAKOTA NO GET VOTED OFF. (She writes something)

Dawn: Just as I expected. (She writes down something) I'm truly sorry Ezekiel, but staying here would be ill-advised for you.

Ezekiel: (He tries writing, but ultimately fails and leaves the confessional)

Izzy: (She writes down something, then springs up into the air vents)

Noah: (sarcastically) Ooh, how fun. I get to choose between a peacemaker, a peacemaker who's also a witch, and the guy with the dog-like mentality. It should be obvious who I'm voting for. (He writes something down)

Zoey: You have no idea how relieved I am. It's hard enough being away from Mike and Cameron, but I'm so worried that I'll seem like a weak link to the team! I'm glad I have immunity, or I don't know what I'd do. (She pauses) Oh, I have to vote for someone. Right. (She writes something down)


"Players, you've all cast your votes," said Chris. "It's time to say goodbye to one of you."

Bridgette looked worried, Dawn seemed impassive, and Ezekiel... was too busy being Ezekiel.

"The one who's not going home is Dawn, with no votes against her."

Dawn caught the thrown statuette effortlessly.

Bridgette gulped, half from the pressure, and half from the glare Scott was giving her.

"The final Chris of the night goes to..."

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"...Bridgette, with one vote."

Bridgette let out a gasp as the statuette landed next to her. "Ezekiel's out? But he, he shouldn't be! Come on, he's never gotten farther than last place!" She whipped her head to the others. "Couldn't you guys have given him the chance to not be out first?!"

Zoey gave a shrug. "Sorry Bridgette, but I didn't want to vote for you or Dawn."

Some of the other Notags nodded in agreement.

Bridgette's head lowered. "Oh..." she sighed, then turned to Ezekiel. "I'm sorry, Zeke. I really thought you'd make it a little farther."

Ezekiel howled, rubbing his head on Bridgette's leg affectionately.

"Ezekiel, your rickshaw of loserdom awaits," Chris said, motioning to the rickshaw.

Bridgette gave a sad smile. "I guess this is good bye, Zeke," she said, patting his head.

He gave a joyful woof, and then pounced on the rickshaw.

"Now this makes my job worthwhile," said Chris, holding up a remote with a button and pressing it.

The handles spouted out rockets, both of which ignited almost instantaneously. The rickshaw was propelled forward, sending the feral teen out towards the night, a lone howl echoing about.

Chris turned to the camera. "One down, many more to go! Who will win? Who will lose? And who's getting the rickety rocket caboose? Find out next time on Total! Drama! Reset!"


Votes: B: Ezekiel

Bridgette: Bridgette Cody:

Ezekiel

Dakota: Ezekiel

Dawn: Ezekiel

Ezekiel: [ripped paper]

Izzy: Ezekiel

Noah: Ezekiel

Zoey: Ezekiel

19th place: Ezekiel


Pika Scootaloo: Sorry to those of you who have an intense burning hatred for Zoey or B, but come on, did you really expect Ezekiel to get farther than last? That's what those Kobold Necromancer fics are for!

So, anyway, here is episode two, written by me. Waffle wrote the first one, and we'll be doing every other episode. Ergo, Waffle does three, I do four, he does five, etc., etc..

Uhm... I don't I have anything else to say. Waffle?

Constipated Waffle: Lookit me, I'm finally returning to writing these things! Expect to see a lot of experimentation and such from my chapters as a try to focus on a definitive style. A lemony narrator type thing seems appealing so far… Anyway, I need all the construcktive criticism I can get (like "Waffle, you just spelled "constructive" wrong, ya numbskull!") so drop [s]the bass[/s] a review whenever you feel the need to.

I, well… I guess that's all. Back to you, Pika.

Pika Scootaloo: "Lemony narrator?" I hope you don't mean like Lemony Snicket. He explains even the simplest words, and it's kind of infuriating.

So, uh, yeah. Next time on Total Drama Reset, will brain triumph over brawn? Only the strongest and the smartest will see if mind over matter is really true. It helps that we'll be focusing on Phil Rye! Tune in next time, where *sob* everything is matter... Except energy, of course!

I'm sorry, but I needed to shoehorn at least one reference to the Bill Nye parody. So, see ya soon!