AN: Lookie! I'm picking up the pace a bit!

On this note: Adilla isn't someone who was in Camp Magikarp; I just kinda made her up on the spot from a sudden flash of inspiration!

-Well, we need more improbable weapon users, right? And some type of comedy, too, every once in a while.

I just kept on laughing when I was typing out Adilla's part; I have no regrets in adding her into the story.

P.S: Stupid title is stupid.


- -CHAPTER V: THE FIRST DEAD STAND- -


He was surprised that those things had cornered him. Maybe he didn't take as much precaution as he should have…

Aero kept on backing away from the zombies in from of him. He took a step back and his foot sailed through thin air.

Aero fell back, eyes wide. Time itself seemed to slow down as his body lurched back because of the force of gravity. He tried to grab ahold of something, anything, that would keep him from falling.

He was out of luck; he only grabbed the pants leg of a zombie that was in the lead, and the fabric only stopped him for half a second before tearing and letting him descend again.

He fell onto his back, pain surging through his whole body. He was paralyzed for a few seconds, his eyes scrunched shut in agony. He ground his teeth, a loud sound escaping his mouth from the damage caused. He then bit into his lip, hard, trying to muffle his groans of pain.

He'd fallen off of the roof of the building he had taken refuge in, and the fall hurt like a little BITCH. Thankfully, though, he had only fallen from a one-story height.

Through the pounding of his head, he heard some horrifyingly familiar sounds.

And right then and there, he knew he was a gonner.

- - MAGIKARP OF THE DEAD- -

Adilla Merand first had a hard time grasping the concept of a zombie invasion on the camp.

Then, she soon realized that zombies where dead coming to life.

Dinosaurs in scary dinosaur movies where fossils, dead, before some strange experiment would make them come back to life.

Ergo, zombies where dinosaurs.

And dinosaurs, she was fairly sure, she could take care of; she wasn't the camp's archaeologist expert for nothing, after all!

Any general knowledge of dinosaurs you'd want to know, shazam!, she knew it.

Any information on excavations or the archaeology wing of a museum, swoosh!, she could list off in 2 seconds flat for each answer, time not seaming to restrain her.

Any facts you want to know about Indiana Jones, blam!, she'll blurt off as if it was ingrained in her very being.

She was Adilla motherfucking Merand, daughter of an archaeologist and granddaughter of a famous inventor's partner; knowing this shit was in her crap-lineage-ridden blood!

So, she decided to head over to her cabin to collect her gear! After all, what's a zombie apocalypse without a badass hat and belt? It was something that was always required in one of those zombie movies! Without The Hat, you aren't a real man!

She got to her cabin with little preamble, having been able to traverse across the camp quite easily. Those tomb raid expeditions sure paid off! Well, even though they were just in a random building and weren't really tombs and the whole thing was arranged by her dad as a birthday surprise, but still!

She barged in, kicking down the door, even though it wasn't even necessary. She entered and shut the door gently behind her, then made her way over to her bed. She searched her luggage and found what she needed.

The girl who's ethnicity made her half Asian unraveled the belt in its wound-up position and put it on. She then plopped on the brown fedora hat on her messy-hair clad head. She didn't even bother to put up her long, wavy, black tresses in the hat, finding no need for it. She would still be cool-looking and an independent woman at the same time like this!

She then looked around and gathered a few scarce items, then went over to the mirror to check put her appeareance, tipping her hat slightly at her reflection in a rather dashing way, if she does say so herself.

She readied herself and exited the cabin, her hand tightening on her most faithful weapon.

Yes, the bright string- adorned rainstick she had obtained in the days of her youth has pulled her through many expeditions and bizarre situations. Her other gadgets where all well and dandy, but this item has never let her lose yet! Nothing could compare to the carefully hand-carved piece of wood.

Good rainstick, best offensive weapon.

She also brought something else along; of course it wasn't as useful as her rainstick, but she decided to bring it along for shits and giggles. And it completed her badass image.

Mister Jones would be proud of her following his footsteps.

She made her way through the camp, skirting danger and jumping over dead bodies, her long, loose skirt whipping behind her.

Good, this was very good. She hadn't lost her touch at this type of stuff.

She also could very much ignore everyone else that where dead or dying—Hey, who said that she'd be stupidly chivalrous? If anything, that's something that she never thought was realistic about the badass motherfucker Jones, but, hey, she couldn't change him!

Oh, look, someone's in trouble! This seems like a great time to come bust in and save the day!

Knowing anyone else, they'd either a) leave the person because they're going to die anyway or b) leave them because they're doing well enough on their own or c) try to save them without a plan in mind. The combination of all those things was what made up this situation.

She wasn't rethinking this over since the person was competent and was holding their own quite well despite the odds. So, she decided to come in and save the day!

'Cause she's the hero!

She ran straight into the conflict with a large, determined grin, ready to be the hero she's always dreamed of since she was a wee tot.

- -M. O. T. D- -

Mr. Watanabe noticed a blur of long, messy tresses fly across the area, the girl's red shirt standing out surprisingly well despite all the chaos. She looked fit to go to a Halloween costume party, not to go fight a large crowd of zombies.

She didn't even have anything to really protect herself from the ravenous monsters. All she had was the gear of the iconic Indiana Jones; a large, multi-pocket belt, a (more than likely) toy whip coiled around the belt, and the fedora hat that made Indiana Jones, well, Indiana Jones. "You don't have a weapon! That stick won't help you at all!" the Asian man yelled at her.

He was extremely concerned. Really, who wouldn't be? This girl was crazy enough to come streaking by and jump in the large clump of zombies armed with only a stick.

A stick.

No, no stick in the world would be powerful enough to take down a horde single-handedly, as what the girl seemed to want to accomplish.

"Rainstick is the best offensive weapon, mudafuckas!" Adilla yelled as she began her strife, practically diving head-first into the horde of zombies.

"No Vriskaraptors are gonna stop me from my expedition through this dangerous tomb!"

- -MAGIKARP OF THE DEAD- -

The group had skirted at the edge of camp for a bit, and Sunny finally suggested of quickly cutting through the woods.

"But, can't zombies just jump us if we're in the woods?" Teresa asked, flinching at a scenario in her head that started to play out; it wasn't pretty.

"Yes, but when you're with a master, it'd be nearly impossible to get jumped!" Kazuma boasted.

"Master?" Hydro said bluntly, looking unimpressed.

"Yup! I'm probably the best here at handling swords! I've been training in the woods, too, back home; I know my way around trees," Kazuma said, restraining himself from crossing his arms and letting his guard down; that was a beginner's mistake, especially for a zombie apocalypse.

"It'll just be easier to cut through the woods! Let's go!" Yuki-Rin whined.

Hydro seethed. "That is the most careless decision ever."

"We can't just circle around the camp to go through one of the exits that's cleared from trees. We'd be endangering ourselves even more, since this place is chock full of zombies that could tear apart our flesh," Sunny inputed.

"Fine, we'll cut through the woods," Hydro growled. He stalked off into the woods, Kazuma following in-step just behind him, with the rest trailing behind.

- -M. O. T. D- -

"Hey, you finally decided to fight, huh, Eiji?" Zuriel commented to the fellow teacher as the Asian man arrived after sprinting towards him.

"Idiot, I have been fighting," Eiji Watanabe snapped irritably, and Zuriel just gave him a surprised look, eyebrows raised.

"Snippy, huh?" Zuriel commented, smirking, still shooting off rounds at the undead.

"Sorry," Eiji quickly apologized.

"Nah, it's fine. I mean, this is a zombie apocalypse; anyone would get irritated in this situation," Zuriel said offhandedly.

"…I would rather not say something that could later never be taken back," Eiji explained.

"Huh. It's kinda funny how your personality crosses over to make you seem genre savvy," Zuriel noted after a bit, an amused expression on his face.

Eiji gave a frown, and then went to stand back-to-back with the older man. "Are you ready, my companion?"

"To fight? Yeah, I am; I've been preparing for this," Zuriel said, smiling determinedly as he reloaded his gun.

- -MAGIKARP OF THE DEAD- -

"Are you stupid?" Kevin told Taro. "Go out there? While there are ZOMBIES?" His voice was rising in volume, and would probably attract trouble if he kept at it.

Raven Castiel clapped a hand over Kevin's mouth. "Shut up," he growled, scowling at the light-brown haired boy.

Kevin just scowled back, taking the hand off of his mouth, and they soon were engaged in an intense glaring contest.

"You two, please calm down. W-We need to get along," Jessie tried to reason, pleading for the boys to cooperate.

"Screw waiting for them to finish, we need to figure something out here!" Raven Rivers called out, clapping her hands to garner everyone's attention.

"Yes, there's still the matter of where to go," Astrio reminded the group.

"Well, I think that leaving the cabin is suicide!" Kevin said, crossing his arms.

Lessly sighed. "Well, it's either stay in a camp infested with zombies or try to get out of the camp and somewhere else that's less populated with people who eat flesh."

"Well, I'd rather take my chances and try to get out of here," the female Raven said, a serious expression in place.

"Amen to that," Taro said wearily as he stood on the sidelines, watching as the others took charge.

"The problem is, where do we get weapons? Raven here's the only one with a weapon," Cynthia said, and then jutted her thumb at the male Raven.

"I'm sure we'll think of something," Taro said uncertainly.

"H-Hey, guys! I hear gunshots!" Jessie exclaimed, her eyes snapping open, shocked, as she listened closely. She had her ear pressed against the door of the cabin, having been listening closely to hear and get a better idea of what was going on outside.

Thankfully, a sound that didn't make her stomach lurch painfully had finally been made.

"Wait, seriously?" asked Raven Castiel, doing a bit of a double take, surprised beyond belief.

Taro rushed over to the door as Jessie stepped back to let him listen as well. Raven Castiel soon went over to the door as well, with everyone following closely behind, except Kevin, who just lagged behind a considerable distance with an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.

"It's true!" said Taro as he retracted his ear from pressing against the door. Soon enough, there were many shots fired, one after another, and the others heard them clearly as well.

"Well, I think that settles it!" said Taro as he turned towards the group, smiling at them.

"You've got to be joking!" Kevin yelled at them as they nodded their heads in agreement with Taro.

"Not this again," Cynthia groaned, annoyed with all of Kevin's complaints.

"You're just blinding charging out there!" Kevin went on. "What if the person that has that firearm doesn't have any other weapons?"

"We'll see when we get there," said Raven Rivers, shrugging her shoulders placidly.

"We've got to try, Kevin," Taro told the boy.

Kevin's face started to turn red, and he balled up his fists, shaking slightly. "FINE, see if I care!" he burst out, furious. "Go get yourselves killed, then!"

"Wait, Kevin-," Jessie started out meekly.

"Get out, if you're leaving!" Kevin yelled at them, and Jessie flinched, feeling tears prick the sides of her eyes.

"Kevin," Taro said in a strict tone, raising his hands in a sign to calm himself.

"Get out!" Kevin screeched at them.

"What?" Cynthia burst out, her pitch loudening, fire seeming to burn in her eyes.

"Kevin-" Taro started.

"I SAID GET OUT!" Kevin yelled hysterically, madness gleaming in his eyes, pointing straight at the door. He was losing it; he looked more animal than human, now, with all his ferocity.

"He's gone off the deep end," thought Lessly morosely, crossing her arms and shaking her head, staring at the braces-wearing boy.

"We're not leaving, you little prick!" the female Raven snarled, looking ready to punch Kevin in the face. She took a menacing step forward, but Taro put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her advance.

"No, let's go, guys," Taro told them, giving them a piercing look. They then quickly got their things ready, Kevin watching them, breathing heavily.

Taro turned around one last time, glaring at Kevin, and said calmly, "Kevin, I hope you know what you're doing."

"OOUUUT!" Kevin yelled with all his might. At that, Taro opened the door and let everyone go outside, then closed it shut behind him.

And, now, they were outside, facing the hellish disaster, ready to attempt to reach safety at other parts of the island.

After all that, they had gone and gotten weapons so they could protect themselves, then headed off into an uncertain future.

- - M. O. T. D- -

He'd had close calls.

He'd had too many close calls.

And yet, even with Bria dying and with all those brushes with death, Chase's mind still felt clear as a bell.

Though, he didn't really feel the need to be his chatty self.

He noticed while running confusedly around the camp that if you made a lot of noise, you pretty much died right away. So, around the time after his little chat with Liam, where he observed and analyzed a lot of things happening in the chaos, he decided that being quiet helped your chances of survival.

He had looked and analyzed, even though it made him want to throw up; it was hard not to observe those type of things, since they happened right in your sights. One example he learned was this; screaming while getting bitten gets more zombies attracted to you because of all the sound you're making. This also applies when zombies are eating you alive.

So, Chase had decided to shut his mouth through all of this, so that his chances of surviving would increase.

He, however, wasn't sure if the same applied with guns; it was hard to tell, since Mr. Desous kept on running around and helping people by blowing zombies' brains out.

When Mr. Watanabe helped him in one of his close calls, he'd been told about the weapons stash. Coming instantly to the conclusion that weapons= surviving longer, he'd went and stocked up; a pistol in his vest pocket, a plain bat in his hand, and a small pack with food and themost important item, water. He, after all, did not want to have to drink his own pee in the result of not bringing enough water for at least two days or so.

And, feeling safe with his new items, he had let his guard down. Thankfully, Mr. Desous saved his skinny-jeans-wearing ass.

He made a mental note to never wear skinny jeans if he ever survives long enough to get a pair of normal pants. They really restrained his movements and slowed him down. And with too much movement, they'd cut off blood circulation in his nether regions.

In the end, he decided that a more appropriate outfit for zombie killing was in need, and went to his cabin to change clothes.

Thankfully, he had gotten alright to his cabin and no zombies busted in the cabin while he was changing. That would probably be themost embarrassing way to die in a zombie apocalypse; dying when you're trying to put your pants on. It sounds almost, but not quite, as embarrassing as turning into a zombie while in the shower, naked. For that, he was sympathetic to Mister Pete.

So, after having changed into a more suitable pair of pants (which weren't his lucky pair, since he didn't want to ruin them, no matter how much luck he would receive from them), he deemed himself ready and his pants good enough to help him maneuver and whoop some zombie ass.

After that, he decided to do the smart thing and leave through one of the exits in camp; there were a shitton of zombies in the way, but at least he wouldn't get jumped in the woods. And, he'd seen a group leaving through one of those exits and makeit without any of them getting bit; at least, that's what it looked like from his angle. Hopefully, they got out alright.

And here he is, just out of the camp and walking towards a place on the island he hopes is less crowded.

- -MAGIKARP OF THE DEAD- -

She felt like she'd been running for an eternity. Her feet kept on pounding on the uneven ground, never slowing down.

An excruciating pain kept on flaring every stomp she took; she felt like she couldn't run any longer.

Suddenly, something hard smash against her foot, and then the force of gravity toke over, dragging her down.

Lettie fell, face-first into the ground, not reacting fast enough to catch herself.

She lay there, too tired to even care if she was out in the open.

After a few minutes, she got up and went over to find a comfier spot to rest at next to a tree. She sat down and closed her eyes, falling into a surprisingly quick slumber.

…And that's when the nightmares started.


- -CHAPTER V: THE FIRST DEAD STAND .END- -

- -"They're idiots! ALL OF THEM! Doing the most stupid thing- THEY DON'T DESERVE TO STAY PROTECTED IN THE CABIN, LIKE WHAT A SENSIBLE PERSON SHOULD DO!"- -