Hello again! It's time for a magical update! I know I have more important things to do, but I think the best things are produced when you're not supposed to be doing them. Hooray! Anyway, this chapter is inspired by an episode of Absolutely fabulous that I saw. I was thinking about how to give the story a bit more of a twist and I thought this would do quite nicely.

Zombie Blues: Chapter 4

Panic Room

2D's plan had backfired more than a potato in an exhaust pipe. Not only did he have a frightening stalker zombie on his tail but now he also had to continually avoid an amorous polar bear who just wouldn't take no for an answer.

He found the best way to do this was to not stay in the same place for too long. He kept moving from room to room in the studio trying to disguise any evidence of him being there. He knew that polar bears were natural hunters with a heightened sense of smell so he tried to bathe as often as possible. This was becoming increasingly hard to do as poly was cottoning on. Sometimes surprising 2D in the bathroom before the singer was sent shrieking naked down the hall.

The blue haired man hadn't slept in days. He tried changing the locks to his room but Poly and Vivian still managed to find a way in. The bags around his eyes were darker than the depths of night. And he had now developed a nervous twitch, flinching at the slightest noise or movement. Russel and Noodle were concerned but could do little for 2D's plight. Despite 2D's begging Russel brazenly refused his pleas to let him share his bed.

He was now slumped on the couch in the television room. His eyes transfixed on the television that was playing nothing but static. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He needed a refuge. Perhaps he should get away from Kong for a while. But he still has responsibilities as the lead singer of the band that kept him anchored to building. His thoughts wandered to Murdoc once again and he wearily wished that the days were what they used to before any zombie girlfriends came into the picture. Normal. Well… a little more normal at least.

His thoughts were cut short when he heard footsteps approaching. He leapt from the couch and ran to the opposite doorway before he was stopped dead in his tracks. He heard someone coming along the corridor this way as well. He was trapped! His imagination was set loose with horrible scenarios of him being molested by the Poly as the Vivian looked on with an infested smirk of triumph. He needed to find a place to hide and quickly!

His eyes darted around the room in desperation. Under the couch? No, too small. In the mini fridge? Perhaps not.

He even looked at the window for a few seconds before deciding that throwing himself out the window of a five story building probably wasn't the best solution.

As time was running out he went for his best option. He looked at the bookshelf and decided that if he moved it just enough he could probably squeeze behind it without too much notice. He gripped the sides of it and tugged it as hard as he could.

Damn! He thought. This is heavier than it looks.

The footsteps were becoming louder and 2D knew he only had a few seconds left. Sweat was dripping down his brow and with a superhuman tug he managed to make a slight gap between the wall and the bookshelf. A few books and videos tumbled to the floor in the process but the singer didn't have time replace them. He only hoped they wouldn't be noticed when the intruders entered the room.

Sucking in his gut he squeezed behind the bookshelf. He was thankful for his slender frame and wondered how a guy the size of Russel would have managed in a situation like this. He knew that he had finished in the nick of time because he distinctly heard the door open and someone walking around the couch.

He didn't dare to breath. And there was something poking uncomfortably into his back. But because of his cramped position he couldn't even turn his head to see what it was. His heart was beating so loudly that he worried the intruders would hear it.

There were voices but they were muffled from behind the bookshelf. He leaned forward slightly to see if he could hear any better. There was defiantly some movement going on out there because he could see the flickering shadows of figures against the part of wall that was opposite from where he was hiding.

The voices had stopped now. It was now so silent that 2D wondered if they had left. He didn't dare move from his position though. He crossed his fingers and hoped they hadn't noticed that the bookshelf was disturbed.

He nearly died from a heart attack when a face appeared before him. He screamed louder than he'd ever screamed in his life and tried to scramble away.

"No! Please don't eat me! Arrrgh!"

"What the hell are you on about dullard?" Came an irritated reply

2D who had fallen flat on his backside and had his face covered by his arms stopped momentarily and peeked between them.

"Mu… Muds? Issat you?"

"No." Murdoc said with a caustic tone. "It's the bluddy queen of England. Of course it's me!"

The singer was immensely relieved and tried to calm his beating heart down.

"What in Satan's name are you doing behind here?"

"I wos jus'… y'see I...I..." 2D stuttered. The bassist rolled his eyes and offered the vocalist an outstretched hand.

2D graciously accepted and was pulled to his feet, the offending object that was once pressing into his back now brushed his side.

"Wot the hell issat?" The singer said out loud to himself.

Murdoc raised an eyebrow as 2D used his hand to feel around behind the bookshelf. The shadow it cast made it difficult to see anything behind it. The singers' eyes widened when he realized what it was.

"Hey Muds! It's a handle! There's a door behind here!"

"Outta the way brainache" The basissist muttered pushing 2D aside. He then reached his arm out as 2D had done and felt around.

"Son of a bitch! There is a door behind here! Help me move this thing will ya?"

2D found it considerably easier to move the shelf with another person. The men used their strength to heave it aside and have a closer inspection of the mystery door.

What they found was a large steel door that seemed to be reinforced to the wall. The large steel bolts and the shiny metallic surface gave it an ominous appearance.

"Oooh!" 2D said in awe. "What do ya think is behind it Muds?"

"Money and lot's of it if I'm lucky."

"But eh" 2D said scratching his head. "You've already got lot'sa money. Why d'you need anymore?"

Murdoc turned to 2D and spoke him as a parent would to their child. "The thing you need to understand, space face, is that money is like sex. You can never have enough."

Satisfied that he had made his point clear the bassist turned to the door and gave the handle a jiggle. 2D craned his neck to see if Murdoc was making any progress. But by the frown on the musicians face he could tell he wasn't having any success.

"Fuckers jammed." He grunted and then attempted to budge the door by throwing his shoulder against it.

"Oof!" As he threw his weight against the door he let out a string of profanities. But the door didn't even buckle.

"Hey Muds. Could I have go?" Asked 2D hopefully.

"Shaddup."

"I fink maybe if we took turns or sumfin..."

Murdoc was becoming more irate and heaving against the door with all his might.

"Get lost, I can do this."

"Pleeease?"

With a final kick to the door he bassist threw up his hands in exasperation.

"Fine! Here you go Hercules. I'm sure you're little chicken arms will do a much better job!"

Murdoc stepped back and crossed his arms. His mismatched eyes watched the singer with contempt. 2D stepped up to the door and cracked his knuckles. He let his eyes wander over the steel barrier like a chess master contemplating his next move. His hand gripped the door handle and with a swift the pull the door opened as easily as though it was greased with butter.

"Hey Muds! Look! You were s'pposed t'pull it, not push! Um Muds… you awright?"

He didn't think he had ever seen the bassist so livid. His face was red with rage and he had balled his hands into fists.

"Just get in!" He spat out and gave the singer a shove into the blackened room.

"S'abit a dark. Is there a lightswitch or anyfin'?"

The two men felt their hands along the sides of the room searching for a switch. They were a cold and metallic as the door had been.

"Ah ha! I found it." Murdoc said with a note of victory to his voice and within a few seconds florescent lights flickered on above them. 2D blinked as he allowed his eyes to adjust the brightness.

It wasn't quite as exciting as they had both been expecting. The room was rectangular in appearance with a cement floor. There were no windows but one side of the room had shelves of tins and basic supplies such as bottled water. At the far end of the room were a set of television screens. They were black and unmoving. The whole place looked as though it could use a good dust.

"Well this is a bit weird" said 2D walking up to the shelves to examine the contents. "What kind've a place is this anyway?"

Murdoc walked over to the television screens and brushed some dust over the controls.

"I think," he said looking over his shoulder at 2D "That this, Dullard, is a panic room."

"Wot's that?" 2D asked rubbing his nose.

"Haven't you ever seen the film Panic Room? I think it has Jodie whatsername innit."

"Nah." Replied 2D

"Nah me either." Admitted Murdoc. "I've always been planning to though."

Before they could continue their speculation any further a familiar voice had wandered in. 2D spun around in horror. There standing in the middle of the lounge room was Poly. Dressed in nothing more than a leather g-string and cap. He had a devious grin that chilled the singer to his core.

"Oh there you are sweetie. I've been looking everywhere for you. I really think we should have a bit of a chat about where our relationship is going. I'm feeling a bit neglected in the physical department." He then stretched his arms out and walked toward the stupefied singer.

2D Shook himself out of his frozen state and leapt to make a dash for the door. The bear was closing in and fast. The creature was at the threshold when 2D slammed the large metal door shut. He heard clicking noises that indicated that the door had locked itself and pounding could be heard on the other side of the door. Breathing heavily he stepped back. He turned to face Murdoc but in a blur the bassist had him pinned against the door. 2D wondered for a moment if the Murdoc was going to finish was Poly had started. But one look at the Satanists face told 2D that he was in an uncontrollable fury.

"You absolute moron! Do you know what you just did?"

All 2D could do was shake his head.

Murdoc grabbed the singers shoulders and spun him around so that he was facing the door. With one bony green finger he pointed to what looked like a digital clock with bright red numbers at the side of the door.

"What do you think that is?"

2D peered a little closer. It looked as though the numbers were counting down. The seconds were whizzing away even as they spoke.

"Oh no! Oh no no no! We're gonna die an it'sall my fault! I'm sorry Muds! I didn't know, honest!"

Tears started welling in his eyes and Murdoc's expression quickly changed from anger to confusion.

"What are you on about?"

"Well… it's a bomb innit? We're gonna be blown t'bits."

Murdoc smacked his face and groaned. "You have got to be the stupidest person I have ever known. You know that? I've seen retarded monkeys smarter than you."

2D gave a loud sniffle not quite understanding what Murdoc was saying.

"That" Murdoc said pointing once more "is a time lock. The numbers are counting down to when we can open the door again numb nuts." He leaned in for a closer inspection. "And by the looks of it, we're going to be stuck in here together for…three days. God I hate you."

He looked up at 2D, the anger once again returning to his face. But all the singer could do was blink in shock. He hurriedly wiped his tears away with the back of his hand embarrassed by his outburst.

"Y…Y'mean there isn't anyway out?"

The bassist walked over to one of the chairs next to the television screens. He sat down in one and slouched in defeat.

"Fraid not. This place looks more secure than a Mexican prison. And I should know. I didn't escape the clinker just to be trapped in here with a dullard like you!"

2D sat on the ground and looked up at Murdoc. He tried to look unhappy about the situation but was rejoicing inwardly. Now he had three whole days of just him and Murdoc, without any interference from zombies or bears.

This should be interesting, he thought.

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