Hey guys! New chapter. Sorry for the long wait, I was working on Total Drama Chaos. It would be awesome if you checked it out; it's a Season 5 story. AND OH MY GOD DID I HAVE A CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK!
For some people who are wondering, in a real zombie apocalypse, would the TD cast be the last people on Earth? No, I didn't think so, hence the OC's. They won't be around the entire story, and there will be more . People come, people go. That's the way it goes. Also, next chapter will be a bloodbath…maybe…Hahahaha…Okay, on with the story!
The Warning: This story will be gory. Not so much I have to put it in 'M', but if your grossed out by that, sorry. Also, mild to severe swearing!
It was early the following morning. Everyone, minus the van drivers, was starting to wake up.
"Agghwaghugh." Duncan yawned as he sat up, stretching his arms. He looked up to the front and saw Chef driving still, dark circles under his eyes. Ezekiel was curled up in the front seat, still sound asleep.
"Hey man." The punk said, tapping Chef on the shoulder, "I'll drive from here on, I got my license." Duncan was lying, and Chef knew that, but he was too tired to care. Besides, it's not like they were in heavy traffic.
By then Brick and Geoff had woken, and Geoff was currently waking a sleeping Bridgette while Brick was stretching and trying not to disturb Gwen, who was right next to him.
Chef grumbled and made his way back to the very back of the van, accidentally knocking Brick, who tripped and landed on Gwen.
"Gah!" Gwen squeaked, sharply waking up and grabbing her left breast in pain. As Brick apologized profusely, Chef arrived at the back of the bus and fell asleep, nearly squishing a stirring Bridgette, thudding into the plushy cushions and falling asleep.
Back at the front of the bus, Duncan and Ezekiel had gotten to talking.
"This shit blows, man." Duncan groaned, looking at the couple dozen zombies that were on the street in front of them. "How'd the world end up so bad, man?"
"I don't know, it's crazy, eh! It was just a couple weeks ago when the world was normal, and know it's all gone down the drain!" Ezekiel said, scratching his toque.
Duncan sighed. "I hope we all make it out of this alive… after seeing Lindsay and the others… I just don't know…" He trailed off, staring into the gray skies ahead.
Ezekiel stretched, cracking his back. "Oof, that woos nice... anyways, I don't know Duncan, if I had to say…" He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Probably not." He admitted sadly.
Brick, from the back, joined in. "Yea, I've been trying to tell myself that, that we'll all be okay. But after yesterday, I know now I'm just lying to myself…" He said, looking sadly at the ground.
Bridgette and Geoff were cuddling, and the former was whimpering into the other's chest.
"I just want this nightmare to end." Bridgette mumbled.
"It's okay babe, it's okay." Geoff said, stroking her hair.
In van two, Lightning had taken over driving after Alejandro had insisted he needed sleep. Alejandro and Heather were cuddling in the very back. Sierra had stirred about four hours ago suffering from a severe concussion, and was vaguely murmuring for Cody.
Scott was looking glumly out the window, thinking about the gruesome events of yesterday.
Eva was dozing in the passenger seat, murmuring slightly ever once in a while.
Jo was awake and was chatting with Lightning. "Man, these undead creeps are tougher than I thought." she said, cracking her knuckles.
Lightning nodded. "Sha-yeah. I can't believe they got all those guys yesterday! It makes me feel a feeling I had never felt before!"
Jo rolled her eyes. "What, sorrow?"
Lightning blinked and looked at her. "Huh?"
Jo facepalmed. "Keep your eyes on the road, protein-brain."
In van three Courtney had switched with Mike, who, despite Zoey's protests, switched to Chester, because he knew how to drive. He was still able to be grumpy despite the empty road.
"God damn kids and their god damn bikes and shit!" Chester grumbled. No bikes nor kids were in sight.
Cameron and Beth were asleep in the second row, and Courtney was snoozing in he way back with Zoey.
Anne Maria was in the front next to Chester. She batted her eyelashes. "Any chance of seeing Vito?" She said, pressing her chest against his arm. Chester eyed her with such a stink eye, that even Anne Maria knew to back off.
"God damn night-walkers and their goddamn boobies." Chester grumbled.
Anne Maria gasped, slapping him across the face. Chester shook his face, returning back to Mike.
"Oh! Hey Anne Maria." Mike frowned, rubbing his face. "Was Chester being a dick again?"
Anne Maria sighed impatiently, "Whateva." She returned back to her seat.
Meanwhile, Zoey had woken up and had made her way to the front seat. "What's going on, guys? Where are we heading?"
Mike sighed. "I don't know, I'm just following the van in front of us. Chef probably knows where we are going. Last I heard, we were heading to the American border."
Anne Maria cheered. "America! Luv it! Do you think we can go to New York?"
Mike, Zoey and Beth, who had just woken up, stared at her blankly.
Anne Maria blinked. "What?" She stared at them for a few seconds before realization dawned on her. "Oh...oh yeah."
After Justin had nearly collapsed from exhaustion, Noah had taken over driving. Dawn, Justin and Katie were in the back seat, and a very depressed Izzy and Trent were in the middle row. Tyler was in the front next to Noah.
Izzy cried out in her sleep, grazing her arm against Trent's side, causing the guitarist to scream out in pain.
Noah jumped, causing the van to drift slightly to the left. He cursed as he corrected the vehicle back on target.
"What was that?" Tyler yelped, looking back at the musician.
"Nothing! She just, uh, startled me." Trent stammered, his face blanching.
"Oh please, we're not idiots." Katie snapped, yanking up the musicians shirt before he could react. The long red scrape could be seen, and Dawn and Izzy gasped, scrambling away from him.
"YOU WERE BITTEN?" Justin bellowed at him.
Trent lost even more color, and he was sweating profusely. "Well…well.. It… was…I-it was a… scratch."
"So what?" Katie snapped.
"So." Noah snarked from the drivers seat. "He's fine. As long as the zombies blood didn't mix with his.
Trent thought back to the scene, and distinctly remembered no zombie blood.
"No, there was none." Trent said firmly and truthfully.
"Than you're fine." Noah said, not taking his eyes off the road.
Trent put his head in his hands, nearly sobbing with relief.
Katie sighed in relief, and gave him a friendly and reassuring hug.
They kept on driving.
Not much was happening in van five. James was driving, with Harold in the front seat next to him. Haley was in the second row, with North and Lia sleeping in the way back.
"Damn, you were always my favorite, man." James said to Harold, as the ginger nerd beamed.
"Thanks James, that means a lot." Harold said.
"I'm sorry about LeShawna." James said, patting Harold's shoulder.
The thought of LeShawna had Harold blinking back tears. "Thanks man, it sucks that she had to go… and especially in that way."
James nodded sympathetically, and they kept on driving.
The crew continued to drive for a couple more days. They took shifts driving and were pretty good at rationing their supplies. They only stopped for bi-hourly bathroom breaks, and they stopped once to check an off-road gun shop, but with no luck. Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, four days after they had left the convenience store, they reached the American border. They had been hoping to cross the border with the vehicles, but had no such luck. The fence was 20 feet high, and the one entrance was shut tight with at least a dozen locks, and there was no chance for ramming it open due to the fact it was blocked for hundreds of yards by cars with rotting corpses in them.
"Shit." Chef muttered, groaning and slamming his hand down into the side of the car.
North walked up behind him. "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought." He breathed. "We're going to have to load each person down with as much supplies as possible. Even with that we'll still have to leave some behind.
Chef nodded in agreement. "Maggots! Line up!" He bellowed, causing all the campers who were stretching their legs or bringing supplies over to the fence to double time it to him.
"Okay, we're in a tight spot here. We have a limited amount of people and a whole lot of supplies. So we're going to weigh you all down with as much supplies as possible and you can climb over. Any questions?" Chef barked.
Cameron raised his hand. "Um, I'm not exactly the strong-type… I don't know if I can make it over the fence without any supplies."
"Yeah," Cody added. "Do you expect her to be able to make it over the fence at all?" He gestured to the still slightly woozy Sierra.
"Oh no, please, I'm fine, see?" Sierra said, taking her leaning arm off the van. She stood upright for about 2 seconds before starting to fall forward. Cody rushed forward to catch her, accidentally grabbing one of her breasts. Turning bright red, Cody quickly moved his hand away to around her shoulders.
Sierra, despite her headache, managed to giggle and blush slightly. "Oh Codykins."
Chef, despite the touching moment, was unmoved. "C'mon, we'll load the strongest with the most necessary supplies. Eva, you take all the gasoline you can, and Jo, you grab some food."
Eva nodded. There were 14 cans of gas plus whatever was in the vans. She grabbed a backpack and stuck 6 cans inside, also putting one between her teeth. She climbed and over the other side of the fence. There were no zombies there, but she kept her eyes out. You never knew when a sprinter would come bolting out of the woods.
Jo grabbed 3 backpacks full of food and water and hiked her way over the fence. She plopped down next to Eva.
"C'mon, I'd rather not be here alone for too long." Jo hissed through the fence.
Chef nodded, sending Lightning over the fence with the rest of the gas.
Lightning back flipped off the fence, sticking the landing perfectly. "Aww yea." He smirked.
Brick, Alejandro, Justin and Mike made it over with a bunch of supplies.
As Geoff and Duncan scrambled over the fence, Chef heard some rustling in the woods. He twirled around, raising his handgun. A zombie staggered out of the woods.
Chef quickly pulled his gun up and hissed, "Don't fire."
North quickly pulled a throwing knife from his belt. He flipped the knife in his hand and hurled it at the zombie, the point embedding itself in the creatures eye. It fell to the ground, moving no more.
North ran to the zombie, pulling the knife out. As he straightened up, he heard moaning. He looked up, seeing about two hundred zombies stumbling towards him.
His eyes widened, "Shit." He muttered. "Guys, we have to move!" He yelled. "Zombies! And lots of them!"
James, Lia, and Haley's eyes widened. They grabbed their personal backpacks and some random supplies, quickly scaling the fence, dropping down to the other side.
Scott also had quick reflexes, scaling the fence easily.
"Everyone! Grab at least some supplies and get over the fence, now!" Chef barked. He pulled out his pistol, ready to blow some heads off. North didn't dare waste one of his knives on the horde, knowing he wouldn't be able to retrieve it.
"Sorry, I'll be on the other side." North breathed. He grabbed a couple boxes of supplies and scaled the fence incredibly quick.
Chef sighed and lowered his gun, holstering it. He grabbed a backpack and shoved it into Duncan's hand. "Get moving, all!" He bellowed. The zombies were closing in, only about 200 feet between them and the fence.
Meanwhile, Everyone except Cameron, Noah, Chef, Cody, Sierra, Anne Maria, Beth, Tyler and Katie had scaled the fence and were on the other side.
As Duncan scrambled up, Noah saw the horde and his widened. Adrenaline coursed through his body, and he climbed up the fence. He made it about 20 feet up before the adrenaline wore off. He saw how high he was and froze up, clinging to the fence for dear life.
"Bad move, BAD MOVE Noah." The bookworm muttered to himself.
Back on the ground, Tyler had just climbed up 10 feet and then fell down, spraining his ankle. "Shit." Tyler said, panic starting to seize his body.
Meanwhile Anne Maria had made her way over, and was trying to encourage Noah along with Harold and Izzy.
"No, I don't want to die." Tyler said, his voice cracking.
"Calm down, soldier. You're not going anywhere." Chef consoled. "Get up the fence, maggots." Chef yelled again.
"There is NO WAY Sierra can make this, and I'm not leaving her." Cody said.
"Go up, string bean. I'll get the girl, I promise." Chef said, crossing his arms. Cody looked hesitant for a moment, but at a "MOVE IT NOW MAGGOT!" He scrambled up the fence.
Katie grabbed a box of food and managed to climb over the fence.
Tyler had tried to climb up again, but couldn't use his other foot. He had broken down and was tearing up. He had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply.
Beth, after a couple minutes, was able to hoist her self over the fence.
"C'mon Cameron, get your ass over the fence, NOW!" Chef barked.
Cameron, try as he might, was unable to pull himself up. "I… CAN'T!" He yelled, trying to pull himself up as hard as he could.
Tyler was now outright sobbing. "Please don't leave me Chef!" He begged, holding onto the pant leg of Chef.
Chef gently pulled away. He was face with the toughest decision of his life. He had to choose between Tyler, Sierra and Cameron.
Cameron still hadn't given up, and was trying to pull himself up. Sierra was calmly sitting against the fence, her eyes closed, but she looked like she was close to panicking. And Tyler was at Chef's feet, sobbing like a little boy, begging Chef to take him. Chef knew he could only take one.
The zombies were now super close, only about 30 feet. Chef closed his eyes, and whispered an 'I'm sorry'. He then pulled out his pistol, shooting an unknowing Cameron in the back of the head.. Gwen vomited, and Bridgette screamed.
As Cameron's body fell to the ground, he turned, pointing his gun at the other person, wanting to put that person out of his misery as well.
Tyler looked down the barrel of the gun. "Please." He begged, "Please, please, please. Don't."
Chef closed his eyes, pulling the trigger. Tyler's body dropped to the floor. Cody's sob of relief could be heard as he picked up the last box of water and slung Sierra over his shoulder. He climbed the wall, landing on the other side. The zombies started feasting on Cameron and Tyler's bodies.
"Thank you, thank you so much." Cody sobbed, hugging Sierra, who was also sobbing.
North walked up, clapping Chef on the shoulder solemnly. "You have guts, man. I don't know if I could've done that." He said, watching without the slightest trace of horror as the zombies feasted on the dead castmates.
"Hell, it's easy when you know it'll take them out of their suffering." Chef muttered. "Let's get moving."
No one had any objections to what Chef did. Everyone knew that what Chef did was the kindest thing he could've done in that situation.
As they were packing up, they heard a voice. "Hey! What about me!" Noah yelled, still clinging to the fence as zombies 20 feet below him tried vainly to scramble up to him.
Chef pulled out his pistol, pointing at the bookworm's head. "If you don't get your scrawny butt over here in 10 seconds, I'll just put you out of your misery."
Noah's eyes widened and his face paled. He scrambled quickly over the fence, plopping down moments later.
"You psychotic maniac!" Noah yelled at the black cook.
Chef scoffed. "Please, I wouldn't have shot you." He scoffed. Noah still looked upset, but Chef honestly didn't give a shit.
"We should get moving," Harold said, shifting his backpack on his shoulders. "We don't want to stay in one place for too long, that's seems to be how they find us.
James nodded in agreement. "I'd say by the fact that it's still summer and its 65 degrees and mid afternoon here, we're in Vermont."
"We should try and get to southern New England, we can hole up there for a while." Cody added. "That way the climate is varied enough so we can still hunt and we won't freeze to death, but it's not overly hot and we can still get snow for water so we don't dehydrate to death."
Haley looked around, puzzled. "Why are there no cars anywhere?" She asked, scratching her head.
It was true, as far as the eye could see was pavement into the distance, but there were no cars to be seen.
"Huh." Ezekiel said, scratching his toque. "That's weird, eh? There are so many cars on the other side, but none here!"
The no cars issue was apparently not an issue to Chef. "Alright, maggots, let's move out! Grab a pack; everyone's pulling his or her own weight. If you don't like it, you can go off by yourself."
Nobody objected. Everyone followed Chef. Haley and Jo brought up the rear of the pack.
The mood was sad. Everyone paid respects to Tyler and Cameron in their own ways. Everyone, or, almost everyone, was going to miss the lovable yet clumsy jock and the nerdy but kind-hearted bubble boy.
Courtney was walking by herself, when Duncan came up to her, putting an arm around her. "Hey babe." He said.
Courtney looked up at him, grateful he was still alive. "Hey, ogre." She said jokingly, leaning her head on his shoulder. They walked on in silence.
Gwen and Trent were also walking side by side, holding hands. Gwen had a backpack containing medical supplies, and she was currently working on Trent's wound.
"Boy am I glad that this wasn't a bite." Gwen said shakily, applying hydrogen peroxide to the wound, making Trent stop for a second as pain momentarily blinded him.
"Sorry!" Gwen said, yanking the peroxide and blood stained paper towel away. The wound was no longer bleeding, but the liquid of the peroxide had caused some of the dried blood to wash off.
Trent smiled, "Hey, it's cool. Do you think we could finish this when we set up camp for the night though?" He asked, playfully poking the goth girls side, much to her delight.
"Fine," She said, entwining her hand in his once more.
Sierra was back to normal now, after a couple hours of leaning on Cody her headache had finally cleared away and her vision was steady. She was now back to her normal self. She and Cody, like Gwen and Trent, were also holding hands.
"You have no idea." Cody said, his voice still shaking slightly from the earlier ongoings, "How happy I am that Chef chose you."
Sierra smiled, squeezing his hand a little tighter. "Aww, you are SO sweet Cody." She said, giving him a quick hug. The group continued to walk, the only sounds were the birds in the distance and some idle chit-chat here and there. About an hour before sundown, Chef stopped at the side of the road, plunking his pack down and sitting on it. "Alright maggots, rule number one, keep, your voices down." He said threateningly. Everyone nodded. "Rule number two: We all work to set up camp together. No slacking. We'll need people to set up the tents, some to make fire, and some to ration supplies. Myself, North, Harold and Eva will take care of the rationing. Any questions?"
No one said anything, they all just quietly left for work, even Heather and Scott.
After 15 minutes, the fire was crackling and 8 5-man tents were set up. They all sat in a circle around the fire, with four people switching out on guard. Currently on guard were Alejandro, Katie, Zoey and Justin.
They talked idly, trying to keep the thoughts of Tyler and Cameron out of their heads. The guards continued to rotate out every half-hour. Soon, everyone was asleep, and Beth, Anne Maria, Izzy and Gwen were on guard duty. The only problem was... everyone was asleep...including the guards
. About 20 yards away, a branch on the ground went *snap*.
Muhahahaha! Cliffhanger! Again, sorry this took so long to get out, I was having bad writers block with it. Anyways, please review if you enjoyed, or didn't! I enjoy constructive criticsm. Anyways guys, until next time! Ciao!
Dead: Owen, LeShawna, Staci, Sadie, B, Sam, Dakota, DJ, Lindsay, Chris, Cameron, Tyler.
Alive: Ezekiel, Eva, Noah, Justin, Katie, Izzy, Cody, Beth, Courtney, Harold, Trent, Bridgette, Geoff, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Alejandro, Sierra, Lightning, Zoey, Scott, Jo, Mike, Anne Maria, Brick, Dawn, Chef, North, Lia, Haley and James.