I thought I'd quickly have a chapter with Erik, Heath and Stark as we haven't heard from them yet. Thought I'd stick it in here to break up the tenseness. Hope you like it...

Chapter Eleven – Two Vampires and a Human

The McDonald's was crowded with young children, stressed mothers and awkward teens, all squeezed around circular, Formica tables, tucking into McFries, McChips and McDrinks, starting to feel a little bit McSick.

The crowded room was full of squeals, cursing, shrill reprimands and grunting, mainly from the male teens, although one table in particular remained perfectly silent, its three occupants consuming their fast food reluctantly, occasionally shooting harsh looks at each other.

The three young men that were sitting around the table would have come across as perfectly normal, where it not for the vampire marks two of them were sporting. There were two vampires sitting at the table, a dark haired male vampire and a sandy haired 'red' vampire. The only human at the table was blonde, and seemed completely unperturbed by the fact he was eating his lunch with two supernatural creatures.

"I reckon that Ronald McDonald's on drugs..." Heath the Human mused, chewing his fries thoughtfully. Erik the Dark Haired One shot him a sceptical look. "Seriously," Heath went on. "He's not normal...no one's skin is really that white...well apart from Wacko Jacko but he's no longer with us. Rest in peace and all that..." Stark the Sandy Haired One glared at him over his Big Mac.

"Ronald McDonald is a clown." He said, narrowing his eyes. "Clowns have unnaturally pale skin."

"You're one to talk..." Heath said, looking Stark up and down. "Vampire Boy. You look like someone's coloured you in with Tip-Ex."

"Oi." Stark said, wagging his finger at Heath threateningly. "One more word Human...one more word and I'll decapitate you with this piece of lettuce..."

"And that's a slow death..." Erik added.

"Alright, alright!" Heath said, holding his hands up in surrender. "But it's not my fault he's albino." Stark waggled the lettuce at him, a grim look on his face.

"Shut up, Heath." Erik said, tucking into his Quarter-Pounder-With-Cheese.

"Fine." Heath followed suit, Tomato Ketchup dribbling down his chin. Stark pulled a face, apparently repulsed by Heath's table manners and put the lettuce down.

"Albino!" Heath yelled as soon as the lettuce was safely on the table. Stark snatched it up again and waved it in his face, a manic glint in his eye.

"I'll do it you know! I'll do it!!!" Stark yelled at him, spitting in his face. "Do you want me to do it? 'Coz I will!!!"

"Err...guys?" Erik said quietly, and gestured to the tables around them. The once bustling resteraunt was now silent, with all the customers and employees staring openly at the vampire throttling the human with one hand and brandishing a lettuce leaf with the other. Stark grinned unconvincingly and backed away from Heath slowly.

"We'll be leaving now..." Erik announced to the room at large. "Don't mind us..." They backed out of the now completely silent restaurant, moody and still hungry.

"I didn't even get to finish my Big Mac..." Stark muttered. "And it's all because of you..."

"You were the one with the lettuce!" Heath protested, his voice slightly squeaky. They were on the main road now, walking slowly back to the school.

Suddenly, an Aston Martin Vanquish whizzed past them in the direction of the school, causing them to stare after it in open mouthed shock.

"Wasn't that Kalona's car?" Erik asked, dumbstruck.

"Yep..." Stark replied. "But more importantly...who the hell are they?" He pointed over to the road where a gaggle of groaning, bloody-mouthed zombies were staggering up the road, struggling to negotiate the rush hour traffic.

"Oh bloody hell..." Whispered Heath, staring open mouthed as one Zombie in particular fell in through the open window of a taxi, causing the driver to scream in terror as the Zombie plunged headfirst into the empty back seat.

"What do we do?" Stark asked.

"Err..." Erik replied. "Any ideas?" He turned to Heath.

"KFC?" Heath asked. "Oh come on!" He added at the looks on both Erik and Stark's faces. "It's not like we can do anything...this stuff's always left up to Zoey, Aphrodite and all that lot. We'll just get in the way. The least we can do is go and get a decent lunch." Stark and Erik looked at each other, shrugged and followed Heath up a quiet side street, away from the chaos and terror of the Zombie infested street and towards the spicy, delicious smell of Kentucky Fried Chicken.