Chapter 9: Snack Attack

Don't know where this is going, don't know how it's going to relate… Well there goes another 'almost there' plot.

If no one is reading this then... Please don't let me keep writing. I want the truth.

Oh, and by the way…

I don't own Gorillaz (been a while since I did that XD) not that it would make a difference, nothing changed.

Oh. oh, yeah. I forgot to mention, I met Damon on the train the other day and we got to talking and I helped with the animation of the movie and I even made demos that Damon is now putting to disk as we speak. I'm filthy rich. Of course I co-own Gorillaz.

In your dreams, darling.

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The afternoon grows old and the dead come out to play once again. Looking forward to the daily feed.

Rachel stumbled back up to Kong's surface supporting Noodle, her arms strung around her shoulders and ankles weak and twisted. Noodle's cut continued to leak little blood and soaked the strands of her fringe. Rachel said nothing the whole time they walked back slowly but safely. She reflected back on the moment that just happened, replayed it in her mind over again as Noodle came crashed down upon her and the metallic clang that followed. When she sucked the remaining life out of her by shaking her, throwing her around and kissing her. Rachel felt disgusted now but mostly ashamed. She'd wondered if Noodle had noticed or was aware at the time. Noodle didn't love her that way Rachel did and she just has to live with it if she wanted to retain a good friendship. No matter how much it hurts.

Noodle moaned, "Can we sit down for a minute?" Rachel set her down against the wall next to the brain room. The back of her t-shirt striped with dirty stains as she slid down but she didn't mind. "Are you alright?" she asked with a saddened worry. Noodle rubbed her ankles and bruised legs and tried to rotate her feet. "I hate people who ask that," she said not looking away.

"I don't know what else to do." Noodle kicked her ankles away and tried to pull herself up, annoyed that her friend had helped her. "I just want to leave this place." Rachel nodded and assisted her in walking again but Noodle shook her away. "I'm fine! I can walk by myself!" she ordered and limped in front of her. Rachel sighed miserably and followed as she hopped on the platform to put her full weight on the bars. She came on too and the platform took them to the top where they both got out to the lift.

Noodle limped slowly, a baby step at a time with eyes of concentration on ignoring pain and motivation to get out of there. Rachel a few feet behind her giving her all the space she needs. Her eyes crossed over to the carpark. She wondered whose cars they were because there was not a single breath of life. Her judgement suddenly changed as a shadow flickered across the back wall. One like she saw when she first came to Kong just so daunting. She stopped and watched again to see if it was only imagination but the shadow appeared again much larger and heavy. Rachel ran out into the road and searched for the figure with fearful breathing. "Noodle, is there something in here?"

Noodle snorted, "There's always something in here." Rachel moved inwards towards the cars and heard shuffles towards the back entrance where a statue stood in front of reddish clouds. More shadows scattered out and the light flickered in the carpark. Rachel shot Noodle a glance over her shoulder and found she was standing there just as petrified as she was. Hair-raising distant groans arose from outside and behind the statue of Pazuzu, dark bodies lurked. As they stood in horror, they grew bigger by the second. They were coming in… fast. Noodle screamed from behind her and she hobbled forgetting pain over to the lift. She tripped and if it wasn't for her hands, would have landed flat on her face. Rachel went frantic. "Get out of here!" she screeched as she tried to get herself up. Rachel ran and hit the lift button and helped Noodle to her feet. They shivered as they waited for the lift and the groans and cries grew fierce.

Noodle glanced back and saw the first few enter the building. She turned back and whimpered as her face drained of colour. Rachel screamed and threw fists at the lift, "Fucking cunt, open!" They would never make it. Rachel saw the zombie flesh eaters out of darkness and didn't dare take a second glance. She grabbed Noodle's waist and carried her over to a random door. She opened it as the hideous creatures were mere metres away and she flung Noodle inside. She cried in agony as she tumbled down the stairs all askew and hit the floor with a thud. Rachel flailed and dashed inside the door and shut it tight. Bangs and smashes against it followed 3 seconds after.

Rachel held the door in as tight as she could and fumbled with the bolt to lock. She slid it in place and left it wishing like fucking hell that it would stand. Rachel ran downstairs and took Noodle delicately in her hands bridal style. Her hair clung to her sweaty face and her face was so clenched it looked like it pained her to even breathe. Rachel knocked on the next door but no one came for them. She just opened the door and burst into Blueboy's room.

Blueboy sat at the head of his bed, pen and paper in hand, a keyboard on his lap and earplugs in his ears. He looked up immediately as his door gave way and his eyes enlarged so much it could've made his eyeballs pop out. They both panted and Rachel lay her down on his bed next to him, Noodle refusing to open her eyes. Rachel locked his door and ran back to him trying to catch her breath to speak. Blueboy looked at Noodle and took out his music with terror. "My god, what the hell happened?" He changed faces to Rachel and all she could do was gasp.

"Hey, luv, just breathe," he said and ditched his gear turning inwards to them. He motioned her to sit next to him and he took Noodle in his arms, trying to sit her up. Rachel sat next to him and for a minute could only watch Noodle to check if she was still alive. Blueboy still stared at Rachel with anxiety. "Zombies," she answered. "These… rotting bodies racing toward us." Blueboy only nodded and looked back down at Noodle. He stroked the hair from her face and she seemed to have calmed down now but remained unconscious. "What's wrong with Noodle? Did she get bitten?"

"No… She fell down the stairs."

"Aw, hell…" he whispered and cradled her. Rachel smiled lightly at them and then Blueboy turned her, his expression softened with melancholy. "Did you get bitten?" Rachel shook her head. "How did they get in here?"

"The door was open."

"What door?"

"The carpark entrance. I… I could see a statue and then these shadows running in for us." Blueboy gently lifted up Noodle's neck to check for any breaks. "It shouldn't be open at this hour." Rachel frowned. "Why?" Blueboy looked at her and chuckled. "Well now you know, don't ya?" Rachel sighed and kicked her feet about. "I'm just glad you're both ok," he smiled. Rachel smiled back still looking down and he wrapped and arm around her. She leant against his body and tucked her head under Blueboy's chin so she over Noodle's soft face. She had a feeling she wanted to kiss her again but not when Blueboy was present company.

"Rachel… Do you think you could do me a big favour?" Her heart skipped a beat for a second there but at the same time sent shivers down her back. "What?" she mumbled. "Could you help me kill the zombies?" She gulped. "You don't mean…" Blueboy nodded. "Shoot 'em in the head?" Blueboy laughed but shook his head. "We're going to decapitate them with scythes." Rachel would rather die. "Why do you have zombies anyway? Are they squatters or something?" He laughed once again and whispered: 'you're hilarious'.

"Came with the property. No extra charge 'cos they get their own food." Rachel didn't find that amusing at all, only sick. You don't ask a vegetarian (or any human being for that matter) to slaughter has-been people. That's just not right in the slightest… "What about Noodle?"

"She'll be alright," he reassured and moved her back onto the bed, her arms flinching. They both got off the bed and Rachel settled Noodle down comfortably while he got the scythes from his closet. He came back and handed one to her with a grin. She froze. "You were serious, weren't you?" He nodded and she shakily took it. Blueboy walked to the door and waited for his companion who shook timidly holding the weapon like how you might hold your blankie on a thunderstorm night. "You're not holding it right, here." He got behind her and directed her arms and movement, a dark red blush upon her face. He smiled back at her and then came back to the door. She prepared herself.

"You ready?" She hesitated and was about to shake her head. "Just do it." He opened the door an inch and the echoes and thumps of the zombies were audible already. Their anger must have at least tripled since last she heard them. The cautiously walked up the stairs till Blueboy was a step before her. He looked back. Something on his angelic face told her that he knew what he was doing, he had her back and this would make an excellent hobby. At least for him. Rachel hoped someone would give her a shot tonight; she doesn't want to wake up recalling this nasty experience. Maybe they'll just give up and go away… very optimistic. "3…" Well, not enough apparently. Oh god. "2… 1… NOW!"

Blueboy shoved open the door, knocking a few of the bastards to the ground and as undead bodies raced towards him squealing, the first thing that got through the door was a sharp slice of the blade. Blood squirted onto the walls and floors and he rushed through to get more, roaring and slashing them like there's no tomorrow. Rachel got out and the blood, twitching limbs lay in pools of crimson and zombies were at their knees crying out as blood gushed from their wounds. She couldn't think and felt faint as others raced towards her. She did nothing as they grabbed her arms and shoulders. "RACHEL!"

They pushed her away as a deep cut appeared along their backs and they scrambled in all directions. She caught a glimpse of Blueboy in action doing his bit of sport. He certainly had aim with this and a definite pro. Like how you would see a black belt karate master doing an extra long and detailed kata or someone out of the matrix, he never stopped moving his dripping scythe. Blood soaked his clothes, splatters lay on his pale cheeks and his eyes had never looked so dark before. For a second there that she caught a glimpse, he was god.

A zombie fell to her feet and thrashed madly, grabbing at her boots, handprints of blood sticking to them. Rachel sniffed and swiftly brought the scythe onto its neck. The head rolled off and the body fell motionless. So she joined in. She threw the scythe over the shoulder and swung it over another neck, the tearing of flesh sound of it just delighted her as the head rolled onto the floor, she must kill more. Blueboy and Rachel back to back battling the zombies till every single one was down helpless and jerking. A thin smile came onto her lips and she gladly decapitated the last few with a yell of effort. Blueboy finished the last one not allowing her to take all the fun and he gave her a solemn stern look. She looked down afraid she'd done something wrong.

"… I am so fricken proud of you." Rachel looked up happily and he now made a huge grin. She sighed lightly. "Oh… thank you." She walked towards him then collapsed dropping the scythe to the ground with a clatter. He grabbed her quickly and she wrapped her arms around him feeling so knackered and wishing for that shot direct to her head. "I never want to do anything like that ever again," she whined. "I don't know, you looked like you pretty much enjoyed it."

Rachel stared down at the bloody mess of a massacre before them. Limbs and heads strewn all about the place, it was too sick to look at so she turned away. "I'm going to be sick…"

They both went back downstairs to Blueboy's room but he didn't open the door. Instead he turned to her and placed a hand on her arm. "Thank you, Rachel. I know it wasn't easy for you but you didn't back out." She looked away feeling awkward. He really should just let it go, it's all in the past. This was probably the worst day of her life she ever endured by far and she didn't want anything else screwing it up. She shrugged coyly and started ranting. "It was such a shame Noodle missed out on this. She seems like someone who'd really get into this sort of sport…"

She looked him in his eyes and fell into a trance. They both leaned forward and closed their eyes as their lips touched. Rachel tasted like no one had ever tasted before and the same went for her but after she broke off the kiss politely and took her tongue back she realised why. She avoided his eye contact and tried to look uninterested but her cheeks burned red and a smile curled on her lips. But she knew she should've known better. She really was a hypocrite, promiscuous and worst of all, disloyal. The smile fell from her mouth. Most people she knew would never respect her again if anyone found out. And she could have hit him, doesn't he know she's underage.

No, no, what the hell was he thinking? He should fucking know because she didn't anymore. Too much things were going through her mind and tears welled in her eyes. She thought this was what she was lusting after since she met him but it wasn't. She loved Noodle so why was she here? She tried to speak, say something or do something. Slap a hand across his face and run to Noodle? Look him again in the flesh and start crying? No. She bolted and ran all the way back to Noodle's room where she would wait for her true love if she could ever be released. She let out her emotions all recluse and alone in the room, never wanting to see 2D again. 2D, because Blueboy fled when the crush was over.

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Wow. A lot of these people have issues, don't they? Oh well... It's motoring along fine, like planned. –cough- yeah… planned… MASSACRE!!!! YAY!!!!!

And come on people, PLEASE review? Pretty please with a cherry on top?