By NocturneD/Wingz
Note: Hey people, I got some good news and bad news. The good news is that I decided to start this story up again but the bad news is that I lost the previous data that was going to complete this chapter and probably go a few more chapters but I got even more bad news as this will be the last three chapters of this story. I'm sorry but try to enjoy it while it lasts…
Arthur was confronted by the zombie version of his little sister. With her decaying face creeping him out until no end and with her spine chilling voice. He gripped the ice pick even tighter behind his back as his zombie sister draws closer with her arms raised. He wanted to scream but the form of his sister kept him from doing it; he was shivering and sweating… Suddenly she leaped at him and then Arthur remembered something…
"Wait a second… She's just a little girl…" Arthur thought and then pulled out the ice pick from behind him and yelled, "I'M RICK JAMES BITCH!" Just then he stabbed the little zombie in the eye making her pause for a minute to let out a huge screech. Arthur then grabbed a nearby frying pan and started to beat the little girl over the head finding an open oven, he made one huge bash against her skull throwing her into the oven and then he slammed the door shut. Turning on the oven at over 500 degrees the zombie DW tried to shove her way back out but Arthur pinned the door with a chair. The zombie girl screamed and hissed but it was no use because of her body instantly catching fire, Arthur sat back and watched it with his back against the kitchen counter watching his little sister burn.
"Now where are those marshmallows when I need them?" Arthur asked.
Just then all of the lights suddenly went out in the building and almost everyone was in a big panic. Wingz was trying to eat his canned ham with his knife until someone ran into him, feeling angry Wingz did his best trying to see in the dark and beating down the person who ruined his meal. Mr. Frensky turned on his flashlight to look over to see Wingz was beating down Molly, one of the tough customers with seeing a bunch of blood splattered all over the floor.
"Was she any important?" Mr. Frensky asked.
"Not really…" Francine replied.
"Okay then no big lose." Mr. Frensky countered, "Now everyone keep calm! Now I'm sure there is a back up generator somewhere in the building, all we have to do is find it." Just suddenly the lights flickered back on again as well Mr. Haney bringing up…
"That must be the back up power right now, it will only be on for another two hours so we're going to have to work fast to replace the fuse." Mr. Haney added.
"Right then, where is it exactly?" Mr. Frensky asked, while there was some strange sounds coming from the stage area with the red curtains closed sounding like moaning and fast breathing.
"Should be in the second basement right underneath the…" Mr. Haney stopped and heard a sound of a helicopter hovering nearby; his heard a beep on his radio and received a message.
"I tried signaling with the flair but the helicopter kept on going and dropped something really big in the woods. Apparently it wasn't a rescue chopper…" Mrs. McGrady said into the radio.
"What did it look like?" Mr. Haney asked.
"Like a big cylinder and two big silver cases…" She replied.
In about twenty minutes Mr. Ratburn found blue prints to the school showing them were everything is. Volunteers gathered around the table and looked at the map as Mr. Ratburn explained a few things.
"Okay by the looks of it we're going to have to take two routes with one going through the garage and the other going through the ventilation shafts if anyone reaches the roof." Ratburn pointed out on the blue print.
"That sounds good; it just might work if we split into two teams and take the different paths just in case." Bo replied, "I'll lead the second team through the vents."
"Then I'll lead the first team by going through the garage area and apparently according to this it should lead to some stairs into a long narrow hallway just below the school." Ratburn finished folding up the blueprint then choosing teams, "As far as I think the best choices are the pale kid (Wingz), the kid who gets kicked in the crotch a hundred times (Louis), Darien, Buster, Carlos, Mora, the two army guys (let's call them Dan and Steve) and uh… Richard Simons." Just then the camera slides over to a bunny faced version of Richard Simons the guy who helps fat people feel good about themselves wearing his usual tight red and white striped short shorts and blue tank top.
"OKAY EVERYONE LET'S FIRE UP THOSE BUNS!" Richard chirped.
"Fine, I'll take Francine, Arthur, Katharine, that blueberry pie, David Read, Mr. Crosswire I suppose, another army guy (call him Ralph), Bailey, Alan, Sue Ellen and… What was your name again?" Bo asked the very dark looking dog man with a slick looking goatee and very nice look with white shirts along with gold chains and light brown pants.
"My fans call me Snoop Dog but you can just call me Snoop. Shizzle my dizzle…" Snoop greeted.
"All right we got our teams together now let's head out." Ratburn commanded, along with giving Bo an extra radio so they can keep in touch.
The two teams set out to their first destination as Ratburn lead his team to the bus garage where the school kept a few spare buses just in case, Wingz noticed that one of the three still worked while the other two were sitting there with all the parts scattered around. Ratburn was sure there was a path to the stairway leading to a long hallway below somewhere but some reason there wasn't one in sight. Wingz was still fooling around with the only working bus looking around to find anything useful, all he found to give his custom knife a rest was a fully loaded silver 9mm berretta sitting in the glove compartment box. About thirty seconds later he was joined by Louis; Sue Ellen's cousin he remembered mostly about the person as he was just watching Wingz searching through the driver's things.
"So uh… Find anything useful?" Louis asked nervously.
"Just a gun, a spare key to this bus…" Wingz replied, "And a piece of paper with a random number written on it."
"Can I see?" Louis asked.
"Suit yourself doesn't seem important to me." Wingz admitted as he was looking in the mirror hanging above the driver seat. Louis looked at the number further then stepped off the bus to figure it out seeing that it said locker number 14 and a combination reading 6-2-9-5. Looking to his left he saw a row of about twenty small green lockers, with one locker door above the other and so on.
"Where the hell is that damn staircase?" Ratburn fumbled around losing his temper while carrying his shotgun around.
"By any chance how old is this school anyway?" Carlos asked.
"Probably older than me but we just rebuilt after that fire we had… Oh great, we must have probably paved over it and somehow I was looking at the blueprints of the original elementary school… God I'm an idiot." Ratburn nearly wanted to hit himself for being so stupid suddenly he heard those creatures banging on the outside of the garage doors.
Meanwhile Louis was messing around with the combination lock on locker 14 seeing if there was anything important inside. He held the combination lock as it had a number keypad instead of a rotating function; inserting the numbers carefully he heard a ding sound and tore off the lock letting the locker door swing open. Nothing he quite expected only to see an old jacket, a couple of books, an ID card with the Gene Tech logo on it, and then finally a handheld taser with plenty of juice left in it. Clearing out the stuff he found a big red button that could be pushed way in the back of the locker, he thought to himself if he should press it. Then he did, but then heard a clicking sound near a wall where Ratburn was pacing back and forth talking into the radio with Bo. The floor where Ratburn was looking at earlier started to move and open up to reveal a staircase descending into the dark abyss below.
"This must be it." Ratburn said through his radio then putting it back into his pocket then looking down. Everyone gathered up along with Richard Simons being chirpy as he usually is and started to descend the stairs. "What the hell made the floor do that?" Louis kept it to himself and put the taser in his pocket along with the ID card, then shoved the journal he found into his backpack.
"You know we could use that bus to escape." Wingz added as he walked next to Ratburn who had his shotgun ready.
"Good, maybe the only chance we'll have to get of this place. I know I really wouldn't be saying this about school since I'm a teacher but… this place sucks…" Ratburn admitted. Just then the entrance to the staircase closed on them sealing them in with no way back out. Carlos, Darien, and Steve (the one army guy) tried to get the door back open but couldn't since it was shut so tightly that no one could even grab onto anything to open it.
"Great… We're stuck down here." Wingz grumbled.
"And dark." Buster added.
"Oh honey come stand next to me and I'll keep you warm." Richard offered.
"Uh no thanks." Buster passed on the offer.
"What are we going to do now?" Mora asked while flipping on her mini flashlight, pretty soon everyone followed putting on theirs if they had them.
"Guess the only way is to go wherever this hallway takes us." Darien replied as he started to walk down the dark hallway with his flashlight and a magnum pistol drawn out. Pretty soon everyone started to walk down the damp and dark hallway getting a weird feeling something might jump out at them.
Meanwhile with Buster's father leading the other team, they finally reached the rooftop and still saw Mrs. McGrady picking off random zombies with her scoped fitting-hunting rifle, as she had nothing better to do. Bo found boxes and boxes of hunting rifle bullets scattered around the cafeteria worker, stacked in a neat pile and already opened for quick access.
"Uh Mrs. McGrady aren't you getting a little cold up here?" Sue Ellen asked as she walked up behind the cafeteria lady.
"Nope, just fine up here sweaty." The cafeteria worker replied as she loaded in another ten pointy bullets into the heavy magazine and slid in the cartridge in front of the trigger ready for another round.
"Where'd you get all these bullets?" Katharine walked up next to Sue Ellen and asked looking at the many boxes of bullets.
"Husband was a gun nut… He liked shooting off this gun in the house if he can't find the remote control…
(Flashback)
Mr. McGrady (let's say was the same species as his wife and as old as she is) was sitting on the ugly green colored couch with his hunting rifle in one hand and a can of beer in the other. Sitting in front of the televisions set, it suddenly had another commercial coming on and he wanted to find the remote badly but couldn't see that it was stuck in between the cushions. He grunted and took aim with his rifle and started shooting at the number pad located on the side of the screen. He fired a barrage of bullets to only shoot the screen and totally destroying the set making it smoke. He panicked and left his can of beer and gun next to the family cat. Just then Mrs. McGrady comes in to see what the racket was and was surprised to see the cat with her paw on the trigger.
"BAD KITTY!" Mrs. McGrady yelled, "You don't ever shoot the TV! Now where is Earl? Wait a second… cats can't use guns…"
"Earl!" Mrs. McGrady yelled in the house to find her husband.
"WHAT?" He answered back.
"Did you shoot the TV"? She asked.
"YOU CAN'T PROVE I DID IT!" He replied, "AH DAMN IT! The remote to the upstairs TV is missing too!" He yelled, suddenly there was a loud explosion that came from the upstairs.
"Earl must of used his rocket launcher…" She sighed.
(End of flashback)
"And yet you couldn't bring the rocket launcher?" Katharine asked.
"Earl must of used the last rocket…" Mrs. McGrady replied, "Too bad he died earlier this year… Died of the big C…"
"Cancer?" Bo asked.
"No the big C on the Coca-Cola sign fell right on top of him." The cafeteria woman explained.
"Yo what the hell is that thing in the distance?" Snoop pointed.
With that the tall silver cylinder started to steam like a steaming pot of tea, instantly the front opens quickly to reveal a tall male figure with a bald alligator-head and no facial expression on its cold face. Wearing a black trench coat covering all of its torso and heavy looking boots as it steps out with a thunderous stomp without raising its guard. Standing there for a second he looked to his left then to his right to notice the big silver cases, the giant bent over and opened them to reveal a huge artillery of weapons such as a futuristic looking quad-rocket launcher and then a huge circular machine-gun, he picks them up with ease and looked around again to see the crowd of zombies surrounding the elementary school.
"Mission: Kill all zombies… Protect the humans…" The cold-faced lizard man said to itself in a robotic kind of voice. Walking towards the crowd of undead creatures he opened fired with its machine gun to mow down the zombies easily with high caliber bullets to clear a path so it can get into the school.
"Wow that is so cool!" Arthur leaned over the edge to take a better look at the terminator looking guy killing all the zombies with its high-powered weapons. Unfortunately Arthur accidentally pulled the trigger to Mrs. McGrady's gun which was sitting on the ledge, the bullet ricocheted off of a tree then to a cable on the back of the terminator creature's head totally messing up it's program…
"New mission… Kill all zombies… Kill all humans…" The alligator-man said to himself as he starts firing wildly into the crowd of zombies and shooting rockets at the school totally blowing chunks off the building.
"Way to go Arthur!" Francine yelled at the aardvark and slapped him in the side of the head.
"OW! What did I do?" Arthur asked rubbing his face.
"You were born you stupid idiot! God something always happens when you're around!" Francine argued.
"Take that back you mean cootie filled witch…" Arthur argued back.
"MAKE ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Francine yelled.
"(BLEEP) YOU!" Arthur shouted back.
"At least my mom is not on the cover of CRACKWHORE MAGAZINE!" Francine yelled back.
"WHAT? SHE IS NOT ON THE COVER OF CRACKWHORE MAGAZINE!" Arthur yelled.
Meanwhile back to Mr. Ratburn and his team going through the dark damp hallway. Buster manages to get ahead of the team but not too far as he finds an old magazine on the floor with a familiar woman on the cover and ran back to the group.
"Hey you guys! Arthur's mom is on the cover of CRACKWHORE MAGAZINE!" Buster showed off the magazine.
"Uh you better let me take that just incase Buster." Mr. Ratburn took the magazine from Buster and tucked it into the back of his pants and was smiling a little.
To be continued…
What did Arthur do? Will Ratburn and his team find the backup generator in time? Will Buster's father lead the team to their destination? Will the magazine distract Mr. Ratburn with Arthur's mom on the cover? Will the terminator thing kill everything in sight?
"Where's that voice coming from?" Buster asked while still walking down the dark hallway with the rest of the team.
FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
Note: Anyway, I wanted to end this story a little early so I put the terminator thing in the story to solve a few things but really who didn't see something going on? Anyway, only two or more chapters left… Also if anyone ever saw Resident Evil: Apocalypse you now where I got the big guy from carrying around the weapons. Hope it didn't destroy your wish to read more of this story, as it is almost closing up and moving onto the next story with the theme of either Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater or Dragon Ball Z: Budakai 3.