Three chapters in three days. I'm shocked with myself but let's not waste our time questioning it and get to the story. Don't forget to vote in the poll on my profile for who you want to survive!

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


Chef Hatchet lead the group of twenty one into the woods headed north from the campground to where Chris McLean's mansion should be. He knew it would take them a few hours to get there on foot, but at least it was looking promising that they were going to make it. He didn't have a clue what they were going to do after that, but he had to at least pretend like he was keeping his shit together. After the shock of watching that intern die and shooting Justin in the head, Chef was just lucky not to be screaming uncontrollably from the unfairness of it all. But he'd been through a lot in his long life, some of it worse than this mess. Well at least, so far.

"Too bad we don't have the golf carts and ATVs." Chris was complaining next to him, "How do these campers even do challenges in the woods on foot?"

"You're going to have to toughen up if you expect to survive this thing, man." Chef told him and that was the end of their conversation.

A bit further back, some of the others were communicating in hushed whispers so as not to draw any attention from any lingering undead.

"Do you think Izzy is going to be alright?" Bridgette whispered to Courtney, "I mean, that was really brave of her to run off so we could escape."

"I hope so, I heard distant gunshots until recently so let's pray she's hiding somewhere or something." Courtney replied, but her attention was on the delinquent walking just a bit in front of her. He was walking along with Geoff, and Bridgette seemed to notice Courtney staring at Duncan.

Bridgette hid a smile but said, "Courtney, do you still like Duncan?"

"What?" Courtney exclaimed, much louder than before, and Heather shushed her from up ahead. Courtney lowered her voice again to say, "No of course I don't like that disgusting, barbaric-"

"Courtney, it's okay to like him you know." Bridgette reassured her, "I won't say anything to anyone, but I think you should let him know. I love Gwen, but that shouldn't stop you from at least telling Duncan how you feel. Considering that we just watched several of our friends die today, you might not get another chance."

"I don't know Bridgette," Courtney sighed, still not whispering particularly quietly, "I'm conflicted about the whole thing. I like him, a little bit, but I know he chose Gwen over me. And I'm not going to step on Gwen's toes like that, that would make me a hypocrite."

"I don't care what you two are talking about." Heather told them as she purposely fell back and waited for them, "But perhaps you could learn how to shut up so we don't draw those nasty freaks towards us."

"I can't believe I'm agreeing with Heather, but you ought to keep it down a bit." LeShawna said from Heather's other side.

Just ahead of those girls, Tyler was holding hands with Lindsay and he seemed to be in a better mood than most. Lindsay sensed this and she said, "Tyler, why are you in such a good mood?"

"Just cause even though all this awful stuff is happening, I still have you by my side." Tyler smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.

Lindsay giggled a bit and said, "Oh Tyler, you'll always have me by your side. Forever and ever."

"Everyone stop!" Chef called for a halt and the entire group ceased movement. Chef peered around, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness so he could at least make out some shapes of trees or possibly more useful markers to use to figure out where they were.

"Chef, don't you think it's eerily quiet?" Chris sounded very spooked and Chef did notice it when the reality host mentioned it. There wasn't a sound to be heard in the pitch black of Camp Wawanakwa.

And that's when the zombies attacked. One zombie who looked like just a normal civilian from the mainland, jumped out towards Chris. The host screamed in a panic and the handgun slipped from his grasp, sliding behind him. Chris closed his eyes, expecting for his life to come to an end, but he heard the sound of a shotgun go off. He opened his eye and saw Chef had saved him, but more creatures were coming out of the woods.

"Run!" Chris screamed, "The mansion should be directly north of here. Every man for themselves!"

"Some protector." Beth cried out in fear and disappointment as Chris took off, though she followed close behind him.

Many others followed, but unfortunately their large group caused a division in the ranks as some of the zombies spilled out into the path and separated the group. Courtney, Blaineley, LeShawna, Bridgette, Lindsay, Tyler and Heather didn't make it before they got cut off. Cody was the last to have made it, but only because Sierra grabbed him at the last second, mere moments before an undead reached for the spot Cody was in before.

"Someone do something!" Heather snapped at those around her as she slowly backed up.

"Courtney, you were a CIT. Ideas?" Bridgette asked as she also backed away.

"I've got just one: run!" Courtney shouted and with that, the girls and Tyler bolted back the way they came. Blaineley seemed to hesitate for a moment and she reached for something on the ground. She quickly pocketed it and ran after the others.

Tyler and Lindsay were lagging in the back, as they were still holding hands. Only Blaineley was behind them, though that didn't last long as she passed them and hollered, "Move it lovebirds!"

"Oh my gosh, that Bertha woman is so rude-" Lindsay started but she screamed when she felt cold, clammy hands grab her leg from behind, causing her to trip and hit her head on the ground, hard.

"Lindsay!" Tyler had never sounded so terrified as he was forced to release his grip on Lindsay temporarily so he wouldn't fall as well. Unfortunately, he managed to fall anyway given his clumsiness, and he face planted into a tree.

"Ow," Lindsay rubbed her head, "that was like, so totally uncalled-"

"Lindsay look out!" Tyler shouted in warning but it was too late. The zombies had easily caught her while she took time trying to get up and before she could stop them, the undead took a chunk out of her neck. The foxiest competitor in total drama yelped in surprise and pain as the other creatures swarmed her and soon had her surrounded.

"Lindsay!" Tyler couldn't stop crying and screaming her name, and he wouldn't have even moved if it weren't for LeShawna, who came back to help.

"She's gone sugar," LeShawna said sadly as she tried to pull an unrelenting Tyler along, "I'm sorry."


Chris McLean was the first one to reach his own mansion, and he did it without any further scares with the undead. Beth quickly joined him and the host wasn't feeling all that safe with only her around. She was next to useless as far as he was concerned.

"Beth," Chris instructed the farm girl, "do a quick check around the perimeter of the house and make sure none of those things are trying to get in."

"What are you going to do?" Beth asked suspiciously.

"I'll make sure we can all get inside." Chris lied and Beth shrugged, deciding to do as told.

While Beth was searching a few others arrived to find Chris alone at the house. Among the new arrivals were Gwen, Trent, Noah and Chef. They were all panting, but Chef said to Chris, "Why are you just standing outside pretty boy, open the door."

"Wasn't Beth ahead of us?" Trent asked and Chris decided not to answer.

Luckily for him, Beth actually came back only a few moments later to confirm, "There's no sign of any of those monsters around the house. Can we go in now?"

"Of course," Chris laughed nervously as everyone realized he'd purposely sent Beth alone to investigate, "I'll unlock it."

Chris inserted his personal keys into the lock and with a click, the door swung open at his touch. The group rushed quickly inside and closed the curtains at the windows before turning on some of the lights so they could see. For those who had never been in Chris' manor, their jaws dropped at the sights. The building was tremendously vast, with rooms all over the place. The walls were lined with intricate and vividly detailed paintings, mostly of Chris. Though many were surprised to see small pictures of Owen, Duncan and Heather off in one small section of the house.

Several raised an eyebrow at that and Chris explained, "They were the winners of my show. I thought I'd at least keep them as a memo in my picture collection. I have one of everyone, they're just mostly in a different room."

"Wow Chris, that's actually somewhat...thoughtful of you." Beth said and patted the host on the back. Chris looked uncomfortable at the perception that he was soft, so he stalked away towards the stairs to check on various things in the house.

"Goth girl," Chef was ordering people around, "you're in charge of watching the door. If you see any of our people, let them in. If you see any of those things walking around, close the door quietly and slide the lock into place."

"What are you going to do?" Gwen asked the man who had become the sort of de facto leader.

"I'm going to defend some of Chris' oversized windows." Chef told her and then he turned to Noah, Trent and Beth, "You three: go find whatever weapons Chris keeps in this house. I imagine he's doing that too right now, but do what you can to help. Alright everybody, let's move!"


Heather, Courtney and Bridgette had finally stopped running and were now catching their breath in a small clearing. Bridgette was vomiting and the other two were looking rather green themselves.

"Poor Lindsay..." Courtney whispered quietly and thoughts flashed through her mind of all the times she was rude to the dumb blonde.

Bridgette stopped hurling and she stood up, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. She looked to be on the verge of tears, but she said, "We need to keep moving. Those things might be on us any second."

"She's right," Courtney agreed and turned to see Heather was currently shaking, "Heather? We need to go."

Heather seemed to get herself under control for the time being and she merely nodded. Courtney lead the way further into the woods, but after traveling for a few minutes she changed course. Courtney led the girls east and told them to pick up the pace.

"What are you doing?" Heather hissed at her, "Courtney, do you even have a clue where you're going?"

"Relax Heather, I picked up tracking skills as a CIT. I know precisely where we are." Courtney told her matter-of-factly and Heather didn't believe her at all.

"Don't bother arguing," Bridgette warned Heather before she could start, "it's not like you have a better plan. We'll follow Courtney and eventually we'll make it back to the others."

"Oh yes because blindly following someone is the best plan of action." Heather mocked the surfer, who frowned at the diva.

"Someone with leadership capabilities." Courtney pointed out, "Remember when we were on Team Amazon last season? We always worked best when I took charge."

"Um wrong, I seem to recall you leading us to disaster. We only won so many times because of me." Heather countered and the two were about to go at it.

"Sigh," Bridgette looked up at the night sky, "I can't believe everything and everyone I know is being taken around me and I'm stuck with the two most dramatic girls I've ever met. Please let us be okay."


"Duncan!" Gwen ushered her boyfriend over as soon as she spotted his green Mohawk. The ex-con came quickly running over, but he stopped at the doorway and peered in.

"Hey!" Duncan greeted her briefly as he scanned the inside of the mansion, "Of course Chris lives like a king while the rest of us slum it in those stupid cabins."

Gwen smirked, "Typical McLean. Why aren't you coming inside?"

"I saw some of the girls get separated from the rest of us." Duncan admitted, "I know Alejandro, Harold and Geoff already went to look for them. But I think I should too."

"What? No, that's too dangerous!" Gwen insisted, now trying to pull her boyfriend inside.

Duncan didn't budge and he said, "I can't just leave her out there."

Gwen let go of his arm. An overwhelming wave of sadness and jealousy hit her; irony's a bitch. She searched his eyes for answers, but his face was stone cold. Without another word, Duncan turned around and vanished into the night back the way they'd come.

Gwen felt a presence behind her. Trent put a hand on her shoulder and said, "What's wrong Gwen? We've got DJ, Katie, Noah, Sierra and Cody inside and working quickly to get supplies and a defense going for the house. Have you seen anyone else?"

"No," Gwen turned to face him and all she saw was that look of sympathy she'd seen so many times over the years, "no one else."

Trent gave her a quick hug and whispered, "I'm sure Duncan will come back. And hopefully the others will make it too."

Gwen was taken aback by Trent's seemingly complacent attitude regarding Duncan. If she were in his position, she would probably hate Duncan with a passion. She realized that all her old thoughts and feelings about Trent were still true: kind, caring, thoughtful and loyal in the extreme. She felt for him there and returned the hug.

"I'm glad you're here." Gwen told him, meeting his gaze; his loving gaze.

They stood comfortably like that for a few moments before Chef's bellow startled the pair, "Enough lollygagging fruit cakes! Just cause there ain't no undead over here, don't mean they won't be soon."


Blaineley had long since gotten separated from Tyler and LeShawna and now she was wandering aimlessly through the woods. She may not have liked any of the others she was stuck on this island with, but even she admitted that walking around by herself with undead cannibals on the loose completely freaked her out.

She made a point of wielding the gun she'd picked up earlier and aiming it around in case something or someone jumped her. Her eyes had been fixated on retrieving the gun from the moment Chris dropped it. She was still seething over the fact that Chris and Chef wouldn't give her a gun over a couple of immature teenagers.

"Joke's on them now." Blaineley muttered and smirked. Now she had one of the guns and the chance to get the hell off this island alone. "I just need to get myself on a boat..."

Her primary concern at the moment was that she hadn't the faintest idea where the boat house was. But she knew if she could find it and hop onto the boat of losers, she could sail for the mainland and be saved from these atrocities. Or at least, so she hoped. She continued moving away from where she'd lost Tyler and LeShawna, hoping this was the quickest route to the boat house.


"I'm serious Courtney, listen to me!" Heather's tone was rising as she continued arguing about the direction they were going with the impatient CIT.

"Listening to you never got anyone very far." Courtney retorted, "Besides I already told you I know what I'm doing."

"Oh really?" Heather snarled at her, "Because I'm certain we've already passed this set of trees before."

"Oh are you suddenly an expert in the outdoors? I wouldn't think that possible from someone who's scared of even getting her hair wet on national TV." Courtney said icily in response.

"Okay that's enough both of you." Bridgette had finally had enough and she put her foot down, literally stopping their progress, "I get it, you don't like each other. But right now our predicament is a bit more important than a petty feud. So can you please both stop arguing?"

Courtney and Heather looked briefly at each other before Courtney nodded, "You're right Bridge. Sorry Heather. Temporary truce?"

Courtney offered her a handshake, which Heather accepted after a moment's hesitation. Heather looked at Bridgette and said, "Perhaps you should decide which way we go then. It's a fair enough way to settle this, I guess."

Courtney seemed content with this and Bridgette smiled warmly at the pair of them, "See how much better things are when we agree instead of bicker?" And with that, Bridgette now took the metaphorical reins and lead the trio of girls through the dangerous woods as she attempted to locate Chris' mansion.


"Why are they traveling in such a bizarre manner?" Harold asked, shaking his head as he studied the ground and the footprints being left behind by Bridgette, Heather and Courtney, "It's just making it harder to find them. Gosh."

"Like dude, where did you even learn to do that kind of stuff?" Geoff inquired, referring to Harold's tracking skills.

"I told you I have lots of wicked skills. I learned tracking at Scouting Steve's Scouting Camp and I've been a natural ever since." Harold boasted, sticking out his chest a bit.

"We do not have time for nonsense when Heather's life is at risk." Alejandro said, appearing very focused.

"Uh, it's not just Heather at risk dude." Geoff pointed out, but Alejandro seemed to disregard the statement as he continued along, moving at a quicker pace.

It wasn't long after that the boys heard a loud scream: a woman's scream. It sounded awfully familiar to all of them, and after quickly glancing at each other, they dashed off towards the noise.

Moments later, Geoff, Harold and Alejandro burst into a clear patch of woods where Courtney, Heather and Bridgette were currently being attacked by some of the undead. There were four of them in total, and one of them had just grabbed a hold of Bridgette and was reaching for her neck. Bridgette was desperately trying to keep it at arm's length while Courtney seemed to be lining up an attack with her pitiful kitchen knife Chef gave her earlier. Heather was busy screaming and slowly backing away from the two undead who were targeting her.

"I'm coming Bridgey Bear!" Geoff heroically charged the creature attacking his girlfriend and held the handgun right up against its temple, "Chew on this you undead creep!"

There was a resounding echo as the bullet went directly into the creature's brain and it ceased movement. It's arms went slack and the monster collapsed in a pool of its own blackish-reddish blood.

Harold had stayed back and taken careful aim through the scope of his rifle to shoot the one attacking Courtney. Courtney jumped back as Harold's shot went right through the creature's head and it was dead on impact. Courtney and Harold made eye contact from across the clearing and Courtney mouthed a silent "Thanks."

"Get away from me!" Heather was shrieking and shaking with fear as the other two closed in on her. Heather desperately threw her knife at one of them, but it ended up doing little damage and she cursed. As she was backing, she felt herself hit an overgrown root and she soon found her body falling to the ground.

Heather was trying to continue moving back whilst still on the ground, but her motion stopped when she realized something about one of the undead: it was Lindsay. Lindsay was now missing an arm and an eye, but there was no mistaking that blonde hair or outfit. Heather froze: for the first time since this began, her thoughts were not on survival. All she felt was guilt.

"Lindsay..." Heather blinked a few times as Lindsay stumbled closer to her, "oh God, everything I did to you..."

Obviously Lindsay didn't understand a word she was saying, but it didn't matter. Heather jumped back in shock as a blade came protruding through Lindsay's skull from behind. The dumb blonde zombie fell face first, landing inches away from Heather. Heather looked back up to see who her savior was: Alejandro, but he was now dealing with the second undead without his knife.

Alejandro's brow furrowed as he ran back a few paces, luring the creature away from Heather. He picked up a large rock in his right hand and then waited for the thing to catch up with him. As soon as it was close enough, Alejandro used all his bent up aggression and rage to beat the monster over the head with the rock. They both hit the ground, with Alejandro on top of it bludgeoning it to death with his rock. Even well after it was dead, Alejandro kept pummeling for a good ten seconds before finally stopping to catch his breath.

"Bastard." Alejandro spat at the bloodied mess as he got back up.

Bridgette had run straight into Geoff's arms and immediately began sobbing, "Oh Geoff, thank you for coming back for us! We were lost and all of a sudden those things they-"

"Shh, baby I know. It's okay." Geoff soothed her while she wept into his chest.

"We lost track of Blaineley, LeShawna and Tyler." Courtney was telling Harold, who seemed crestfallen over not knowing where LeShawna was, "But we definitely owe you one."

Harold merely nodded, not wishing to talk as LeShawna's fate seemed more and more likely to involve death. Heather was still on the ground next to Lindsay's body, seeming almost paralyzed with shock. The queen of mean was transfixed on the heap laying next to her; limp, lifeless, inhuman. Just a few hours ago, that had been a person she'd spent years of her life with. They'd been friends once, till Heather betrayed her, and now Heather would never have the chance to make up for what she'd done.

Heather felt herself being scooped up by someone and she wasn't very surprised to learn it was Alejandro. Alejandro seemed very angry as he looked into her eyes and said, "You're not allowed to die on me. Don't do that to me ever again."

Heather was touched as he repeated the words she'd spoken to him when he'd had his near death experience earlier that evening. And her little black heart melted a bit when she realized he wasn't actually angry with her, it was a look of concern and relief that she was still breathing.

"I won't, mi amor." Heather whispered so only he could hear her, "I promise."

The six of them heard two people burst through the underbrush nearby, and most were surprised to see the pair was Duncan and Blaineley.

"We need to move!" Duncan was relieved when he saw everyone was mostly alright, "I found Blaineley skulking in the woods and it wasn't hard to hear your gunfire from nearby."

"And if we heard it, so did those things." Blaineley added, seeming in a foul mood at having been found by Duncan at all.

"Then let's get to Chris' place." Courtney concluded, sharing a very quick look with Duncan before she went to help Bridgette instead. Duncan simply sighed and told himself at least she was alright and there would be time for making amends later. But right now, he was the only one who had actually made it to Chris' before and it was his responsibility to lead the way back.


"There it is!" LeShawna exclaimed with relief at something finally having gone her way tonight. She pointed up ahead through some trees and about a hundred feet north of them she could see Gwen opening the doors to Chris' house and letting Duncan's group inside. There were no visible undead anywhere in sight; LeShawna assumed most had been distracted by that gun fire she'd heard not too long ago.

"Come on Tyler, we made it." LeShawna tried to spur him into action, but the jock simply hung his head.

"We didn't all make it..." Tyler trailed off darkly and tried to keep the tears at bay as he thought only of Lindsay.

LeShawna was about to attempt comforting him, but she heard in the bushes behind her a rustling of leaves and shrubbery. Something was moving towards her and she had only a kitchen knife to defend herself with.

To her great relief, the thing that was moving towards her was revealed to be none other than Ezekiel. Home school seemed just as surprised to see LeShawna as she was to see him.

"Zeke? Noah said you got lost in the woods leading those nasty things away." LeShawna said with a bit of a grin.

"I got 'em away from the girls, eh." Ezekiel said proudly and took note of Tyler's despair, "What happened to him?"

"Long story that I'll tell you when we get inside." LeShawna said and she grabbed Tyler, "At least we're alive."

The loudmouth carried the dumb jock to the mansion while Ezekiel hesitated for a moment. When LeShawna's back was turned to him, he lifted up his bloodied shirt to check on his wound: the bite mark looked even worse than earlier. He'd gotten it when he was separated from everyone else, but he fought off his attacked and fled into the woods. At one point he heard gunshots and decided to follow, but he could feel his body getting weaker.

But he didn't want to stand out in the darkness and die alone. So he put his shirt back in place and followed his fellow contestants into the house and allowed Gwen to close and lock the door behind him. The last of the survivors. For now.

Another down, and another soon to go. Will anyone survive the attack of the zombies? Let me know what you think in the reviews!

DEAD: Sadie, Owen, Justin, Eva, Lindsay

ALIVE: Gwen, Heather, Duncan, LeShawna, Geoff, DJ, Bridgette, Trent, Harold, Courtney, Beth, Cody, Tyler, Katie, Noah, Ezekiel (bitten), Alejandro, Sierra, Blaineley, Chris, Chef

UNKNOWN: Izzy