"Gah, he's too fast!" Juliet grumbled as she met another unsuccessful attempt at slicing through the punk rock zombie. Quickly, she did a backflip out of the way of him trying to stab her with his large microphone stand.

The brunette metalhead had taken to staying out the scuffle, standing over on the far right side of the stage. Her friend seemed to be doing fine on her own- she normally did. But she felt bad for not helping. Even so, in a sense, she didn't want to.

Dammit, she mentally kicked herself. What the hell is going on with me? Why am I feeling this way about a fucking zombie?

Speak of the devil; after Zed had blasted another group of blocky letters at the blonde, he sped over to her. "Why the long face, babe?" he almost purred, a smirk on his face.

In response, the girl leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Oh, you know… watching my best friend fight a hot zombie. Feeling insanely twatblocked because of it." she shrugged, raising an eyebrow at him in a flirtatious manner. "No big deal, really."

The mohawked zombie's grin became wider as he gave Sam a wink before speeding back to fight Juliet again. The multiple, although short conversations they had went something like this-

"So what's a fine piece of ass like you doing with this slut?"

"She's my best friend. And I'm not that good-looking."

"You kidding me? You're the hottest chick I've laid my eyes on."

"Well, you're the hottest zombie I've ever laid my eyes on. And that counts for something."

"Mmm, I'm glad it does."

Sam's smile grew throughout the time. Yeah, he was a pretty aggressive flirt, but it was a turn-on for her. She was very interested in this one.

But when Juliet sliced him through the waist with her chainsaw, all hell broke loose inside her head. She had to cover her mouth with her hands so she didn't let out a scream. What in the name of hell was she doing?

However, Zed quickly stood back up, putting the two halves of his body back together and laughing. "You think that hurts me? I just jizzed a little!" Suddenly, various large speakers rose up from the ground, forming a series of towers around him and Juliet. "Catch me if you can, whore!" he cackled, jumping from speaker to speaker.

The brunette standing off to the side watched him with curiosity. There was also a sense of dread she possessed. Juliet had already nearly succeeded in slicing him apart once- there was no way in hell she was going to let her do it again.

Still, the speakers had all been destroyed by the blonde cheerleader, and she proceeded to go in for the final kill. Raising her chainsaw to the sky, she prepared to slam it down and slice him in half for good.

"Juliet, no!" Sam cried out, finally gaining movement in her legs as she raced forward toward zombie and zombie hunter. She couldn't take it and fell to her knees, letting out an ear-curdling scream of horror. "STOP!"

Thankfully, her plea hadn't fallen on deaf ears. The blonde turned in her best friend's direction, lowering her chainsaw to her side. "Sam… what's going on?" she asked.

"You wanna know what's going on?" she snapped. "I'll tell you what's going on! I'm supposed to be a fucking zombie hunter, yet here I am, on my knees, trying to save one of them from getting sliced in half by my best friend!" she finally managed to look Juliet in the eyes, glaring, yet on the verge of tears. "Don't you get it, Jules? I've finally cracked. I think I'm falling for a zombie."

The cheerleader's eyes widened, staring at her with a softened gaze. "Sam…" she whispered.

From behind them, Zed let out a low chuckle. "Hey, that's nothing to get all pissy about," he spoke, walking over towards the metalhead. "Maybe you'll enjoy falling for a zombie like me." Kneeling down slightly, he helped Sam to her feet. "For one, even if a bunch of dickheads give you shit, you'll still be able to kick their candy asses from here to next fucking week!" he solidified his case with a wink. "And, one other thing…" he then took her by the shoulders and pulled her to him. "You'll get to experience this first hand."

What happened next shocked both Juliet and Sam greatly. The punk rock zombie gave the brunette in his arms a smirk and another wink before crashing his lips to hers in a fiery kiss. As soon as it had started, it had ended- he pulled away from her mouth, but then swiftly took one of the metalhead's hands in his and bit down on the skin of her palm.

At the contact of his teeth, Sam let out a long, loud scream, clutching her wrist and falling to the ground, writhing in pain.

"Sam!" Juliet cried, rushing towards her fallen best friend and taking the non-bitten hand in hers. "Sam, say something, please!"

The brunette squirmed and let out a couple painful shouts, wincing. "I… I had it coming, Jules. Don't worry too much about me," she muttered with a forced, sheepish grin on her face.

"Don't say that," the blonde choked, squeezing Sam's hand. "You're gonna turn into one of them now… not just a zombie. A Dark Purveyor."

"Well… heh," the girl on the ground bit her lip as she jerked again. "Least I'll still have my personality in check."

The eyes of the cheerleader then lit up. "I-I can save you, just like I did with Nick! I can perform that same ritual on you and-"

Sam pressed a finger to Juliet's lips. "Thanks… but no thanks, Jules," she responded with a small chuckle. "I'd like to have my whole body instead of just being a head." She then looked up into the eyes of her best friend, her face now all seriousness. "Juliet, I want you to listen to what I have to say, alright?"

She leaned closer to her best friend.

"You know that I'm gonna turn into a zombie," she started. "So when the time comes, I want you to find me. Hunt me down if you have to, I don't care. But when you do… if I'm too out of control to be reasoned with… don't hesitate to kill me." Juliet opened her mouth to retort, but Sam immediately shut it for her. "I know you're gonna decline. I'm your best friend, I know that. But this is for your own good if it comes down to it, Jules. If you have to… if it really comes down to it… then kill me."

The brunette squeezed the hand that was being held by the blonde cheerleader. "Promise me that, okay?"

She sniffled, finally managing a nod. "I promise, Sam."

"Good." she grinned weakly.

The brunette was then lifted gently off the ground by the mohawked zombie, who smirked and let out a cackle. "Until we meet again, vanilla slut!" he sneered, disappearing in a cloud of black fog.

In a matter of seconds, Zed and Sam were gone.