AN: This chapter is back at the Dot. I know, it's been slow with story progression in terms of Eli making it back to Degrassi and such… but the next chapter! I promise Eli will be at meet Mr. Simpson and such! Sooo, new ep tomorrow!

Who's cyber stalking Clare?

It'd better be Eli, just saying. And him with the whole, "Don't leave me…please"

Omg, I swoon every time in the promo.

The whole Alli storyline is just…*yawn* AND Fitz! GTFO, with your Jesus etc….

Anyways.. I hope you guys like this one. It was fun to write.

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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. I also own an oversized grey pullover hoodie ;)

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 : 4

The noises of the night grew louder. Although hidden in the storage closet with a sleeping Mrs. Bandari, and an Adam lost in thought, Clare shook with fear next to Alli. Despite the fact that the front entrance of the Dot was sealed off, as well as the exit in the back, the girls still felt uneasy. Adam and Eli (before he left) double checked each opening to ensure the others' protection. However, wood was still wood, glass was still glass, and metal was still metal-all penetrable, manmade, and unwarranted zombie-proof.

Clare hadn't stopped crying since Eli left. Once he was no longer visible on the streets, the poor girl threw herself into the darkness of the storage room. Adam followed, but without any true comfort. He tried to calm her down, as much as possible, but he couldn't. Adam and Eli had remained best friends throughout college. Once Clare moved in, however, the two didn't hang out as much as they used to. Adam was invited over to the apartment whenever he was pleased, but he couldn't help but to still feel the jealousy of the third wheel. Sure he'd met girls, and dated a couple occasionally, but Adam still hadn't found his Clare-his one person to share everything with. The only confidant he had was his best friend, Eli, so when Eli explained that he would be leaving Clare at the Dot with him, he greatly obliged, for he knew Eli would do the same for him. Besides, Clare was good friend too. The girl cried on his lap, until Alli entered the room (along with her shadow of a mother) and took over the best friend shoulder-to-cry-on duties. Within minutes Clare's sobs had grown muffled due to the constant use of her thorax, enabling Mrs. Bandari's slumber.

Since Clare calmed down, Alli insisted on talking. The two friends fell slightly out of touch after graduation, for Alli moved away to college in Montreal to study fashion.

"I wish I could've come but I had final projects, and deadlines..." Alli trailed off.

She was referring to Darcy's wedding.

Clare smiled, as the good memories of the night flowed onto her. Despite the drama that took place with her mother that night, Clare honestly enjoyed herself. She happily stood by as Peter Stone made her sister the happiest woman alive, and vice versa. To be honest the idea gave her much optimism for the future. Not the idea of marriage, so much, but the idea of love. True Love. The kind of true love that prevails despite the millions of miles apart the two lovers are. The kind of love that waited until marriage (Roofie incidents omitted).

The kind of love she knew she felt for Eli, which prevailed despite the many extenuating circumstances they encountered, just as Darcy and Peter did.

"It was beautiful…really." Clare's voice was now hoarse and raw, but it felt nice to catch up to her long lost best friend. As she attempted to clear her throat, outside a trash can made the noise of falling over, due to a zombie's encounter, followed by a loud thud. Clare's eyes grew large in fear, as worry seeped out of her pores, and she began to cry once more, this time much more silently. Alli cursed the zombie in her head as she watched all the fibers of her best friend's physical being slowly unravel. In order to try to compose herself, Clare threw her head in her hands, but her tears still overflowed.

"I'm just so worried for him," Clare admitted through huffs and snivels.

"I know, Clare. I know" Ali abated, as she rubbed Clare's hunched back in slow circles.

From the corner Adam finally interjected, "How about some coffee, guys?"

His presence startled both of the girls, for the two had completely forgot of his existence due to his silence.

"That sounds wonderful" Alli beamed.

"And you Clare?" Adam asked looking down at his former English buddy, as he rose from the floor onto his feet.

Clare sniffed, calming herself, "Sure"

Just as Adam was about to make his way to the kitchen, Clare remembered, "D-Decaf please?"

Adam and Alli looked at each other.

"Well that kinda defeats the purposed, but okay," The boy commented.

Clare and Eli were the only ones who knew she was expecting. She hadn't really thought about breaking the news. It was a given that her and Eli, together, would tell their friends and family of the pregnancy. The two would've done exactly so, with more time, minus the flesh eating monsters scavenging the earth as of late.

Another loud thud emitted and echoed inside the building. The girls jumped at this.

For reassurance, Adam called out, "…sorry. Just me! Dropped the coffee pot"

In unison Alli and Clare exhaled.

"I'm gonna go check if he needs some extra help," Alli suggested, getting up from her position on the floor and exiting the room.

Clare sat there quietly, waiting for her friends, as Mrs. Bandari slept peacefully. She allowed her mind to draw blanks, as she closed her eyes in meditation. Relishing in the taciturnity, Clare realized how great it felt to close her eyes. Sleep was foreign to her, though she was always tired and exhausted. She couldn't allow herself to let her guard down, her eyes had to stay open, she had a little one to protect. Maybe decaf wasn't the best choice?

Not knowing what to do in the room alone, she looked around he room and twiddled her thumbs, then she noticed an isolated hoodie, belonging to Adam, on the floor where he sat. Looking back over at Mrs. Bandari, the girl thought, She must be freezing.

"A-Alliah," The lady stirred, and switched the from the left to her right side to sleep on. Clare took this as her cue to get up and place the grey fleece sweater over the woman's body. As the material connected to the lady's body, Mrs. Bandari smiled in her sleep and quickly drifted into a slight snore. Not taking her eyes off of her best friend's mother, Clare took her place back on the floor, and lovingly rubbed her stomach to comfort her own little one, saying a little prayer inside her head for strength.

Strength not only for her for her baby, but for Mrs. Bandari, and all the other mothers out there who were lost, scared, and in need for a grey hooded sweatshirt.