Holy shit its been a while. You can thank Grochek1 for this, he mentioned an interest, and lead me to some other Loop stories, and I thought man, I have to get back to this. So here it is.

Chapter 2

Columbus had gone through the whole goddamn ridiculous thing again and again, each time culminating in Christa and Little Rock getting trapped in the amusement park – although he was usually able to keep Bill Murray alive, that guy was hilarious – and each time, each, freaking, time- he had died. And woken up right back where he started. Now he was an old hat at zombie-killings, able to give Tallahassee a run for his money on a good day.

He was due a vacation away from those guys. Even though he had eventually warmed to the three of them, they were downright annoying when they first met.

This loop, he had decided, was just going to be filled with the sweet, sweet music of zombie death. That in mind, he wrenched open the door to see 406, and swept her up in a deep kiss. Him and Christa had been able to get a lot of practice, so he was fairly confident in his ability to leave her breathless.

She pushed hard against his shoulders, breaking away from his kiss. "What the hell, you creep?!" She cried out, rubbing her forearm furiously against her mouth.

He ignored her, instead going into his closet to find what he was looking for. He didn't have any guns, unfortunately, but he did have some blunt weapons. Seizing up a baseball bat, he hefted it in his hands admiringly.

"Yeah, this'll do." He said, smiling absently.

"Do for what?" 406 said warily.

"Oh, are you still here?" Columbus said airily, glancing at her momentarily. She spluttered. "Help yourself to whatever you need. I'll just be out there, splattering some zombie brains. Ciao!"

He ducked outside.

/^*^\

Today had been a good day. He had set up a deckchair in the middle of the street, slightly leaned back so that he could have a nap in between zombie attacks, and the baseball bat clutched loosely in his left hand was virtually covered in blood and brains. The many bodies strewn across the street indicated just how long he'd been at this, if the bone-deep ache in his batting arm didn't.

He heard a noise, a groaning, in the background. Sitting up slightly, he raised his sunglasses and peered down the street. There was another horde approaching. Columbus sighed happily and got to his feet. Setting himself in an exaggerated batter's stance, he raised the baseball bat in the ready position, and wriggled in anticipation.

"Batter up!" He called out loudly as the first zombie, a fast one, reached him. He lashed out with his baseball bat and knocked the zombie's head clean off his shoulders.

"Woo! Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" He crowed in excitement.

There were three in a row approaching next, so he jabbed the middle one in the stomach and sent it stumbling back, knocked the left one's knees out from under it, and pirouetted into an overhead swing that pulped the right one's head. Taking a moment to kill the other two, he readied himself for another wave.

The rest of the loop passed in happy contention for Columbus, at least until he was overcome by a particularly large wave of zombies that tore him limb from limb.

/^*^\

When Columbus woke up again, it wasn't at his home. He was staring at a white ceiling, and getting up revealed a very different room than he was used to.

What the fuck?

There came a knock at his door, and a British-sounding voice spoke up. "I'm just going to the corner shop mate, do you want anything?"

"Uh, could- woah, that is weird." He paused upon hearing the British accent come out of his mouth. "Could you tell me what is going on, please?"

There was silence for a moment, then a muted ruckus outside, followed by furious whispering.

"All right, just, erm, hang on a moment." The voice said again.

/^*^\

"So this is your first fused loop?" Shaun asked, taking a sip from his glass. Him and Ed had gotten Columbus a couple of pints of lager for the explanation, which Columbus was greatly looking forward to. Finally knowing what the hell was going on would stop him from going completely stir-crazy.

"Yeah. I was wondering if I was going to have to live through those loops forever, I mean..." Columbus shivered. Shaun nodded sympathetically.

"Well, this is a zombie loop, so-"

"Hey, so was mine!" Columbus said, sitting up. "In America though."

"Hmm." Shaun said thoughtfully, as Ed returned with another round of drinks.

"Alright lads?" Ed asked, sliding another pint over to Columbus. He took a sip politely, but I didn't really taste that great.

"Yeah," Shaun said, taking a drink from his glass. "Turns out Columbus here is from a zombie loop as well."

"Ooh," Ed said. "Maybe they actually take place in the same Universe, and you just got transferred over here?"

They were silent for a moment, contemplating that thought, before Shaun started talking again.

"Anyway, as I understand it, there's this thing called 'Yggdrasil'-"

"The World-Tree?" Columbus said, confused.

"Yeah. Except it's not a myth, it's some kind of server containing the multiverse. It's run by all the gods we thought were mythical, but something went wrong."

"That doesn't sound good," Columbus muttered, taking a deep draught from his drink.

"It isn't. Basically, in order to fix the problem, whatever it is, they set a bunch of worlds to 'Loop' so that they had time to fix it. In order to maintain stability or something, in each world there's an Anchor, the first person to start looping."

"That was Shaun here, but I started soon after." Ed cut in, as Shaun took another drink. "Basically, after a while, other people will start Looping as well, usually those you were close to in the original loop."

"But no-one else in my world has started looping yet." Columbus said, brow furrowed. Shaun shrugged.

"These things can take time. It should be soon though – people are normally awake before your first fused loop."

"Right, you mentioned those. What are they?" Columbus asked.

"Well, sometimes, a world crosses over with another world. We haven't had many, but we were lucky enough to meet some of the more experienced loopers, and they taught us a few tricks."

Shaun held his hand up in front of him, and a cricket bat suddenly appeared in his hand.

"What the fuck?!" Columbus exclaimed, leaping to his feet.

"It's called a subspace pocket." Shaun replied calmly. "I'm not really that good with them, and Ed here is utterly hopeless."

"Never really got the hang of it myself." Ed said, before finishing up his drink and pointing at them. "Another round?"

Columbus sank back into his chair. "Sure, why not." He said. "It's not like this day can get any crazier." He paused. "So how do you do this 'subspace pocket' thing, anyway?"

Shaun grinned.

/^*^\

Columbus was... Well, not happy to be back in his home universe, but certainly relieved. Him, Shaun, and Ed had gone on a drunken rampage through throngs of zombies, happily swinging and putting them down with wild abandon, until the police had turned up. Ed still got turned into a zombie, but Shaun told him that that happened pretty much every loop.

He'd gotten the subspace pocket down, for the most part. He wasn't able to store very much in there, but Shaun had told him that that was just natural, and that he would get better the more he used it.

Currently he had a pump-action shotgun in there, for emergencies, and was carrying a rifle over his shoulder. He had decided it would be nice to meet Tallahassee and the gang again, so he was walking down the highway, waiting for the Caddy to show up.

And there it was, rumbling down the road again. It pulled up next to him, and the window rolled down, Tallahassee's gun pointed directly at his face. Columbus already had his gun at the ready.

Just as he remembered, Columbus jerked his thumb out to hitch a ride, and Tallahassee rolled his eyes.

"Get in, Columbus." Tallahassee said, then froze.

"Wait, what?" Columbus said. Was Tallahassee Awake?

"Uhh..." He stuttered a couple of times, then forced a chuckle. "That's just something I call new people I meet, because... Uhh..."

Columbus held back a laugh. "Tallahassee, don't worry about it. I remember too!"

Tallahassee blinked. "Well, you better get in, and tell me what the hell is going on."

"The first thing you need to know is that there's this thing called Yggdrasil..."

/^*^\

After explaining to Tallahassee what was happening, and teaching him the subspace pocket trick – he was even worse at it than Columbus was – they were driving down the road again.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Columbus reached into his bag, searching for a moment. Tallahassee glanced over to see what he was looking for, and his eyes widened when he pulled it out. "Twinkies!"

"... Boy, you do not wanna know how much I wanna kiss you right now."

/^*^\

Him and Tallahassee enjoyed several days of hanging out, talking, and sweet zombie death. When Columbus told him some of the things he had gotten up to on his loops, including the few days of sitting in the street for a few days to kill some zombies, Tallahassee threw his head back and laughed.

They decided not to head straight for Little Rock and Christa's place, instead spending a few days extra to clear out a small town of several zombies.

"Y'know," Columbus said, as he pulped the head of zombie. "We could set up our own community here. Start building civilization back up again. Like they do in other zombie movies."

Tallahassee looked at him. Columbus shrugged. "Just a thought."

They were back on the road a few hours later, but Tallahassee was oddly pensive. They met up with Little Rock and Christa, but they weren't Awake, which was disappointing. Still, this time they managed to prevent the fiasco that had happened originally – Tallahassee had gone and called their bluff, asking them to prove that she was bitten. He and Columbus had raised eyebrows when they saw her unblemished skin.

"Alright, fine. She wasn't actually bitten." Christa rolled her eyes. "But we needed to get out of here, and some poor schmuck was bound to believe us at some point."

"Well, we can't just leave ya here to trap anyone walking by who more stupid than us." Tallahassee smirked, and Columbus barely restrained himself from laughing out loud – they'd long since come to realise the humour of the situation. "Why don't you come with us?"

Little Rock and Christa frowned, then huddled together to confer. Him and Tallahassee withdrew as well.

"So what now? Just keep driving until... what?" Columbus asked.

"Well, I figure we pick up Bill Murray – if you can keep yourself from shooting him this time – Then we set ourselves up a nice little home. See if we can't rebuild society, like in those other zombie films."

"Speaking of Bill Murray, this reminds me of that movie, Groundhog Day." Columbus said.

Tallahassee thought for a moment. "So it does. I wonder... do you think Bill'll start looping?"

"I hope so. That would be so awesome." Columbus said, grinning. "Although it'd be kinda trippy for him to actually be taking part in something so similar to his own movie."

They were cut off from further talk by Christa and Little Rock breaking up their conversation. "Alright, we'll go with you guys. For a while at least- we'll see how it goes."

"Alrighty then. I'm Tallahassee, this is Columbus, we name ourselves on where we're goin'. You two would be?"

Christa glanced at her sister. "I guess I'll be Wichita, and this'll be Little Rock."

"Alrighty then. Hop in the Caddy and we'll be on our way."

/^*^\

Well, uh, that's a wrap. It's been a long freaking time since I watched Zombieland, so the characters might be a little off. Lemme know what you think, and I'll hopefully be able to get another chapter out soon.