No, I couldn't do that. There something was... different about him, something worth looking in to. I turned back around to the bluenette slumped awkwardly on the ground. His thin form was shaking a bit, and against my better judgement I approached him again. In no time I was kneeling in front of the teen, attempting to gather him in my arms. Something about him drew me in, made me want to help him. It freaked me out a bit, considering I generally avoid doing anything that is not directly rewarding to me.

"MURDOC! What are you doing?! We have to GO!" Noodle shrieked.

I ignored her and boosted the unconscious teenage over my shoulder, becoming slightly surprised by how little he weighed. Noodle continued shrieking at me uselessly, and for good reason too. The desperate thumping and scratching on the glass door was steadily increasing, and cracks were beginning to form. I was a tad surprised it had not collapsed completely, but I'm not at all one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I stood up quickly and tried to ignore the warm trail of blood trickling down my back from the teen's arm wound. It was unnerving, but I had better things to worry about.

"Murdoc, what in jeezus's name are you doing!?" Russel asked.

I gave him a hard glare. "Did ya think I was just gonna-"

CRASHHH!

The window broke sending glittering shards of glass tumbling through the air like like little stabby snowflakes. I ducked them and quickly jumped over the obese body of the zombie Norm (which, I might add, was probably a world record for long jump. He was faaaatt...) and sprinted in the direction of the back room. Noodle and Russel were at my heels and picking off some of the rushing zombies. As we burst out the door I saw waves upon waves of the undead filling the blood-soaked shop. Noodle opened the door with a powerful high-kick, and me and Russ ran into the tiny room. Russel used his bulking frame to barricade the door.

I looked around the storage room and noticed a nice little KORG keyboard and the half-eaten remains of a hispanic woman. Thumping and scratching came from the door, highlighting the desperate attempts the zombies were making to get at the kid. Why was he so important to them?

"Okai, let's go now!" Noodle said, her voice wavering a bit.

Noodle wrenched open the back door and ran out, followed by Russel. Without Russel's frame to block them, I was suddenly face-to-face with an angry horde of zombies that were pushing their way into the small room. I felt about forty pairs of shriveled up eyes size me up. Nobody moved. With my eyes locked on previously-deceased, I slowly bent down and scooped up the keyboard and stepped over the rotting corpse.

The zombies' eyes lazily trailed my every move. With keyboard in hand, I backed slowly out of the shop. The zombies slowly advanced, twitching and groaning on occasion. Having enough of seeing their teeth clack together in morbid anticipation, I quickly turned tail and sprinted to the Geep, which was a tad difficult with a stick-man over your shoulder and a keyboard tucked under your arm. I must have looked ridiculous.

I stumbled a bit on the way, but managed to get to the Geep in one (or rather two, counting Zombie Boy) piece. Russel was sitting in the driver's seat revving the engine and Noodle was strapped into the passanger seat like a delicate vase. I mentally cursed Russle for stealing my seat, but got over it quickly in favor of not being eaten alive by zombies. I carefully dumped Zombie Boy into the seat next to me, and the keyboard on the floor.

"Go Go GO!" I yelled at Russel, and we peeled out of the lot.

Normally I would have driven, but I had more important things on my mind. Zombie boy had stopped trembling, and it was a serious concern of mine that he might have died. I pulled him protectively into my lap, attempting to provide a bit of shelter from the wind whipping furiously at the Geep. I could now hear short, raspy breathing, but that instilled equal amounts of worry and relief. He was alive, but not doing well.

"Damn' it!" Russel shouted and the Geep jostled around.

"What's going on!" I demanded.

"The zombies! They followin' us! Just ran over one, too!" He answered, sounding a bit stressed.

He had every reason to be stressed! The zombies usually mad a point of avoiding such a noisy vehicle as the Geep, but now, as I glanced back, I could see them shuffling towards us.

"WOT THE HELL?!"

"Russel please hurry! This is very bad! We need to get back to Kong!" Noodle said urgently.

Russel nodded and slammed his gigantic steak of a foot down on the accelerator, the Geep jolting forward as he did so. At the same time, Zombie Boy (at lack for a proper name) fell off my lap and into the foot-space in an ungraceful tangle of limbs. He looked like one of those puzzles with the nail and the twisty metal bit and the string, you know.. those impossible puzzle things? Never mind.

As soon as I managed to get Zombie Boy untangled and back on the seat, the sky darkened to the most ominous shade of black I have ever seen. It seemed the sky had filled with ash from an unseen volcano, or someone stuffed a whole pallet of charcoal pencils into a paper shredder.

"FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN STEP ON IT YOU FAT SACK OF LARD!" I yelled desperately at Russel.

Any other time, I swear to Satan he would have hit me, but he was just as freaked out as I was. We were all freaked out, even Noodle, the trademark calm one. The dark clouds dipped lower than any regular cloud should have. It was only about a foot above my head, and I could hear it hissing awful things that I could scarcely make out. Words like death, suffering and hell. The clouds got lower and the air we breathed in nearly stung, it tasted so foul.

"Russel the Black Clouds are going to get us!" Noodle cried.

"I can see Kong, baby girl! We're gon' be alright!" Russel said excitedly.

He spoke the truth, Kong was rapidly approaching. From the Geep I could see a hoard of at least a thousand zombies, all of them standing there, waiting. How did they know where we would be? They had never found our hideout before!

I glanced down at Zombie Boy and nearly laid an egg. His eyes were open! He stared almost dreamily at the clouds before his damaged eyes flickered shut again, but not before I could gawk at him like an autistic seagull. I was jarred out of my fascination when the Geep burst through the first layer of the undead. Body parts, organs and blood was flying everywhere, bits occasionally landing near me. Russel plowed on, and I could hear the rotted bones of the zombies crack under the weight of the Geep (not to mention Russel), and the disgusting squelch of flesh and brain matter splatting on the boot and windscreen.

"Okay brace yo'selves! We goin' through the gate!" Russel warned.

Noodle tightened her seat belt, Russel gripped the steering wheel with his massive hands, and I braced both myself and Zombie Boy against the drivers seat.

SMAASHHHHHH BANG BOOM CRASSSHHHH!

We flew through the gates of Kong, successfully obliterating them in the process. The Geep (being the incredibly inconvenient vehicle it was) skidded to a big fat hairy halt and one of the tires popped off, causing me and Zombie Boy to topple over in the seat. The moment the Geep stopped trying to kill itself, I straightened myself and the bluenette up. There was a pregnant silence, and Russel was the first to say anything.

"Why aint' they comin' in?" He asked, referring to the zombies and Kong.

I looked at the ruined gate a few feet behind us. All of the rotting corpses stayed at least five feet away from the gates, creating order I had never before seen in the undead.

"Maybe... maybe they cannot?" Noodle proposed.

As if to answer her question, a particularly nasty zombie with a missing arm (who had obviously lost all bowel control) staggered up to the gates of Kong. It slowly dragged itself past the mangled peices of twisted metal and stood stock still. We all (aside from Zombie Boy) watched it with morbid curiosity. It swayed left, sidestepped right then toppled over in a heap of rotted flesh. The rest of the undead hoard stared at it with withered eyes, then slowly started to shuffle away, as if uninterested in us suddenly.

An ominous hissing sound brought my attention to the dented hood of the Geep. There was something spitting out of it, and that unnerved me a bit.

"I don't know about yew lot, " I began casually. "But I'm not gonna wait around to find out what that moight' be."

At that I dragged myself and the featherweight Zombie Boy out of the broken Geep. Noodle and Russel soon followed, clambering out of the vehicle carefully as not to break it further. We slowly walked back to the huge mansion that was Kong. Once we were about forty feet away from it, one of the front tires decided to pop off and send the Geep into a crashing heap of twisted metal and green paint. I ignored it. It had been a long day, and we were all completely knackered.

Noodle wearily glanced at the teenager slung casually over my shoulder before wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

"Ya know what we need right now?" Russel asked us.

"What." Was my tiered reply.

"Chicken wings."


Aaaaannnnddddd there's chapter two! Thanks to Gorillaz_Latin_Fan for reading reviewing and favoriteing my stories, your support means so much to me! LOVE YOU! And thanks GorillazObsessor, you are just awesome in general. And a shout-out to PixelBoy, LEAVE A REVIEW MAYBE?! Gawd. Anyway, has anybody else noticed that the Geep's steering is north american styled? Weird.

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Next chapter includes 2D's new accommodations and him waking up and FINALLY talking. :D

Also, I would like to thank Mentalcase50 for being the first person to ever make me a shrimp gumbo!

-Azure the Zombie