It's time for a shiny new chapter. I think I promised it a few days ago but better late than never ay? I'm afraid to say that the next chapter is the conclusion, where loads of interesting stuff happens.

Enjoy!

Zombie Blues Chapter 7

The last Day, the Dark

2D had spent most of the night watching the surveillance cameras of Kong Studios. He watched Russell and Noodle go about their business playing with instruments, talking, and generally scratching their heads as they looked for 2D and Murdoc. He watched the hoards of zombies linger outside pawing at the walls as they searched for ways into the building to terrorize the living inhabitants, but most of all he watched Vivian and Poly. He made mental notes of their patterns and habits. The way they hid in the shadows and always seemed to be lurking around the corner, the way they were forever looking for something… or someone. Strangely, as often as they moved around the building they never seemed to bump into Noodle, Russel or each other. 2D could swear that it was all a secret plot against him. When he looked towards the steel door with the blinking red numbers that were counting down, he was reminded that eventually he'd have to go out there again, and he'd have to face his problems once and for all.

So naturally at about four in the morning the singer was completely and utterly exhausted. He had thrown himself into the blankets without realizing how close he had positioned himself next to the disagreeable bassist. He was the first the wake, feeling a hot breath on the back of his neck and an arm wrapped tightly around his waist. The subdued singer instinctively moved closer to the warm body, his mind trapped in a half conscious haze. It wasn't until the arm started moving south that his brain snapped to attention.

"Err..Muds, you awake?"

There was no answer, but there certainly was movement. A hand began to caress his thigh and move upwards to play with the buttons of his jeans. The vocalist's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he felt a hand cup his backside.

"Okay, um, I fink I'll just be gettin' up now," said 2D. He squirmed and tried to draw himself out of Murdoc's embrace, but as soon as he pulled away he was tugged back into an even tighter hold. The bassist's arms held him in place with a steel grip.

The breathing on his neck was becoming harsher and the hands were becoming bolder in their explorations. 2D couldn't help but sigh a little as a rough hand traced its way up his bare chest. He tried to turn his head to look at Murdoc's face to see if he was awake, but it was impossible to get a good look in this spooning position. He froze when the Satanist began to talk.

"Urrrg, Vivian, y'smell great…"

"Vivian?" 2D murmured frowning. He lifted his arm and sniffed himself self-consciously " I dun smell like a zombie do I?".

There was still no response from the Satanist; he was well and truly out of it. The vocalist was weighing up his options; maybe he should just wait until the man behind him had stopped groping him and carefully slip away. But at the back of his mind he worried what would happen if Murdoc woke up only to discover he had a hand down 2D's pants. The vocalist guaranteed himself that his face would be black and blue for weeks.

It wasn't until the older man had agonizingly bit him on the back of his neck and slid his fingers below the elastic of his underwear that 2D made up his mind. He counted to three and then with mighty heave he made a break for escape. It was as though he was pulling himself out of quicksand, Murdoc just did not want to let go! He scrambled to untangle himself from the smothering arms and used his fingernails to claw at the floor as he dragged his torso out from the constricting limbs.

With an almighty yank 2D finally pulled himself free, although not without damage. He noticed that his pants were torn slightly down the side, which the vocalist considered an incredible feat bearing in mind how thick the denim was. As he moved his arms he felt a jolt of pain run through his nerves. 2D looked over his shoulder and slacked his jaw in shock; there a few inches from his shoulder blade were five angry red scratches at least ten centimeters long each.

"Holy cow Muds!" He said to himself more than to the slumbering man on the floor as he tenderly ran a finger across a particularly deep scratch.

2D created some distance between himself and Murdoc lest he was unwittingly ensnared back into the clutches of the bass player. The pain on his back was bad he thought as he panted softly, but it was nothing compared with the unexpected arousal that had invited itself into his pants.

The singer shifted uncomfortably in the corner as he kept an eye on Murdoc. He was using all his energy to will away the problem that had arisen. It was at this point that Murdoc began to mumble and roll over reaching out an arm to find the body that was once beside him. His brow was furrowed in confusion.

"Vivian…where're ya love?"

2D watched the Satanist fumble aimlessly and couldn't help by reply, "I fink she left ya for Russ. She must've wanted a real man."

"That fat poof?" Responded Murdoc, still in a hazy sleep. He rolled over on his side and nothing else was said.

The singer watched him for a few minutes before he was assured that the bassist wouldn't make anymore unexpected moves. He adjusted his pants and stepped over the rubbish to sit in one of the swivel chairs. He couldn't help but be amazed at how much garbage had accumulated over such a small amount of time. His eyes followed the trail of bottles and litter until it reached the red numbers on the steel door. They had twelve hours remaining. Twelve more hours with Murdoc and twelve more hours until he was out in Kong again. He knew what he needed to do; he had spent most of the night planning it. 2D spun round on his chair and looked up at the screens, particularly at the monitor of Murdoc's Winnebago. There weren't any cameras that showed the inside of the dilapidated machine, but 2D had a fair enough idea of what went on inside anyway. It was probably for the good of the world that there wasn't any footage of the horrors that took place inside that vehicle.

Thankfully the excitement in his body was beginning to wear away. 2D let his eyes close and tilted his head up. He'd do anything for some fresh air right now.

He opened his eyes again when he heard rustling behind him. Murdoc was beginning to stir, running his fingers through his greasy locks. 2D turned his head away not wanting to look at the bassist directly.

"Where am I?" Murdoc said with a raspy voice, his eyes began to focus "Oh right, I'm still in this shit hole with you. Fuck"

"Not f'much longer Muds," said 2D quietly. "It's our last day in here."

"Well thank Satan for that!" Murdoc rubbed his eyes groggily and stretched his legs out in from of him pushing rubbish aside in the process. When he looked at 2D he had to do a double take. He pointed a finger at the singers back and asked "Wot happened to you?"

"Oh, er…" 2D turned his back so that it was no longer in Murdoc's line of vision. "I jus' got a bittova itch."

Murdoc narrowed his eyes. "Nothin's that itchy."

"It was pretty itchy" countered 2D not looking the bassist in the eye.

"It looks like you were havin' sex all night." He paused and slowly looked up at the singer with a raised eyebrow "we didn't have sex… did we?"

2D fell off his chair since he hadn't been prepared for this question. As he shakily climbed back up he replied "N-no! M'pretty sure we didn't."

"Hmm, I think you're right" Murdoc looked down at himself , "I still have my clothes on."

He got to his feet and brushed himself off as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. 2D watched him in absolute astonishment; it was as though this was a regular occurrence for the bassist. The singer was willing to bet that it probably was.

"Er, has that ever happened to you b'fore?" 2D asked as curiosity got the better of him.

"Has wot ever happened" Replied Murdoc with a grouchy tone.

"Y'know…not bein' sure if y'shagged someone or not?"

When the bassist looked at 2D the singer averted his eyes quickly. He was reconsidering asking that question so early in the morning when the Satanist was not in the most hospitable of moods. But to his surprised Murdoc merely grinned and chuckled.

"Once or twice… a week."

2D decided not to ask anymore questions.

"How much longer Muds?"

"6 hours. If that door doesn't open I will kill you. M'not kiddin' either."

Both men were at the end of their tether. The boredom was consuming them like a flesh eating parasite. The screens of Kong studios provided little in the way of entertainment as most of them only showed empty halls with flickering shadows. 2D was dying for a cigarette but was still reluctant to relinquish his jeans. He sat slumped in a chair wringing his hands together as a nervous reflex.

"I'm bored Murdoc."

"Try licking your elbow."

"Wot? Why?"

"It's amaaaazing, trust me." Murdoc said with a coy smile.

2D bent his arm and attempted to give it a quick lick. He stretched his tongue out as far as it would go but couldn't quite manage to touch. This being no deterrent he tried again straining with all his might until he thought he pulled a tongue muscle.

"Er, I dun think it's possible." He mumbled rubbing his jaw.

"Of course it is brain-ache, look." And just to prove the singer wrong Murdoc opened his mouth and let his exceptionally long tongue slither out and touch his elbow with ease. He didn't even need to bend his arm.

Inspired, 2D attempted it once more. It wouldn't be until an hour later that he would decide that it was in fact an impossible task.

"You're a cruel, cruel man Murdoc" The singer said as he leaned against the cement wall. He found that it was cool enough to sooth the scratches on his back.

"Naw, I'm jus' misunderstood." The bassist replied puffing thoughtfully on a cigarette. "Actually no," he said changing his mind. "I am cruel." He gave a throaty laugh and sent a cloud of smoke billowing over to where 2D was sitting.

The scent of the smoke was driving the vocalist to the brink of insanity. He had bitten his nails down to the quick and fidgeted like he was covered in fire ants but nothing could quash the overpowering cravings that were rising up from the very depths of his soul. So finally he broke, a piece of dignity inside him shattered as he began to remove his pants.

Murdoc observed wordlessly but 2D could tell he was inwardly celebrating his victory over the singer. He hung his head in shame as he revealed his kitten printed underwear and folded his jeans in half. Neither man spoke as the pants were exchanged for the cigarette. However the grin plastered on the Satanists face told the entire story.

2D returned to his corner with a cigarette in hand. "This better be th'best cig I've ever had." He said with a pout.

He tried to ignore the demeaning laughter as he pulled his knees to his chest and smoked.

"I'm gonna get a good price for these on eBay." Chuckled Murdoc. "Y'wouldn't believe the amount that people will shell out for your crap."

Laugh all you want Muds, 2D thought inwardly, but I'll have the last laugh in the end. You'll see. These thoughts gave 2D some slight comfort and he smiled as he took a final drag before discarding the cigarette butt on the already grimy floor.

Half an hour later the lights in the room began to flicker. Murdoc, who had been resting his head on the table turned to scrutinize them. He and 2D had enough time to look at each other in alarm before everything went pitch black.

"Why do I get the feeling that this is your fault?" Murdoc growled.

"I didn't do anyfin' I swear!" 2D stammered

He heard some rustling and clicking before Murdoc's face appeared before him, illuminated by the flickering flame of a cigarette lighter. It gave him an unholy appearance that genuinely sent chills down the singer's spine.

"D'you know what's worse than being stuck in a room with you for three days?"

2D shook his head

"Being stuck in a room with you for three days in total fucking darkness!"

The singer shrunk away, not knowing what to do to resolve the situation. He tried his best to reason with the enraged man before him. "The screens're out too, so I guess the power in the building went out. Me reckons it'll come back in a few minutes."

By the looks of his furious expression 2D didn't think Murdoc was convinced.

"Ow, fuck!"

2D saw Murdoc burn his thumb with the lighter before the room was engulfed in darkness again. It was a strange sensation, knowing that the other man was so close to him but not being able to see him. The singer reached out a hand, groping in the blackness before his hand hit an unshaven cheek.

"Dullard, now isn't the time to try and cop a feel."

He pulled his hand back immediately feeling abashed. They waited several more silent minutes before 2D began to feel uncomfortable. He wasn't normally one to suffer from claustrophobia, but the pitch black atmosphere was messing with his senses. He began to feel disoriented, unsure of where up and down was. He hadn't been aware until now how stifling the room actually was.

"Hey, um, Muds. Could ya flick y'lighter on again?"

The bassist grunted in response and some clicking could be heard. It increased in pace before he heard a skittering across the floor, he understood this to be Murdoc's frustration as he threw the lighter across the room.

"Piece of shit's broken."

Panic was beginning to rise in 2D's throat, swallowing hard he tried to get up, but immediately fell flat on his backside as he slipped on a stray bottle.

"Are y'sure?" He asked trembling.

"No, I actually like suffocating darkness. You blithering idiot."

"Oh god Murdoc! Wot if the power never comes back on! We need power f'that door t'open dun we?" He began to breathe faster, it felt like the walls were closing in on him, crushing the vocalist and stealing the air that he breathed.

He was drowning, falling into an inescapable abyss. He waved his arms out, reaching for something to hold onto, his head was swimming from hyperventilation. It wasn't until strong hands grabbed his shoulders and gave the singer a shake and a stinging slap across the face that 2D came back to his senses.

"Calm down face ache! Look, the numbers are still showing on the door. We aren't goin' t'be in here forever."

2D buried his face in Murdoc's chest as he let out an audible sigh of relief. The solid presence of the older man kept him anchored to reality.

"Can I stay like this? I mean, jus' til the lights come back on."

"I s'ppose.." murmured the Satanist reluctantly. "But only cause I don't want you freaking out and smashing bottles or anythin'."

"Fanks Muds." As he rested his head against Murdoc's torso he listened to the comforting rhythm oh his heart beat and the rise and fall of his breath. He closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles. Even though he'd never admit it, 2D knew that Murdoc was just as frightened by the enveloping blackness. They remained in this position for a while before Murdoc shifted his weight and wrapped his arms around the singer drawing him closer.

"M'jus uncomfortable…needed to move a bit."

"Sure, ya were Muds…"

There was no reply but 2D felt the bassist's heart beat a little faster. It was lulling him into a peaceful doze. They only had a few hours left, he reasoned with himself, but in the back of his mind he felt that it would come only too soon.

"Wake up, it's time!"

"Time f'wot?" 2D asked groggily. It shook his head and opened his eyes but still couldn't see a thing.

"Ahh! I'm blind! Murdoc, wot am I gonna do? Never again shall I see th'beauty of a rainbow, the majesty of a waterfall, the… ouch! " he felt a hand whack him on the back of the head.

"Shuttup, you're not blind y'moron. The lights still haven't come on. But that doesn't matter now since the door is abou' t'open. C'mon."

The promise of escape from this prison woke 2D up immediately. He stretched his arms out feeling around him to steady himself. A few bottles and opened packets brushed his hand as he pushed himself to his feet. The only light in the room were the tiny red numbers on the door in the far corner, though they did nothing to illuminate the room.

The singer used one hand to lean on the wall and the other waved out into the unknown.

"Hey Muds, Where're ya?"

"I'm here," came a voice from the centre of the room, as though it was completely obvious.

"Right." Sighed 2D. He began to make his way to the door cautiously, making sure to push any debris aside with his feet before he made a step forward. Being as careful as he was, 2D was taking his time. He heard an impatient grunt and out of the darkness a calloused hand grabbed his and yanked him forward.

"Christ dullard, I'd like to leave today if possible!"

He was dragged by the arm as Murdoc plowed forward towards the door as random items crunched beneath his feet. 2D, who wasn't as lucky to have shoes, was finding the experience somewhat painful.

And then they were there, standing at the accursed door that had locked them together in this room for so long, the barrier that would soon open and give them glorious freedom. 2D watched the numbers roll away until there were only ten more seconds to go.

"S'kind of like new years isn't it? Maybe we should count down or sumfin?" 2D mused.

"Oh exactly like new years." Responded Murdoc sarcastically. "Why don't we count down the seconds that you have left to live?"

2D closed his mouth and decided not to say anything else. His heart was in his throat when the timer reached zero and a muffled 'click' could be heard from within the steel door.

He placed both hands on the door handle and with high hopes he gave it a swift tug. Nothing happened.

"Er, Murdoc…"

"What're you waitin' for? Open the door!"

"It's… It's not openin'"

"What!"

2D was pushed out of the way as the agitated man began to hysterically jiggle the handle and slam his body against the door.

"No no no no no nooooo! Fuck shit on a stick!" Murdoc almost sobbed as he pounded his fists on the door."

Then finally the door budged, albeit only an inch. A tantalizing crack of light was revealed to the men, and a wash of fresh air floated up to greet them.

"Some fucker moved the bookshelf back!" Murdoc cried in dismay.

"Well I reckon if we pushed hard'nuff we could prolly get it out of th'way."

There was enough light now to highlight the insane glint in Murdoc's eyes. 2D was in awe.

"Let's blow this joint."

Russel was sitting on the couch with a book in hand. His white eyes gazed out the window as he watched the billowing clouds rolling in the twilight. He huffed looking at the light bulb on the roof. The power was out again. It happened occasionally when there was a large storm. A bolt of lighting broke across the sky and a few seconds later a deep rumbling was heard. It rattled the pane of the window.

He placed his book on the side table beside the lounge. The studio had certainly been a lot quieter since Murdoc and 2D had disappeared without explanation. He frowned when he remembered their voices coming mysteriously from the ceiling of his room. So he wasn't too worried about their absence. He stretched his arms out and appreciated the silence granted when there weren't two idiots there to annoy him.

That was until he heard a strange thumping echoing in the room. He paused and turned his head looking for the source.

He strained his ear, but there were no other sounds so he turned back around shrugging it off as another rumble of thunder.

Then the thumping started again, louder than before. He raised an eyebrow looking around the room once more. He scratched his bald head, truly perplexed by this odd pounding. It sounded like someone was stuck in the wall trying to punch their way out.

He hoisted himself to his feet and ambled over to where he decided the sound was coming from.

"Bang bang bang"

He looked at the bookshelf; several hardbacks had dislodged themselves due to the vibrations. The drummer was debating with himself whether or not to move the large piece of furniture. He didn't know if he wanted to find out what exactly was lurking behind it. The thumping was now thunderous.

"BANG BANG BANG"

He had just enough time to step out of the way before the bookshelf toppled over with a loud crash, scattering books and magazines across the room in the process. Like Pandora's Box, a door that had been hiding behind the shelves now swung open. Releasing it's evils upon the unsuspecting.

Russel's jaw dropped as he saw two familiar men roll out. 2D laid spread eagled on the floor in nothing but his underwear while Murdoc crouched over him blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the light.

The bassist readjusted his clothes while still sitting on top of the vocalist. He turned his head when he finally noticed Russel staring at him in shell shock.

"What're you lookin' at you fat fag?"

He then clumsily got to his feet as he pushed 2D away with the heel of his boot. The bassist squinted at the room around him before picking up a bottle of alcohol that had skittered out of the room with them and made a graceless exit out the doorway.

2D had recovered from his spill and was now also getting to his feet. He gave the drummer a shrug.

"Sorry bou' the mess Russ, but I fink I need t'have a shower now."

He patted Russel on the shoulder as he passed him by and made his way out the opposite doorway. The large man noticed the large scratches down the singers back.

The drummer pinched the bridge of his nose.

"And people wonder why I have issues."

Okay, how many of you tried to lick your elbow? C'mon, show of hands people! I know I did, even while I was writing it. XD