Chapter 14: I NEED HELP.

Okay. Long story short. Tasha and I broke up and now she's seeing one of my best mates who actually LIED to all her friends, including her Ex who was desperately trying to get her back, saying she wasn't going to get involved in complicated relationships anymore. So now I'm pissed. And I don't know who with.

What would any normal person do? Hmm

And for the people who don't give a shit about my sanity… its okay, its no one's problem but mine.

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Noodle had long since wiped her tears, gained her composure and kept her guilty distance from 2D when they decided to find an exit out of Kong. After ravaging the cupboards and rooms once again in desperation for weapons, they finally moved on without them. Noodle thought she knew Murdoc and had a clue what she was looking for but really everything was just a stab in the dark. Every squeak in the floorboards and shadow against the wall tried to convince her to go back and give up but she refused to take the signs. She believed whatever Murdoc's regret was would save them.

2D wiped the sweat from his brow and hung his head in shame as he followed. And how dare she make him feel like everything leading up to this was his fault. If she only knew how close Murdoc was to losing it, to bring out the brutal bastard he is by smudging his corpse into the carpet, if she only knew, would she still be feeling sorry for him he wondered. A gentle reminder cut Murdoc off before he cut off his windpipe.

Noodle jumped when something ruffled at her heels and she flew around into 2D's face. He just stared at her with the evident tiredness etching away at his eyes and she frowned looking down at the violator. It was just one of her old soft toys he'd kicked at her. "Stop pissing around and make yourself useful," she whispered hoarsely, turning around again.

2D stuffed his freezing hands in his pockets and he breathed out the frightened ghosts in the frost. He stopped and let out a gentle gasp as he thought he heard something rustle, quiver, shuffle or creak. "Did you hear…?"

"What?" Noodle asked. She stopped in her footsteps as well and stood in silence for a few seconds and the only noise they heard were the windows rasped by the harsh winds and the patter of rain. Noodle turned to him nervously, "I didn't hear anything…" 2D shrugged it off and took the chance to walk at her level.

"…'S probly nothing. C'mon." Noodle smiled as his hand brushed hers when he turned but it was just a fleeting glance he caught of it. "I wonder what ever 'appened to our favourite drummer." Noodle snapped her head up when she heard the same thing 2D did. Except she could define it much more sound-wise. It was more like a… crush. They came to the end of the corridor and she paused to turn the corner when there was movement. She gently moved around the wall and made a picture. With the crunch. Her face drained and she felt she was going to chuck her guts out. She looked back at 2D and moved her head away, out of sight. Her eyes drooped and flickered queasily and her breath deepened. She pointed a finger to the scene she just witnessed and 2D knew as he approached it would be too much.

2D couldn't hold his tongue at it and he let out a startled yelp, falling over himself and the world falling all over him. The zombie Murdoc breathed heavily in pleasure as he heard his victims disintegrate from the sick, sick sight. His eerie whitish eyes glared at 2D in that snooty satisfaction Murdoc was well known by to achieve. He knew 2D loved it in the theatres but let's see just how much he can stomach firsthand. Murdoc groaned and bent down over Russel's head, biting his ear so hard it turned purple and eventually ripping it off from his scull and tearing the flesh off in meaty strands.

Murdoc turned around while he chewed the warm tissue nice and slow for the couple who gripped each other in horror. As they laid eyes on this monster devour their beloved big-hearted Russel, Noodle broke away and rushed to the corner to vomit. 2D's mouth twitched as he inhaled the smell of a rotting carcass, his poor friend. His helpless body lay there in a pool of blood of Murdoc's massacre. His clothes torn, his limbs nibbled away like mice had been at him and half his face had been eaten out of his head. But it did look like Russel hadn't given up without a fight. He had it coming to him.

"So you got 'em," 2D whispered as Murdoc flashed him a canine-toothed yellow grin and crimson blood dribbled down his chin. He gulped and stuttered on his words, unsure what to say before he'd get up and run after him. He didn't know which made him more ill, his mate being eaten alive and screaming or the fact that his other mate who ate him was enjoying every second of the taste. "Y-You fucking cannibal… how could you."

Murdoc crawled over his drummer's body one last time, licking his eye sockets clean and sucking him dry of blood like a vampire. Murdoc suddenly snapped his head up with a vengeful rage. "SHIT!" 2D stumbled backwards and tripped over onto his bony arse. Murdoc pushed himself up to his feet after the heavy feed, releasing a mighty belch before giving the two remainders a good look over too. The singer grabbed Noodle's arm and he pulled her while he ran like the wind despite how much it hurt her to keep up with him. And just as she thought she could accept what had all collapsed down on her, she started to cry again. Russel was dead. And they didn't even hear him scream.

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Just to be a pest, Ima stop it there for now. All I want to write is poetry and lyrics right now. My rate of 2 songs per month just increased. So did the homework. So did the pressure. So did the stress.

But my shows have decreased. Stupid writer's strike. I'd personally keep writing 'Lost' trivia even if I wasn't getting paid. Just for kicks aye.