I don't own Total Drama and The Walking Dead. I only own my OC's.
Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.
The virus started when the characters were on their way to the plane from Total Drama World Tour, so the cast from this season, including Chris and Chef are in Atlanta's camp. As for the other characters that weren't competing in season 3, like Geoff, or Justin or Trent, they're going to appear sooner or later.
As for the characters from the other seasons, we may see them or not, haven't decided, yet.
An RV was driving along a forested road. The grinning face of the reality show host Chris McLean was painted on the sides of the RV as it was taking the people inside of it to the aiport where the plane that was going to take them on the trip around the world was waiting for them. Speaking of the people inside of the RV, there were 17 seventeen years old competing in Total Drama World Tour, each of them minding their own business.
In the driver seats in front of the RV were host and co-host, Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet, driving the RV in the direction of the airport, well the latter one was the one doing the driving as Chris simply looking at the road through the front window. The two were driving in silence, listening to the radio station that was mostly talking about one topic which happened to be about sick people.
"Uh, I can't listen to this." The host groaned, turning the radio off as he grew tired of hearing about sick people. He had lost count of how many radio stations were talking about this topic, "How long do you think it'll be until we reach the aiport, Chef?"
"Should take us another three or four hours." Chef answered, keeping his gaze on the road.
"Cool." Chris said, pulling out his hand-held mirror, looking at his reflection in it with a grin of his lips, admiring his own looks, "This is going to be the best season ever.
Chef glanced over at the sky to notice that the sun was nearly down. He took his eyes of the road for a second, and looked at McLean, "Chris, it's' getting late, should we stop for the night?"
''Nah, we'll get some sleep as long we will make our way to that plane." Chris shook his head in response.
Chef shrugged as his eyes went back to the road, "Whatever you say, Chris. But If I fell aslee..." His words died in his throat as his eyes shot open as the man just walked out from the trees and started walking across the road, "HOLY SHIT!"
Chef's sudden outburst made Chris drop his mirror on the ground, as the host of Total Drama looked out from the front window and saw the same man that starled Chef. The man was just walking to the other side of the road, not caring that there was a vehicle heading his way, even after taking a good glance at the RV driving right towards him.
"Look out!" The host of Total Drama shouted as his hands flew to the steering wheel, Chef doing the same. The RV turned right, avoiding the unknown man who proceeded to walk across the road as if nothing had happened. The RV was sent falling down the hill, taking out anything in it's path, bushes, rocks, small trees, as everyone inside of it were doing no better.
Chef and Chris were clinging into each other in fear as the teenagers behind them, who just a moment ago were enjoying themselves, doing their own things weren't doing any better. Most of them were just being tossed from wall to wall, like ragdolls, but some of them weren't as lucky. Noah was knocked unconscious by his own book which fell out of his grasp the moment the RV started crashing down the hill, Owen fell on Courtney which obviously didn't end well for her, and Duncan was pinned against the ground by a pool table.
It finally came for an end, when the RV crashed into a tree. The front window was shattered into hundreds of pieces which fell onto Chris and Chef who were pushed into their seats by an airbags. Chef pushed it off his face, grunting in pain. He unbuckled his belt and checked over his body for any injured, and luckily enough for him. He didn't seem to have any major injures. He looked over at Chris, who wasn't moving. The co-host of Total Drama quickly took the airbag off Chris' face and checked his pulse, only to let out a sigh of relief. Chris was alive, just unconscious.
When he made sure that Chris was okay, Chef Hatchet got up from his seat and went over to the doors to the living area of the RV, and opened it, "You kids alright?"
"I think so..." DJ said, slowly rising up from the ground, looking around the RV, to see that Duncan was still between the pool table and the wall, "Oh, man, Duncan!" He went over to the table and pushed it away, as Duncan fell on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. DJ knelt down in front the juvie, concerned for his friend.
"What the hell happened?" Heather asked in her usual rude manner as she stood up from the floor.
"There was some guy in the middle of the road." Chef answered, walking over to Owen to get him off Courtney who was clutching her leg in pain.
"You couldn't just honk to tell him to move out of the way?" Alejandro asked, fixing his messed up hair.
"He saw us, but didn't care that there was an RV heading his way, he just kept walking." Chef explained, "I didn't want to ran him over, but I wasn't excepting that we'll end up falling down the hill."
Pretty much everyone had gotten themselves back on their feet at this point, and Chef could take a good look at them. Fortunely everyone, save for a few cuts and bruises seemed to be okay, Noah was still unconscious, Duncan was still clutching his stomach, and Courtney was still holding her leg.
"Where's Chris?" Bridgette asked.
"He's in the front seat, he was knocked out by the impact, but is okay." Chef replied, opening the doors, "We should check the state of this RV."
Everyone made their way outside. The wounded and unconscious members from the group were put on the ground, while the others were checking if the RV was in the condition that would allow them to take them out of here, and unfortunely for them, the TV wasn't in a good shape to say the least. The wheels had been shredded, the axles had cracked, most of the windows shattered, and the front of the TV was completely totaled by a a tree.
''I think it's easy to say that the RV isn't going to take us anywhere." Harold stated the obvious.
''Great, this is just great." Alejandro said, kicking the side of the RV in frustation, "Now we're stuck in the middle of the forest!"
"Well, what do we do now?" Gwen asked, leaning against the RV, with her crossed arms.
Chef tapped his chin, quickly coming up with the idea of what they should do next, "The only thing that we can do now is sent out a team to that will try to get help." He began explaining, "One team will stay behind with the RV, taking care of the wounded, while the other one, led by myself is going to get help."
"And who is going to go where, exactly?" Leshawna asked him.
Chef looked around himself, giving himself a thought who was in the condition to go with him, "...My team will be goth girl, surfer chick, crazy girls one and two, nerds one and two, brick house, jock, and home-school."
"What?" Courtney protested, "You can't leave me behind! I used to be a CIT! You need me out..." She groaned as she tried to stand up on her wounded leg, falling back on the ground.
"With that leg, you're not going anywhere." Chef said, glancing over at Duncan, Noah and Chris, "The juvie was hit really hard with that pool table and, bookworm and pretty boy are still out cold." He turned his attention to Leshawna, Lindsay, Alejandro, Heather and Owen, "I'm counting on you guys to take care of them while me and the rest are going to try to get help."
"You can count on me, Chef." Leshawna said, saluting with her hand.
"Me too!" Lindsay added.
Alejandro just nodded his head, deciding to remain silent.
"Sure, whatever, as long as you find help." Heather said.
"We won't let you down, Chef." Owen said, shoving a piece of food into his mouth, the other didn't seem to be suprised by that. He was just being himself.
Chef rolled his eyes as he turned to his team, "Go, I'll join you in a minute."
Chef's team nodded as they left, but before they did, Izzy and Tyler gave Owen and Lindsay a kiss goodbye, as Harold tried to do the same with Leshawna, but all he got from her was a hug. Before Chef left to join them, he handed Alejandro a flare gun, "If someone finds you, fire it into the air."
Alejandro nodded his head as Chef went over to join his team, "Alright soldiers, we most likely are going to have a lot of walking to do, so let's get moving."
The teenagers nodded their heads as they followed Chef through the forest. Harold who was the closest one to him, noticed him holding something, "What's that?"
Chef held up his gun for of all of them to see. It was a normal 9 milimeter handgun, the teens looked at him in shock, as he explained, "Handgun, I got it from the emergency kit." He looked over his shoulder to see the expressions of teens face, before shoving it into his pocket, "Relax, I'm just being cautious. I probably won't even have to use it."
It's been several minutes since they left to get help, but for the group it felt like hours. The trees that surrounded them stretched high above them and the moon was shining in the darkened sky of the night. Beams of light from their flashlight being their only source of light, at least it was, until the home-schooled teenager from the group spotted something on the road.
"Guys, I see something up ahead, eh." Ezekiel suddenly called out as he pointed at the road in front of them. A light finally appeared in their view, it was getting closer and closer. Someone must've been riding along this road! He could help them! A truck finally came into their view, as they began to wave and call over to the driver of it to stop, and some of them could feel how relief overcame their bodies as it stopped in front of them.
A blond-haired man who also had a blond beard came into their view. There was also one more thing they noticed about him. He had a bandaged wound on his neck and looked a bit pale, "What are you doing here?"
"Good thing you stopped." Chef offered the unknown man a grateful smile, "We need help. Our RV crashed and some of us are wounded."
"What?" The trucker asked them, "Where did your RV crashed?"
"Not too far from here." Chef replied, "About ten minutes away from here."
"What's your name?" Cody asked while the trucker nodded his head to Chef's words.
The trucker let out a small grunt of pain, pressing his hand against his bandaged neck, "...My name is Drake."
"What happened to you?" Gwen asked, concerned to which everyone nodded in agreement because this question was on their minds as well.
"Some guy bit me in the neck." Drake explained, causing everyone to look at him in shock, "About 20 minutes ago when I stopped at the only gas station in the area to refuel."
"Some guy bit you?" DJ wanted to be sure if he didn't misheard, looking horrified by the revelation he got from Drake.
Drake nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, it must've been some drug addict. Good thing the owner knocked him down with a baseball bat."
"Maybe you should visit a hospital with this wound." Harold stated, offering Drake a concerned look.
"I already patched myself up with my own stuff, plus, I have to deliver this stock to Atlanta or my boss is gonna have my ass, and believe me, you don't want to see him angry." Drake shook his head at Harold's words, "I may visit the doctor once I'll be done with this job."
"You said that there was a gas station not too far from here?" Chef asked, wanting to be sure.
"Yes." Drake nodded his head in confirmation, "I can take some of you there. My trailer is not fully filled so it will fit some of you."
Chef nodded his head, grateful for Drake's help as he looked around his team, making sure that all of them were going to hear what he had to say to them, "DJ, Izzy, Tyler and Sierra are going with me. The rest of you come back to the rest and tell them that we found someone who may help us."
Harold, Gwen, Cody, Bridgette and Ezekiel nodded their heads in understandinng, as they turned back and began to head back to the rest to tell them about it, while Drake hopped out of his truck and went over to the trailer. He opened it, allowing DJ, Izzy, Tyler and Sierra to get inside, and after it, he and Chef got themselves into the front seats of the truck.
"So, how long it should take before you take us there?" Chef asked.
"About ten minutes, maybe less." Drake answered, as he lifted up his free arm to touch his bandaged neck, clenching his teeth in pain.
"Maybe I should drive." Chef offered, "You're not in the best condition."
"I'm fine." Drake insisted, "It just hurts."
"How did that happen?" Chef wanted to know what happened to Drake..
Drake let out a sigh befor responding to Chef's question, "I was refuelling my truck on a gas station, when some strange guy came over to me. I asked him what does he want, but he just kept staring at me, I told the owner that there's some strange guy on his property and then this bastard lunged at me and bit me in the neck. Moments later the owner came out and beat him up with a baseball bat. As I said, he was probably some junkie, or it may be also that sickness that's been going on recently, have you heard about it?"
"I did." Chef answered, remembering that he and Chris were listening to the radio audition about it, just moments before the crash, "A lot of the radio stations just kept talking about sick people to the point where I got sick of it and turned the radio off."
"At least I won't have to explain this part to you." Drake stated, "I was taking this stock to Atlanta. People are making a safe zone for those who aren't affected by this disease. I was actually heading there with this stock."
"Safe Zone?" Chef raised his brow.
"Yes. You should head there too." Drake said, nodding his head in confirmation.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the gas station. Chef and Drake got out of the truck and were joined by the four teenagers from the trailer. The blond haired truck driver who seemed now to be even more paller told them that they should wait outside while he'll talk with the owner about their situation.
"Hey, pal!" He called over walking into the gas station, "Sorry to bother you again but when I was heading to Atlanta I came across a group of people who are in a need of help. Their RV crashed and I think we should call..." He stopped when he noticed that the owner wasn't inside of this place, "Are you here?"
The blond haired man looked around the shop in confusion. There wasn't anyone here, as least he thought so until he heard a growling from behind. He turned back and saw the owner, he was about to ask him about something but the owner suddenly lunged towards him, intending to dug his teeth into the other side of his neck. Drake gasped in shock as he grabbed the owner by his shoulders, holding him away from his neck, but it seemed like the owner wasn't going to stop.
On the corner of his eye, Drake could see the man who bit him in the neck the last time he was here, but he didn't seem to be paying any attention to him. Instead he headed towards the exit from this gas station. It took him off the guard for a second and it allowed the owner to attack him. He lunged at his neck again, only to be held away again, but this time, Drake didn't made it out without any harm. He sunk his teeth into Drake's arm, bitting off a piece of flesh from his arm, as the trucker screamed in pain.
Chef, Tyler, DJ, Izzy and Sierra, unaware of what happening inside of the gas station were waiting for Drake to come out along with the owner, and when the door swung open, they excepted to see them come out, but instead they saw someone else. An unknown man walked out of the gas station, and began to head their way the moment he set his eyes on them.
"Oh, excuse us, sir, but where's Drake?" Tyler asked him, walking closer to the man, but then he jumped man as the man lunged towards him, intending to sink his teeth into his body.
"Get behind me!" Chef shouted, as Tyler quickly made his way back to them and his behind Chef, "Don't move!" Chef shouted, glaring at the man. He continued to walk towards him and four teenagers, Chef cocked his handgun and gave them final warning, "I said don't move!" Still the two men didn't even took a step back, Chef sighed, "Alright! You asked for it!"
He pulled the trigger, and the handgun fired, behind him DJ and Sierra cried out as everyone else gasped. A bullet hole appeared in the man's chest, as he didn't seemed to be fazed by it, he continued to walk towards them, like it didn't happened. Everyone's eyes widened in fear, as Chef shouted, "What the hell?"
He fired two more rounds, and each of them hit the man in the chest, but he kept coming, still not caring that he was shot three times. The co-host of Total Drama had enough of it. He lifted his gun a bit and was now aiming it at the man's head, before pulling the trigger. The bullet hit the man right in the middle of his forehead, as his lifeless body collapsed on the ground.
For minute, no one did anything, just stared at the body in shock, until DJ spoke up, "I-is he-he dead?"
Chef lowered his gun and walked over to the lifeless body of a man. He gave it a quick kick and when the man didn't moved, he nodded his head, "Yeah, he's dead."
Tyler, DJ, Izzy and Sierra all let out a sigh of relief, but their minds were still troubled by what had just happened. How did this guy survived three bullets to the chest? The silence was broken by Sierra who asked, "What about Drake?"
Then, almost as quickly as she asked this question, everyone rushed into the gas station to look for Drake, concerned for the man that took them to this place. They found him. He was laying on the floor, blood was pouring from his neck, and his lifeless eyes staring up at them, next to him was laying the dead body of the owner, his head was smashed into pieces. Everyone stared at the scenery before them in horror. DJ and Sierra rushed out of the gas station to throw up, with Tyler barely stopping himself from joining them.
Chef, Izzy and Tyler came out of the gas station moment later, the former carrying two pairs of keys, as DJ asked him, "What do we do now?"
"We're going to take Drake's truck and the car that I assume beloned to the owner of this place and use them to return to the rest." Chef responded.
"What are we going to do after that?" Sierra wanted to know.
Chef sighed, remembering what Drake told him about Atlanta, "Drake told me that because of what is happening with these sick people, they made a safe camp in Atlanta. We're going to get help there."
Although they seemed to be a bit hesitant, everyone eventually agreed with Chef's idea and nodded their heads. Then, Chef handed Izzy the keys to the owners car and she along with Tyler and Sierra went over to that car as Chef and DJ went over to Drake's truck. What they didn't notice was that when they towards the place where their RV crashed, Drake walked out of the gas station, letting out a few grunts.
They arrived at the place where their RV crashed about 10 minutes later, the hopeful expression of everyone faded away when they noticed that it was only Chef, Tyler, Izzy, DJ and Sierra. When all five of them got out of their vehicles, and walked over to the rest, they noticed that Chris and Noah awoke from their slumber, as Duncan seemed to be in a much better condition, only Courtney was still clutching her broken leg for which Owen was still apologizing.
"Guys! You're back!" Lindsay cheered, clearly happy to see them again.
"Where's the help that you told us you'll get?" Heather asked.
"There's no help coming." Chef answered, plain and true.
"What?" Heather asked, but didn't receive the answer to this question because Cody spoke up before Chef's could answer it when he noticed that a certain truck driver was nowhere to be seen.
"Guys, where's Drake?" The geek asked, wanting to know where the man they just met was.
Chef, Tyler, DJ, Izzy and Sierra looked down on the ground, neither of them wanting to talk about what happened on the gas station. Chef bit his lips as he spoke up to the people who were fortunate enough to be absent during the gas station incident, knowing that they had to know about that, "We need to get going."
"What happened to him?" Gwen wanted to know.
Chef sighed as he turned to look at Chris, "Chris, do you remember what he heard in the radio, before you turned it off?"
Chris nodded his head in response, "Yeah."
"It's true. When we arrived at the gas station, Drake went into the gas station to talk with the owner as we waited for them outside. He didn't came back, only some strange guy came out of the station a few moments of waiting for Drake. He lunged for Tyler and tried to bit him." Chef started explaining what happened at the gas station as Lindsay gasped, coming over to Tyler to embrace him, wanting to comfort her boyfriend, "I had to kill him... I shot him three times, and despise that, he was still moving as if I didn't just receive three bullets to the chest, then I shot him in the head which finally finished him off, then we went inside of the gas station and found Drake, dead, in the pool of his blood."
Everyone, even Heather, Alejandro, Chris and Duncan seemed to be shocked by what he just said. No one knew what to say, until Bridgette asked, "So, what should we do now? Where should we go?"
"Atlanta." Chef replied, "They are making a safe zone there for the people that aren't affected by this sickness, just like everyone here. This is where we're going to get help."
The co-host of Total Drama didn't had to say more as everyone immediately started preparing themselves for the trip to Atlanta. Everyone who was wounded in the crash was taken to the trailer which was still connected to the truck, and took some things from the RV that they could use in the future once they will arrive at Atlanta.
The group split themselves into two segments, one in the truck, the other one in the car. The latter vehicle was obviously smaller than the former and much less people could fit inside of it. The group of people that decided to head to Atlanta in the car from the gas station consisted of Izzy, Owen, Ezekiel and Noah. The other group in the truck consisted of Duncan, Courtney, Heather, Tyler, Lindsay, Gwen, Alejandro, Leshawna, Harold, DJ, Cody, Sierra, Bridgette, Chef and Chris, with the teenagers being in the trucks trailer and the hosts being in the driver seats.
They had a long road ahead of them.
They had almost arrived in Atlanta about two hours after they took off from the place where their bus crashed, as they were stopped by a huge traffic which was leading straight into that city. They were dozens of people who were heading to that city for the same reason. Most of them were waiting for then traffic to start moving.
The two hosts of Total Drama and the contestants of the said show were standing by the truck's trailer, or sitting inside of it, wanting for this traffic to start moving as much as everyone else around them did. Nothing much has happened since the traffic prevented them from driving further. For the entire time they stood there and just talked with each other, or with the people who wanted to get into that city as much as they did.
It was when every person that was stuck in the traffic looked up at the sky when they heard how something flied above them and saw a few army jets flied right above their heads, flying towards the city of Atlanta.
"Guys!" Owen's voice suddenly called over to them, as he and Izzy took off a few minutes ago to take a look at Atlanta, "You need to see this!"
Everyone immediately reacted to Owen's call and started making their way towards Owen and Izzy, wanting to know what was going on. Even Courtney with her broken leg went over to check what was happening, holding onto Duncan, keeping her broken leg away from the ground, while balancing on her other unbroken leg.
"What is going on?" Leshawna asked them what was on everyone's minds, to which Owen and Izzy responded by pointing at the city ahead of them.
Everyone's could feel how their eyes widened in shock at the view of the jets dropping napalms into the city, which were exploading as soon as they touched the ground, people who were in the city at that time screaming in horror.
"Tyler..." Lindsay said, horrified as she buried her face into her Tyler's shoulder, taking her eyes off the explosions as more people from the highway started gathering around them, watching what was happening in front of them
"C'mere, don't look at this." Her boyfriend told her, not even thinking about letting her look at it.
Cody covered his mouth with his hands and shook his head in disbelief, as he felt someone how embrace him tightly, this someone being of course Sierra. Normally, he'd tell her to let him go, but now this wasn't on his mind.
"Guys, what is going on?" DJ asked, holding back tears as the horrified screams of the people of Atlanta rang through his ears, but got no answer.
Everyone kept staring at what just happening before their eyes, looking horrified as before, even Chef, Chris, Heather, Izzy, Duncan, and Alejandro seemed to be horrified by the sight of Atlanta in flames and the screams of so many people.
It was just a start of a nightmare...
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.