Wow, talk about sudden motivation to write! In the span of 16 hours I've already completed 2 chapters and I just started on chapter 3.

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WARNING: This story will contain scenes of violence, swearing, sexual activity and character death.


Katie shrieked at the top of her lungs as the second zombified intern started shambling towards her from outside. Sadie was still being eaten by the first one in the doorway of the cabin, meaning Katie wouldn't be able to close the door. She screamed again as the second intern stepped over its compatriot eating Sadie.

Katie stood completely petrified with fear; she could feel herself being mentally paralyzed with terror and she knew she wasn't going to be able to move.

"Hey!" Katie closed her eyes, but she heard a voice from outside her side of the cabin, "Oi intern! Pick on someone your own size, eh?"

The intern, amazingly enough, seemed distracted by Ezekiel from outside. It paused momentarily, until a rock came whizzing into its head and it growled. The intern turned back to the cool outdoors and shuffled its way past Sadie once again.

"Katie!" She heard DJ's voice from outside, "Now's your chance. Come on!"

She thanked her lucky stars that she found herself able to move her legs again. Seeming to snap out of her stupor, Katie made a running leap over the creature chewing on Sadie's legs. Katie landed well enough and was back on her feet in no time. She felt DJ helping her up and she vaguely heard Ezekiel shouting something at the other intern who had been about to attack her.

"It's okay, I've got you." DJ comforted her, though he could feel her trembling against him.

"W-what's happening?" Katie wailed, "Sadie...oh Sadie..."

Noah came running out from the guy's side of the cabin with a panicked look. He saw Katie and DJ and shouted, "We need to move, now! There's more!"

Sure enough, coming from where Noah just fled from, another four undead interns were moving towards the trio.

"What about Zeke?" DJ asked worriedly as he glanced over to the woods where Ezekiel seemed to be leading the intern.

"No time, let's go to the mess hall. I see a light on in there!" Noah used strength he didn't think he'd have under normal circumstances to get DJ and Katie moving with him towards the mess hall.


"Listen up fruit cakes," Chef Hatchet's voice came over the still-functional camp intercom, "all of y'all need to come to the mess hall right now. This is not a joke, this is literally life and death. So get your sorry butts in here if you want to survive!"

"Seriously?" Cody sat up quickly in his bed, "Alright then, gentlemen shall we?"

"Perhaps not." Alejandro said cautiously as he gazed outside and heard screams and moans of something that did not sound human, "It appears to be chaos outside."

As Alejandro spoke, Owen happened to be running by, but unfortunately the large oaf tripped and fell onto his face. It didn't take long for Alejandro to see what it was that Owen was running from as one of the infected interns fell on top of the winner of TDI and sank its teeth into his neck. Alejandro closed the door, not wishing to watch the act of cannibalism before him: this certainly was no joke.

"Oh my gosh, Omar!" Lindsay screamed as she watched Owen go down, "Tyler! We have to do something!"

"I don't think we can Linds," Tyler said sadly as he turned her away from the horrific sight of Owen's death, "this way! Geoff and Bridgette are just ahead of us and we're nearly to the mess hall!"

Only moments later, Tyler and Lindsay joined the others who had made it into the mess hall: Geoff, Bridgette, Noah, DJ, Katie, Harold, Beth, Izzy, Chris and Chef. Not even half of them.

"No one else has made it yet?" Tyler asked, surprised.

Chef shook his head, hefting his shotgun and standing next to the entrance, "No, but we'll hold here until everyone makes it. I got five other guns that Chris will pass around and we're going to defend this place or die trying. Got it?"

"Got it." Harold saluted and requested a gun from Chris, "I went to Sharpshooting Steve's Sharpshooter camp, I can totally handle one of the rifles."

Chris didn't have time or energy to question him as he handed Harold one of the rifles. He quickly gave the other one to Izzy, and then the second shotgun to DJ. He kept one of the handguns for himself and gave the last one to Geoff and the six with guns moved to man the defenses of the mess hall.


The cabin door for team drama queens finally caved in and one of the undead scampered inside. The five girls all started shouting, but they were saved when Eva hit the creature in the back of the head with what looked like one of her heavier weights from her weightlifting set.

"Are you going to sit here and whine or try and live?" Eva snarled at the five of them and beckoned for them to go outside, "Let's get going."

"Morbid." Gwen commented as she checked out the dead body.

"This is no time for that sugar." LeShawna said as she helped drag Gwen out of their cabin and into the mania that was the outside. Two of the cabins were somehow on fire, one of them appearing to be Team Heartthrob's, and inside that cabin the guys were still in there. There were also undead everywhere, attacking anyone they could find. And several of them turned towards the girls.

"The guys need our help!" Courtney shouted, still looking at the guys trapped in the burning cabin.

"I think we have more pressing matters to worry about!" Heather shouted back, pointing at the group about to encircle them.

"Run for the mess hall, I've got this." Eva snarled at them. They each hesitated for just a moment, but after a sort of barking command from the female jock, they all got moving.

Gwen, LeShawna, Heather, Courtney and Blaineley managed to make it to the mess hall. Chef let each of them pass, and he commanded Bridgette to check each of them for bite marks. Bridgette still had no idea what was happening, but she was not about to question Chef's orders. She searched Courtney first and was relieved to find no bites. Her results were the same for all five of the girls.

"Eva's still out there and so are the guys from Team Heartthrob." Courtney choked out to Bridgette and the surfer could see the pain and anguish in the CIT's eyes, "Duncan..."

"I know." Bridgette whispered back, "I'm sure he'll be fine."


"Open the damn door!" Duncan yelled at Alejandro, "The cabin is on fire!"

"Those things are standing right outside!" Alejandro yelled right back, "And as for the fire, I was not the one who decided to bring a lighter and then not watch what I did with it!"

"Guys, this isn't the time." Trent said, panicked, though he did seem angry with Duncan as the fire was his fault.

"I can't die," Justin was murmuring to himself as he sat on his bunk bed, "I'm too pretty to die. Someone do something!"

"Perhaps if you stopped crying like a little bitch, we could try!" Duncan shouted, enraged. He stormed up to Alejandro and grabbed the door, "I'm opening it!"

"Duncan wait!" Cody shouted but it was too late. Duncan grabbed the door and flung it open, tripping back and taking Alejandro down with him. The two undead interns who were trying to get in now stepped in, reaching for their next meal in the form of a delinquent and hot Spaniard.

"Get your hands away from my Cody!" They heard a familiar shriek and the two interns both collapsed, revealing Sierra to be standing there with what looked like Chef's katana.

"Cody!" Sierra looked relieved as she tackled him in a bear hug, making it very difficult to breathe.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Trent asked Sierra while Alejandro and Duncan got to their feet.

"Something tells me the answer will only frighten us more." Cody choked out and Sierra hoisted him onto her shoulders.

"To the mess hall!" Sierra exclaimed and she charged out into the night with Cody.

"You heard the nut case." Duncan shrugged and ran out after Sierra, with Trent right behind him.

"Amigo, it is time to go." Alejandro said to Justin, the only other person still in the cabin, "Allow me to be of assistance."

Justin simply glared at Alejandro, his own sworn enemy, but reluctantly took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. The two models rushed outside and barely had time to take in the dreadful sight of undead monsters, before a few of them turned towards them.

It was then that Justin panicked. He was still holding onto Alejandro when he started backing up until he tripped over himself. Alejandro fell with him, but the Spaniard was desperately trying to pick himself up.

"Justin!" Alejandro was shouting at him, but the male model was petrified and wouldn't let go of Alejandro's hand.

"I'm going to die," Justin whimpered and looked at Alejandro with a boiling hatred, "and so are you."

A gunshot went off and Alejandro lurched back in shock as Justin collapsed with a new hole in the side of his head. Alejandro saw Chef Hatchet reloading his shotgun and urging him to hurry. Alejandro needed no second invitation; he quickly dodged the other infected and reached the mess hall as Justin's dead body was devoured.

Alejandro was somewhat surprised to feel himself being wrapped into a hug. He looked down to see Heather had fiercely hugged him as tears cascaded down her face. She looked up into his eyes and said, "You're not allowed to die on me. Don't do that to me."

Alejandro was quite shocked: he hadn't even really spoken to Heather since she betrayed him in the finale last season and broke his heart. But here she was, a blubbering mess at just the mere thought of him dying. He returned the hug and whispered, "I won't mi amor, I promise."

Chef closed the doors to the mess hall and Chris threw a block of wood over it as a lock. Only seconds later, they heard the sound of bodies thudding into the door. The door held; for now.

"You actually shot him." Chef heard Bridgette shakily say, "You just...killed Justin."

"Chef saved my life," Alejandro told the surfer, "Justin had already given up, but I had no such interest in dying."

"It's true," Trent reassured Bridgette, "Justin was utterly terrified back at our cabin. But we were all going to die if not for Sierra, so thanks for saving our lives."

"Oh it was nothing really, anything for my Codykins." Sierra giggled as she hugged Cody. No one else seemed anywhere near as happy.

"Those monsters tore Sadie apart." Katie wept, "Right in front of me! They're nasty, disgusting-"

"We left Eva out there to die." Gwen looked even paler than usual, "She saved all of us and now she's..."

"This is no time for sadness people, get it together!" Blaineley hissed, surprisingly full of anger, "What? This is survival of the fittest and we aren't going to survive if you're all crying instead of doing anything useful."

"Oh shove it Blaineley," LeShawna growled at her, "people are dying and you have the nerve-"

"That's enough all of you!" Chef barked and immediately everyone in the dining hall fell quiet, now only hearing the thuds from outside. "Now listen up maggots, we got ourselves a serious problem on our hands. Earlier I encountered an intern who wasn't like...like these shitheads outside. He was bitten, but I didn't know what that meant at the time. Turns out he was bitten by one of those fuckers, and once you're bit you turn."

"You mean everyone we left outside is going to become one of those..." Courtney trailed off, not really sure what to even call them.

Chef nodded and Geoff said, "Dude, that's like seriously awful. What are we going to do? We're kind of trapped in here."

"First we're going to get everybody a weapon for now," Chef said as he went into his own personal backroom to grab a bunch of knives to distribute, "then we're going to get to somewhere safe we can hole up and figure out what's going on."

"We can go to my mansion on the island." Chris piped up, "It's plenty big enough for all of us, plus there's some more guns and other supplies there in case we need to stay for a while."

"Don't forget the televisions," Sierra reminded him, as she knew the complete details of the host's home, "we can watch the news and see if this is just a here problem or an everywhere problem."

By now Chef had handed every single person a kitchen knife that most understood wouldn't be a lot of use. Those who had been given guns earlier, Harold, Izzy, Geoff, DJ, Chris and Chef kept a hold of their weapons and each took a knife just in case. Chef seemed perfectly content to let Sierra continue to wield his katana, which she revealed she stole from him during TDWT and smuggled it into her suitcase for this season.

"So, um, what exactly do I with this?" Lindsay seemed very confused as she held her knife from the blade end instead of the handle.

"Is it even safe giving her a weapon?" Chris whispered to Chef, but the cook just shrugged.

"Listen blondie, just stay close to your boyfriend and try not to die." Chef told her and Lindsay seemed happy enough with that.

"Hold on," Beth said nervously, "Chef, are you saying we're going back out there? Right now?"

Chef nodded, "Correct farm girl, we got to move now before more of them show up and they break the door down."

"We should still have like a distraction or something." Duncan pointed out, "Otherwise they might just get in anyway and rip us apart."

"Distraction huh? Izzy's your girl!" Izzy spoke in third-person, "I can climb onto the roof of this place and start sniping. It'll be just like that time my little brother ran away from home and I had to shoot a whole bunch of-"

"That might kill some of them, but it's not going to make it any easier for us to really escape." Cody interrupted her, "Maybe if you jumped down from the roof and lured them away?"

Izzy's grin only broadened, "Izzy likes the plan! How does Izzy get to Chris' fancy mansion?"

"Sorry only sane people are allowed-" Chris began but Chef put a hand over his mouth.

"It's far north on the island. Just travel as far in that direction as you can and we'll put a signal out for you. Alright crazy girl?" Chef asked and Izzy nodded.

"Izzy can do it!" Izzy hollered as she moved over to the chimney and started shimmying up it.

"We're putting our lives in the hands of that lunatic?" Blaineley asked with disgust, "We're doomed then. Also Chef, I'd like to point out that I'm one of the only adults here and ergo I deserve one of the guns."

"Do you know how to shoot a gun? Have you ever even held one?" Harold inquired and Blaineley flushed.

"Well, uh, um of course! Of course I have!" Blaineley lied, but no one bought it, "Oh come on, it's not like party boy or DJ has ever used one before either."

"I trust both of them more than I trust a snake like you." LeShawna jabbed Blaineley in the side and the ex co-host glared daggers at her.

"When we hear Izzy start shooting, we'll wait about one minute before we start running." Chef ordered, dropping the volume of his voice considerably, "If anyone starts fighting during this escape attempt, they will regret it."

The cook glared pointedly at LeShawna and Blaineley, who both fell silent for the time being. Now they simply had to wait for Izzy to give the signal. Tick tock tick tock.


Izzy shimmied all the way up the chimney and jumped out onto the roof. She stretched for a quick moment before she took her rifle and used the scope to look down into the throng of the undead. She was somewhat saddened when she saw that Owen and Eva had joined the ranks of the undead army. She had never really gotten the chance to patch things up with Owen, and she heard the others telling her how Eva sacrificed herself for them. Izzy didn't even think as she pointed her rifle at Owen's head and pulled the trigger. The lovable oaf fell to the ground as Izzy reloaded and did the same for Eva.

"May your souls rest in peace." Izzy whispered to herself as she picked up her rifle and leapt off the roof of the building and rolled into a crouch down on the ground.

She saw quite a few of those monsters pounding on the door to the mess hall, which was slowly starting to break under the combined weight of the undead. A few had turned their heads toward Izzy, and the maniacal red head pointed her gun at the ones by the door.

"I'm over here my lovelies!" Izzy cackled as she blasted two of them to bits with just one bullet, "Ha-ha, bull's-eye!"

She fired a few more shots into the cluster of undead before she needed to reload again. At this point, all the ones by the door were coming towards her, along with the stragglers who were spread around the campground.

"That's right my Frankensteins, follow the Izzy train!" Izzy shouted gleefully at them as she made a mad dash for the woods. And she certainly had amassed quite the following for her little "train". Oh my Izzy.


Trent nodded at Chef after having stared at his watch, "It's been a full minute and the shots are sounding more and more distant."

"That and the pounding on the door has totally stopped." Geoff added and Chef nodded.

"We owe you one crazy girl." Chef muttered a quick thank you to Izzy before he gave Geoff the go ahead to open the door.

Geoff opened the door and prepared himself with the handgun, just in case he had to shoot something. But all was clear outside the mess hall, to the great relief of the cowboy.

"Like dudes, it's totally clear. We can make it out!" Geoff said happily, but Noah put a finger to his lips.

"That is good news, but don't be too loud. It appears our little experiment with Izzy had a few other useful results, including that those creatures seem sensitive to sound and smell. They chased after her only after she started shooting." Noah pointed out.

"Bookworm is correct, we need to be cautious and perceptive." Chef told the group as he stepped out into the chilly Canadian night, "Now let's get to Chris' mansion!"


And now the characters start to drop like flies, mwhahahaha! As I said in the previous chapter, I will keep a running list of who is alive and who is dead for your convenience. Hope you enjoy the story!

DEAD: Sadie, Owen, Justin, Eva

ALIVE: Gwen, Heather, Duncan, LeShawna, Geoff, Izzy, DJ, Lindsay, Bridgette, Trent, Harold, Courtney, Beth, Cody, Tyler, Katie, Noah, Alejandro, Sierra, Blaineley, Chris, Chef

UNKNOWN: Ezekiel