I see I didn't disappoint with that last chapter. XD
In case I forgot to mention it before, and since I'm too lazy to check now, I do have the floor maps to the facility submitted to my DeviantART account. It'd be a good idea to check that out in case my description of the layout of the facility confused the hell out of you.
n5d25d90 . deviantart . com / art / Total - Drama - Biohazard - Maps - 143003942
Copy and paste that into your address bar and take out the spaces, and it should lead you to the page. And please ignore the obvious proportion issues. XD
As usual, I don't own crap.
-X-
The cave lit up as the facility began to blow. The giant door blew off its hinges toward the steps, just narrowly missing Ezekiel and Leshawna as they climbed up.
Ezekiel yelped in shock, but Leshawna continued to help the homeschooled teen up the steps. The cave was starting to shake from the initial explosion. They had little time before they could escape with their lives. Stalactites began to fall, stalagmites began to crumble. Small rocks rained down like hail, and it wouldn't be long before something bigger would lose its hold.
The explosions became more intense as the two raced for the exit. The others were already out of the cave, making their way to the campsite.
"Come on, Zeke," she supported him to keep him going--he was looking a little worse for the wear. But they would somehow, someway, make it out in one piece... almost. A falling stalactite gave Leshawna a nasty cut on her arm.
As if in an action movie cliché, when they reached sunlight, they dove, just in time to miss large pieces of shrapnel and the climactic points of the explosion in the cave, which, as Chris had predicted, caused it to cave in.
The two rolled on their backs and looked back at what was left of the cave once the explosions stopped. They just barely made it out with their lives.
And as if in another cliché, Leshawna started noticing her cut. "Agh!"
Even Ezekiel winced along with her. "Ouch, eh." Then his lips began to quiver. "So... what... what happened to... um... the others, eh?"
Leshawna turned to the boy. Tears started forming, and she shook her head. "They... didn't make it, hon."
Ezekiel frowned in sorrow and looked back at what used to be the cave entrance to the facility. "They... they died?" His eyes began to water too.
Leshawna could only sob.
"I..." Ezekiel began, shaking his head, "woon't... forget... aboot this, eh."
Somewhere, closer to camp, a redhead sneezed.
-X-
Noah sighed with relief as Leshawna and Ezekiel entered the lodge. Not knowing that the two stopped at the medical tent on the way there, he thought that maybe the two were caught in the explosion.
"I'm glad you're okay," he said, holding his forehead as he sat down.
"No... I'm far from it." She sat down across from him. "And from the looks of things, you ain't feelin' okay either."
"You'd be right..." He rested his head on the table. "I mean, don't get me wrong... I'm actually very happy to be alive, and I'm glad the others made it out too, but..." He sighed. "I... just wish Cody was here, you know?"
She placed an elbow on the table to hold her head up. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Harold, Bridgette, Gwen..."
Noah looked back up at her, mouth agape. "Oh, Shawny, I'm sorry."
Leshawna gave him a weird look. Noah had never apologized before, as far as she knew. And why was he apologizing, for that matter? "What for?"
"I'm sitting here groveling as if I'm the only person that lost someone special to him." He looked away; for reasons even he couldn't explain, he just couldn't look into her eyes. He began to drum his fingers on the table. "And I know that's definitely not the case."
"Don't apologize for that, hon," Leshawna told him, reaching out to hold one of his hands, finally getting him to look at her. "Like you said, you lost someone special to you. It's hard to think about what others are going through when something like that happens."
He nodded, but his face fell again. "I just wish he didn't hate me at the end."
"Hate you?"
He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well... Cody and I... we were arguing... I did some things... words were said... Bottom line is, I'm sure I was the last thing on his mind when he died."
"Noah..." Leshawna began. "Y'all gotta quit talkin' like that. You got into an argument. Everyone does."
"Do these arguments always lead to death?"
"...No, not usually... but that's not the point. Cody didn't hate you, boy. I've seen you guys hanging out and stuff. He was always happy when you were around. So if you ask me, he really did love you, like--"
"--a brother, but he loved me nonetheless," Noah finished, sighing. All it did was remind him of Cody and Gwen, and how his own relationship with Cody was no different. What is it about us, he wondered, that we tend to go after forbidden fruit?
"...Um, yeah. So..." She didn't know what else to say; what she thought would help seemed to hurt him even more. "Did you... um... call for help?"
"Eva and DJ are looking for some sort of radio," Noah told her.
"And you ain't goin' to help them?"
"They said they'd bring it back here. I think Eva went along to protect the brickhouse from bear attacks."
"Ah."
-X-
It would be a long four hours before help would come. Perhaps the producers weren't so heartless after all--they had helped the rescue team find the campers.
As the rescue team helped Noah, Izzy, and Leshawna board one of the helicopters, the three survivors took notice of a woman in a suit and high heels. Her smile seemed welcoming, warming, but her gray eyes told another story.
"Hello, munchkins..." she began, and right away Izzy felt her "E-Scope senses" tingling--something wasn't right with this lady. "My name is Sherri, and I am one of the producers for Total Drama Island. I'm also in charge of legal issues at the station."
"A pleasure," Noah mumbled sarcastically.
"...Yes, well... I'm here because I assume the motherfucker you knew as Chris is the reason why nearly everyone on the fucking show is dead." She took a deep breath; the three survivors could practically feel the headache projecting out of this intimidating woman. "I'll have you know that Chris's actions do not reflect the... morale of the other producers. The little bitch shouldn't have even been paid chicken shit, let alone chicken feed." She paused to adjust her glasses. "I assure you that the producers as a whole do not condone whatever acts Chris had pulled, and we are very... sorry for the losses." She put on a fake smile. "So... there's no hard feelings... right?"
"...Excuse me?" Noah asked, now appalled. Leshawna and Izzy didn't speak--their angry glares had voices of their own.
"Well, there's no reason to bring a lawsuit into this, right?" she laughed nervously. "I mean, we had no idea anything like this would or even could happen. So we can't possibly be held liable for... these unfortunate happenings..."
"...Are you Satan Incarnate?" Izzy asked, and the woman fumed.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME?! I AM--" she stopped, blinking a few times before flashing another "innocent" smile. "I apologize. That was rude of me. Now... just make it clear that the producers are free from any potential lawsuits coming our way..."
Noah cleared his throat. "Well, um... Satan?"
"Sherri."
"Sherri, right. Uh... you can tell your producer pals that they have nothing to be worried about. I, for one, have no plans of suing them."
"Oh, thank you, Mister... uh... last name please?"
"...What are you thanking me for? I didn't say I wasn't going to sue you."
She found herself stuttering. "Wha-wha-wha, but you said--"
"I said I wasn't suing them. I never said I wasn't suing you."
A short pause followed, during which the woman's face turned a violent red. She glared at Noah with an extreme intensity, scaring Leshawna and even Izzy. Noah, however, did not look phased. "YOU ASS-SUCKING FUCK-FACE!!" she shrieked. "YOU'RE LUCKY I EVEN RESCUED YOU FROM THIS ISLAND!! HOW DARE YOU SUE ME?! I COULD HAVE YOUR FUCKING ASS THROWN WAY OUT INTO THE FUCKING LAKE IF I WANTED TO!!"
"And then you'll open yourself up to more lawsuits, wouldn't you?" Noah explained. "The lawsuits are inevitable, Sherri. The families of the deceased aren't going to like finding out about their child's death, so they're obviously going to do something about it. And so will my family if you throw me out of this helicopter. Not to mention the rescue squad over here being eye-witnesses, so getting rid of the witnesses is out, unless you want to be on the RCMP Most Wanted list."
"Like me!" Izzy interrupted, raising her hand.
"Yes, like Izzy."
Sherri growled at the brainiac. "You don't know who you're messing with, young man. I am Sherri Deville! You're just a contestant on a stupid reality show."
"An average Joe--the type that will most likely get the sympathy of the common folk, would he not?"
Growling with sheer hatred, Sherri stood up. Two rescue workers held her back to keep her from lunging at the bookworm. "YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY, YOU COCK-SUCKING FAGGOT!!"
"I already do," Noah grimly muttered, looking out the window down to Wawanakwa Island, a site he hoped he would never have to see again.
-X-
As Chris had predicted, for once in her life Sherri Deville had lost, as did the rest of the producers of the show. If the lawsuits weren't bad enough, the negative PR had ultimately bankrupted the entire network. The survivors had gone public: news reports of the Wawanakwa Outbreak, the last hoorah of the beloved reality television series Total Drama Island, were shown all over the globe; even those who had never even heard of the show now knew of the horrible event.
One mother knew something was wrong before she even found out the news--crackpot, maybe, but two healthy lizards don't just die in one day by sheer chance. It was as if their spirits had left with her own daughter.
The survivors were reunited with their families, all thankful that their loved ones were safe and sound. Some of the families even put forward the effort to find and grieve with the families of the deceased. Two families in particular had grieved together on more than one occasion: Noah's and Cody's.
DJ and Eva had developed somewhat of a trust system during their search for Chris's radio that day. After a long while of grieving and doubt, their trust developed into something more. Noah actually smiled when he found out. If there was any possible good thing that could've come out of that damned day, other than the beginning of the network's end, it was this.
Ezekiel was reunited with his "girlfriend." He was overtaken with joy as he held the scarecrow close.
"A... Al... Alexia!"
Somewhere halfway across the country, a redhead sneezed.
Katie and Sadie underwent therapy. Then their therapist underwent therapy.
Leshawna, Izzy, and Noah, the three who actually went through the depths of the facility and survived, had become rather close friends, especially during the time they went public with the story. At first, the story seemed farfetched to the news media, until a phone call to one of the news stations confirmed the facility's existance. A man by the name of Barry Burton had made the call. He reminded them of the once normal town in Midwestern U.S.A: Raccoon City. With the help of his old comrade Chris Redfield, he helped spread the survivors' story to every major nation of the world, in hopes that something like this would never happen again.
And Noah may have been a skeptic, especially when it came to this, but if there really was someone up there, an omniscient being of some sort, a god, he would pray that something like that would never, ever, ever happen again...
-X-
The island was now deserted. Camp Wawanakwa was no more, and never would be.
Wasteland, that's what it was. Devoid of life.
...Or was it...?
...
...Is that a hand I see?
...
...Grrrooooorrrshhh...
-X-
Can you say "mind fuck"?
Sorry for the suckish ending, but... it's Resident Evil, come on.
In all seriousness, I really do hope the ending wasn't too lame. XD A part of me wasn't quite sure exactly how to finish it. Most of the major plot points had already been used by the time I got to the final chapter, and I didn't actually have any for this one. I pretty much just went with my gut, and it probably showed. XD
Also, before I forget, Sherri Deville is JoeMerl's OC. And yes, if you recall, that is "Satan Incarnate," according to Chris.
Another note: the cliffie at the end... does NOT mean I'm making a sequel. ...Because I'm not. Come on, just about everyone's dead. Most of my favorite characters... wiped out several chapters ago. No villains, either. I doubt it'd be very exciting.
Again, thanks to everyone who likes this fic. You guys are awesome! : ) And if you don't like this fic, you're probably awesome too, but you just don't have the same tastes. That's cool. At one time I was not a big fan of zombie survival stuff--I thought the games all looked the same: you blow up a zombie, you solve a puzzle, you blow up another zombie, some guy in drag tries to shoot you and misses despite him having a friggin' laser scope... but yeah, I wasn't a big fan of it at one time, and I guess I'm still not much of one--I don't own very many zombie survival games XD--but I do like the ideas much more now than I did before. : D
And with that, I bid you farewell. ...Wow, hold on, let me tally it up a second... If I'm not mistaken, combining this AND Totally Condemned Island (which is totally not a rip-off of The Condemned... bah, I'm kidding. It's practically a novelization of the damn movie), I've killed off all twenty-four original characters at least once, some twice! Wow, I'm evil, aren't I? XD See you next time!