All in the Family
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz I do however own the character Kathryn Niccals. She's welcome to be used in other stories if you ask for permission.
Her hair was a wild tangle of obsidian as the wind blew around her. The trees were whipped in a wild frenzy as the gale buffeted the entire landscape. She desperately wanted to light up a cigarette but Kathryn was well aware that if she tried to the lighter's flame wouldn't stay for more than a millisecond in these conditions. She sighed and brushed her long bangs away from her eyes. She pushed up the sleeve of her red jacket and consulted the directions she had written on arm. "A mansion in the middle of a freakin' cemetery/landfill…you'd think that something like that would be easy to find!" Kathryn sighed again and kicked her bike into gear tearing off down the Essex rode. 'Leave it to my brother to give the worst possible directions humanly possible to give.'
It was last night around 3 in the morning when she got the call. "My guitarist just died Kat I need a replacement. Be at Kong tomorrow." That was it, no tears for the lost, no explanation, just the brief message and directions to Kong Studios.
Her bike skidded to the stop outside the tall black gates. "Well that only took three more hours than he said it would." She grumbled looking up at the building. Kat tugged at the gate realizing…"A padlock…you idiot how am I suppose to get in?" She jumped off her pick and pulled a lock pick from behind her ear. A few seconds of concentration and the lock clicked open. She ambled in casually, glancing around at the various tombstones. A low groaning growl caught her attention and she turned to find a mob of rotting corpses dragging her way. "What the……well…he failed to mention this…" Kat pulled the strap keeping her guitar case strapped to her back tighter and began backing up cautiously. "Ok there are about…50 of them and 1 of me…I'm opting for the flight rather than fight." And with that she turned tail and ran, her thin legs pumping as hard as she could. Her mind seemed to just supply directions: left, duck, sidestep the hand bursting through the ground, jump the tombstone, almost there keep running then…….BAM! She hit the door in a full out sprint. Kat stumbled back her head reeling from the impact. She fell to sit next to the door, looking down the hill looking at the writhing mass of rotted flesh bellow. "Damn if that wasn't close…" "I thought I told you to go around the back, but then you never were one to listen to what I told you." Kathryn looked up at the figure in the doorway. "After 6 years that's all you have to say to your little sister Murdoc…"
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Alright so this chapter was really short but I wanted to get the opinions of the readers before I went to far. Please oh Please Review people my fragile self esteem is in your hands. Till next chapter…