A/N yay! Another chapter!!!

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The group hiked along the trail through the woods. They were hungry, tired, and upset but there was no stopping now. A while ago they had heard a scream they were almost certain belonged to Alex. Rosie ran to catch up with Hermione who was leading them all by following Maggie. Draco had hung back with Chris and no one objected. Whatever Draco had said, it helped a lot.

"So you can't connect with her anymore?" Rosie asked Hermione. "Y- you can't feel what she feels and all that?"

"Nope, I've tried several times... none were successful." Hermione said bitterly. "My guess is that they have disconnected our bond."

"But why would they do that. Two for one deal is great for them isn't it." Rosie asked, referring to the fact that Hermione had felt all the pain Alex had.

"My guess is that they want us to get there. They're waiting for us." Hermione said grimly.

"That's awful." Rosie said with a shiver. "Do you think there's anything else in these woods waiting for us?"

"Zombies!" Billy offered.

"I'm serious Billy. Quit joking around!" Rosie said shivering. The thought of zombies gave her the creeps.

"Who's laughing?" Billy asked, pointing into the distance. Rosie followed his gaze and felt her heart stop as she hid her scream of fear behing a hand.

Lurching toward them were several figures, none of which seemed to be really alive. They were all discolored and decaying, the flesh hanging off of the older ones bones. Some had slack jaws, unable to speak as those muscles had rotted long ago. All of them grunted and groaned, the ability of speach disappearing with the normal functions of the brain. Some carried weapons dragging on the ground, some just looked hungry.

"Why me?" Rosie whispered softly. Beside her Maggie was hissing at the creatures, some of which hissed back.

"Of all things, he had to pick Zombies as his ultimate body guards." Draco complained stepping forward to face them.

"Well you figure they have no fear, follow all orders given, and are hard to stop." Hermione offered. "It's probably one of the smartest choises for dirty work you don't want to deal with."

"May be true but they're stupid as-"

"Draco!" Hermione cried, not because he had nearly sworn but because at that moment a zombie had jumped at him, knocking him to the ground in a wild fury.

Draco grunted, trying to throw the thing off of him. It held on tight, it's teeth working furiously as it tried to bite him. Draco sneered and said, "Someone's hungry eh?"

"A couple weeks being dead without food will do that to a person." Hermione said. She aimed carefully and jinxed the zombie off of Draco. It flew 10 feet in the air and landed right next to Rosie. Rosie squealed and hid behind Billy, who in turn scooted back behind Chris. Chris ran foward with a log and hit the zombie in the head breaking it's neck. The zombie was dead... well as dead as a dead thing can be.

"One down, nine to go!" Draco offered massaging his neck where the zombie had tried to strangle him. He tucked his wand in his belt, grabbed a rock and chucked it at a nearby zombie. It caught it off guard so Draco charged at it and snapped it's neck. Looking down at it, he whispered, "Thanks for the fighting lessons dad."

"Nice work Draco!" Hermione called, petrifying a zombie before Chris knocked it's head off with another log. Nearby, Billy was actually trying to help. He threw rocks at the creatures as Rosie pulled back a branch. When she let it go, two more zombie heads went rolling into the dust.

"Five more guys... I'm getting tired." Draco said, gasping for breath. "If we had a shotgun, we could shoot their brains out!"

Quickly Hermione transfigured a nearby log into a gun and several small rocks into bullets. She loaded it and tossed it to Draco. Draco caught it and taking careful aim said "Say goodbye mo-"

"Draco!" Hermione cried again, this time was actually for his language.

He rolled his eyes but shot four zombies in the head, killing them instantly. Then he looked around, frowning slightly. "Wait a minute... weren't there ten of them? I thought I counted ten, I only see nine here..."

"Maybe there were only nine... or maybe the tenth one got away or you just didn't see it get killed." Chis suggested, massaging his wrist.

"Or maybe it's right behind Rosie!" Draco yelled running forward with the gun. "More bullets Hermione!"

Hermione knelt down looking for pebbles. Rosie screamed as the zombie grabbed her and lowered it's head to her shoulder. Tears ran down her cheeks as she whispered, "Please no."

She closed her eyes but the pain never came because at that instant, Draco collided with the zombie, knocking it away from her. The two rolled around on the ground fighting as two children would. The gun lay a few feet away forgotten. Hermione grabbed it and loaded it. Then taking careful aim she shot the zombie crying, "Die!"

The thing was still. Draco rolled away from it, clutching his shoulder. His breath was ragged but he gave Hermione a grateful smile.

"Are you alright?" She asked softly.

"No." He answered pulling his hand away so all could see the distinct bite mark on his shoulder. They drew back with a gasp.

"Oh no..." Hermione whispered, tears sparkling in her soft brown eyes.

"Don't worry about it... you know what to do. I mean, we've all seen these zombie movies." Draco said shakily, pushing the gun into Hermione's hands.

Hermione threw the gun to the ground and stepped away. "No... NO WAY!"

"Hermione, what else can we do?" Draco demanded.

"We can find a cure!" Rosie spoke up, looking nervouse. "But if we don't find one in time..."

"Then we kill me." Draco prompted. He stood up and waved his wand in front of his wound, cleaning and bandaging it. Then he walked toward the path. "Shall we go then?"

They continued onward. Draco lost in his own thoughts. The group kept looking back at him at different intervals. He walked at the back, feeling his brow begin to break out into a cold sweat. He knew he was pale, he didn't need a mirror to figure that out. It began to get dark. They stopped and set up a camp, much to Hermione's objection.

"We can't find a cure just sitting here!" She argued.

"We can't find one getting lost in the dark with a half-zombie either." Chris pointed out. He whispered so only she could hear, "I know you don't want to hear this but I don't know how long he can last. He's not looking too good."

She nodded with small tears in her eyes. She knew this was true but it didn't make hearing it any more bearable. She looked over at Draco, sitting alone far from the light of the fire.

Draco knew Hermione was gazing at him but he didn't look up. Instead he lay down on his back staring up at the sky thinking. He had made sure the gun was next to him and now he touched the barrel softly, as if to reassure himself it was there. He began to think of lyrics to some stupid muggle song from some stupid muggle movie. Fear factory: Invisable wounds from Resident Evil. A zombie movie. He laughed.

Dark bodies floating in darkness

No sign of light ever given

Imprisoned in a world without a memory

unconscious, or am i conscious?
cut from the heart i am part of
sometimes i feel as though i'm frozen in heaven.

"Draco? Are you ok?" Came Hermione's voice. Draco stayed silent, hoping she'd go away and think he was asleep. "Draco?"

A moment later, she left, convinced he was asleep. He let out a sigh and looked up at the sky again. His vision had turned blurred and hazy. He was beginning to forget things, like his mind was slowly slipping away. He didn't tell Hermione, he didn't want her scared. He wanted her far away when he did what he had to do. He knew if she was nearby, he couldn't do it. He waited until they were all asleep before bringing the gun out. He studied it carefully before puttting it to his forehead and closing his eyes.

"Draco..." came a voice. He opened his eyes and lowered the gun looking around. No one was there. The voice came again "Draco..."

This time he recognized it. "What is it now Pansy?"

"Oh don't sound so happy to see me." Pansy said appearing before him by throwing off her invisability cloak. "You really don't have manners sometimes..."

"Pansy, if you haven't noticed I'm busy so if you could just leave that would be nice."

"Oh no you don't! You wont shoot yourself if I have any say in it. I have an offer for you Drackey..." She said softly.

"No nicknames please." He said gulping. His throat was getting dry... he didn't have much time. "What's the offer?"

"Well I happen to have the antidote to your problem right here. I'm willing to offer it to you but only if you do me a favor."

"And that favor would be?"

"Give Hermione the necklace immediately. The dark Lord says no more holding back, she must have that necklace on!" Pansy urged.

"And if I refuse?"

"If you refuse... well, I leave taking the gun with me and your friends get stuck with a zombie when they wake up. I didn't think you cared so much for that mudblood, this should be an easy decision for you."

Draco cursed her under his breath. She had walked him right into this one so he did only have one choice. He looked up at her but even her outline so close to him was fuzzy. He didn't have much time. He sighed and said, "Ok, I'll give her the necklace first thing tomarrow."

Paqnsy clapped her hands with glee. "A wise decision Draco. Hold still."

Draco did as he was told and watched as she loaded a syringe with a strange liquid and injected it into his arm. He bit his lip knowing that he had just signed Hermione's life away. The affects of the chemical were immediate. Ina moment he was lying on the ground again, rollig around and howling in pain as his shoulder burned worse than before. It was even steaming! It hurt so much...

"Good night Drackey Poo."Pansy whispered as she disappeared into the dark once more.

A/N That's a good chapter right? I found it dark and creepy... dedicated to all the creepy zombie flicks out there! Luv em!!!