Only a week and a half between updates isn't too bad if I do say so myself, especially considering how busy I've been lately. Anywho, the story continues with more excitement in this chapter as the TDI gang finally encounters some of the TDROTI characters! And it's a super tense first meeting...

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


"Check their bags," The blonde female commanded to a fifth member of her group that Duncan and the others hadn't seen yet, "they might have found something useful in this pile of shit."

A very large, silent man gave an inaudible sigh and began to open Duncan's pack per his apparent leader's request. Duncan squirmed against his captors, but they held him with an iron clad grip and it was fruitless. God he wanted to kill them.

"Please just let us go!" Courtney was attempting to reason with the woman, "We don't mean anyone any harm. We were just looking for people and supplies-"

"That's great," The blonde girl interrupted, "but we don't have to believe anything that comes out of your mouth. You could be another gang of thieves, or worse. I don't really care to be honest. B, did you find anything good in there?"

The man apparently named B merely shrugged. The red-haired man snorted and said, "Figures, let's just kill 'em and be done with it."

"My friend I would not recommend that." Alejandro said in that silky smooth voice of his, "For we have something we can offer you."

"And what's that pretty boy?" He sneered back, "I don't need any hair spray thanks. Anne Maria might though but...never mind, we don't want that!"

"We have a boat," Alejandro replied simply, "a yacht to be specific. We'd be willing to give it to you in exchange for our lives. Fair enough?"

They paused for a moment until the blonde girl let out a bellowing laugh, "And what's stopping me from just blowing your brains out now and stealing your yacht along with the rest of your shit?"

"Because we have friends." Alejandro smirked viciously at her and her confidence faltered, "All of whom severely outnumber you and could mow you down as soon as you set foot on that dock without us."

Damn he's good. Duncan may hate him, but Alejandro clearly had the upper hand here because the other group couldn't prove or deny his claim. The Spaniard sure talked with a lot of confidence and bravado; it sounded believable to Duncan even though he knew it was a lie. Heather and Courtney seemed to have quickly caught onto the lie as well and were playing along by nodding in agreement.

"Jo, maybe we don't have to talk any of their stuff at all." One of the men holding Duncan told the blonde girl, finally putting a name to the face, "They didn't do anything wrong, just surviving."

"Yes listen to your friend with the unibrow," Heather told Jo, "what's the point in killing us and then being killed? Not very strategic if you ask me."

"They're just trying to weasel their way out of this!" The red-haired man exclaimed, seeming to see through the deception, "Brick's just being a wuss, I say kill the bitchy one first too just for the heck of it."

Heather glared back at him but Jo raised a hand for silence. She glanced around at each of her people, then at Alejandro. Then Heather, Courtney, Duncan. She made up her mind, "Fine, we'll escort you back to your boat as our prisoners and then we'll explain to your friends what's going on. Got it, Scott?"

The red haired boy apparently named Scott muttered a few choice comments under his breath, but did not challenge Jo directly. The one called Brick seemed apprehensive about doing this at all, but he too kept his mouth shut for now.

"Uh oh!" The extremely muscular black athlete exclaimed as he pointed off in the distance, "I see sha-zombies coming our way!"

"Shut up Lightning and let's get moving then." Jo sneered at the dumb jock and she pushed Courtney in front of her, "Move it Loud-And-Proud!"

Courtney shot Alejandro a look as they started off; she hoped he knew what he was doing or this bluff may very well get them all killed. But at the very least they could stall for time, and being some of the smartest batch of contestants from the show, perhaps they'd be able to figure something out to weasel their way out of this mess.


"Thank God you're back!" Geoff exclaimed joyously as he picked Bridgette up and twirled her around the second she got back to the yacht. Bridgette seemed quite relieved to see he was alright too, though she felt a bit queasy after he spun her around a few times and requested he put her back down.

"Sorry 'bout that." Geoff said sheepishly, "I was just, like, super worried and that's not good for my usual mellow."

Bridgette chuckled a bit and ruffled his hair, "I'm happy we made it back in one piece and with some equipment that can help DJ. What about Courtney and the others? Are they back yet?"

Geoff shook his head, "Nah, but we haven't hit the two hour mark so let's give 'em some time. Just been me and my thoughts cause DJ isn't really conscious and all."

"If we could end this fascinating conversation and actually help DJ now." Noah said scathingly, arms folded. Bridgette blushed, but acknowledged he was right and she moved off to find DJ with her bag of medical supplies. Noah and Katie went off with her, leaving just Geoff and Trent on the deck of the boat.

"So nothing happened at all?" Geoff inquired and the musician shrugged.

"Noah saw a zombie but didn't have to deal with it. All in all pretty uneventful, we didn't even see another living person." Trent recapped their brief excursion to the party boy.

"I was actually super stressed out." Geoff admitted, "But I was glad you were there to keep Bridge safe. I feel like I can trust you man. I know how you were with Gwen and-"

He faltered; Trent was giving him a pained look telling him to drop the subject. "Sorry dude, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," Trent cut him off, "I just don't want to think about her right now."

Geoff nodded in understanding and allowed Trent to go off by himself, to gather his own thoughts. Geoff couldn't even imagine the pain Trent felt; what would he do if he lost Bridgette? He couldn't even bear to think about it. He shook his head; when had he started becoming such a downer? He supposed an apocalypse could do that to a person.


Courtney's mind was racing as she lead the way, a gun from Jo at her back, towards the docks. It wasn't really that great a distance and no brilliant plans were coming to her. She'd briefly considered attempting to disarm Jo and use the weapon as leverage, but she'd dismissed the thought almost immediately. Even if she'd somehow take the gun from the arguably stronger girl, her allies would be dead before they could do anything and she'd be all alone. And the thought of Duncan dead...

She paused and shook her head, prompting another rude shove from Jo, "Hey, keep moving! I don't remember asking for a rest break."

"Leave her alone She-Male." Duncan snarled at her but Courtney gave him a warning look: this was not the time to start something.

"You sure we shouldn't just take them out?" Scott was snickering and he decided to kick Duncan in the back of his legs, bringing the delinquent to his knees, "Not so tough now are you?"

"That's enough soldier." Brick said with a hand on Scott's shoulder, much to the surprise of the other prisoners, "No need to kick a man while he's down."

"You are most noble my friend." Alejandro nodded respectfully at Brick, "I feel confident our deal can proceed without issue under your watchful eye."

Scott narrowed his eyes at Alejandro, but Brick gave a wry smile and said, "Personally I don't see the need for the hostility but-"

"Can it Brick-for-brains!" Jo hissed at him, "You know what happened last time we trusted outsiders!"

A dark look passed over Brick's face and he looked away solemnly. He picked no further argument with his leader and Jo, satisfied that that was the end of it, continued pushing Courtney onward.

In just a few more minutes, they could see the dock in the distance and were closing in on it rapidly. Courtney's heart was beating a thousand miles a minute; they were out of time. She felt a wave of shame wash over her: she had no plan. The notorious planner, thinker, strategist and leader had no plan to get her and the others out of this. What a failure she was. Maybe all those doubters were right about her: how could she ever have had a successful career if she couldn't pull through in times of crises? Tears were threatening to spill, but she held them back: she was not going to cry as her final act on this Earth.

"Beverly, Lightning," Jo was speaking to two of her people, "just in case this is a trick, I want you to be looking up on the other boats docked here in case they're not on the one the Spaniard says they are."

"Such a wise, fearless leader you are." The silver-tongued devil smirked as B and Lightning obliged, "You and Brick truly make a wonderful team."

"Shut up," Jo said gruffly to him, "I don't want to hear it."

"I can see why you've survived this horrible endeavor." Alejandro continued while Courtney just watched on in shock that he was pushing it so much, "You remind me of a girl I knew briefly; Eva. Strong, independent, afraid of nothing, feared by all. The resemblance is uncanny."

"Is there a reason you're still talking?" Jo asked irritably, her finger tapping impatiently on the gun in her hand. The dock was easily in sight now.

"I just felt it befitting of a gentlemen such as myself to admire your successes." Alejandro said innocently, "Such a daring...chica."

"What are you-" Jo was unable to finish her sentence before Heather acted. In a blur of motion, Heather had rounded on the distracted Brick, kneed him in the crotch, and unsheathed Alejandro's machete from his belt. A bewildered Jo cocked her gun and pointed it at Courtney's head at the same time Heather raised the machete to Brick's neck. They were at a standstill.

"I knew we should've killed the bitchy one." Scott muttered as he looked between a smirking Heather and Alejandro.

"You're going to leave now." Heather explained to Jo, who was clenching her teeth, "You and all your little friends, or I'm going to cut this one's neck open and watch him bleed out."

"Then I'll blow out this one's brains." Jo gestured at Courtney with her gun, "She's your leader isn't she? Wouldn't that be a bigger blow to you?"

Courtney was still in a shocked amazement at how Alejandro and Heather had pulled off this stunt. While she'd been busy racking her brains for something to try, Alejandro and Heather had saved the day. Well, sort of. They'd provided them a chance. She had to commend them on their communication skills; she had no idea Alejandro was trying to distract Jo until he gave Heather a coded signal to attack with surprise. Well played. She saw Duncan giving them similar appraisal, Heather more so than Alejandro.

"You really want to chance it?" Heather taunted, "I'm feeling nice, so I'm offering you the chance to live. A lot more than what you were going to do."

"I made a deal with him," Jo jerked her head at Alejandro, "I said I'd let you live!"

"You were going to kill us and we all know it." Heather sneered at her, "It was written all over Brick's face."

Jo's eyes burned into Brick's, and he looked down, "Look Jo, I still don't think we need to have any conflict-"

"It's a little late for that!" Jo shouted, much more loudly than necessary and everyone tensed as her finger on the trigger twitched again. Duncan looked like he was ready to attack at a moment's notice, but he'd never reach her before she blew Courtney's brains out.

"Maybe their sha-right." Lightning said nervously, much to Jo's annoyance, "We could all walk away from this..."

"Perhaps you should listen to him." Alejandro nodded in the jock's direction, "And I believe your silent friend is thinking the same."

B nodded quietly, imploring Jo with his eyes: it's not worth it they said. Jo bit her lip.

"Just shoot them for fuck's sake!" Scott shrieked as he pointed his own gun at Alejandro's head.

B suddenly began tugging on Lightning's football jersey, a fashion choice that bewildered some given their current predicament, but the jock finally turned his attention to the silent genius for a moment and saw what he was pointing at. Lightning's eyes widened as he cried out, "Undead coming sha-quickly!"

He was right: it seemed the horde from the highway had doubled back and were approaching the docks. They weren't particularly close just yet, but aside from the water there was no direction the survivors could go. They were trapped on the dock, together.

"We can't take them on just us!" Lightning exclaimed worriedly.

"Then let us help!" Courtney suddenly shouted, "If we all work together, we can take care of the threat and settle our differences that way!"

It was a long shot and she knew it, but there was no way she wasn't going to try and aid Alejandro and Heather in getting out of this situation. Scott seemed to be preparing to put a bullet in Alejandro's skull, but all the others in the group were nodding at Jo, agreeing with Courtney's idea.

"Fine!" Jo shouted impatiently, "I'll let her go, and you let Brick go. Okay?"

Heather nodded and Jo counted down, "3, 2, 1, release!"

To everyone except Scott's great relief, both Brick and Courtney were released by their respective captors. Courtney shakily stretched her muscles for a moment before saying, "Right, now let's kill some zombies!"

Brick handed Duncan and Courtney back their weapons, granted Courtney didn't have anything but an unloaded gun at this point. Duncan was very happy to get the gun back he'd found in that car, and he lined up next to B and got ready to shoot at the oncoming horde. Alejandro was smirking fiendishly at Scott, who begrudgingly lowered his own weapon and went to join Jo. Heather quickly took her hand ax back from Lightning and gave Alejandro his machete.

"What about those supposed friends you claimed to have?" Scott sneered at Alejandro, "We could use all the help we can get."

"I'll go inform them of the situation." Courtney decided, "I'm not going to be much use without any bullets. Besides, we may need to make a hasty retreat via the boat if things go south."

Courtney dashed off quickly for the yacht the others were aboard. Jo looked at her current crop of temporary allies and sighed: it was going to be rough, but they had to try. She yelled out a battle cry and started peppering the oncoming zombies with her automatic first, mowing down several with ease. Duncan, Scott and B joined her in the barrage of bullets, firing with their hand guns and taking out a few themselves. Heather, Lightning and Alejandro stood by, each with their melee weapons; ready to get involved when they were needed. Though it was notable that Heather didn't look at all excited about the idea of fighting up close and personal. She didn't have the upper body strength of Lightning or Alejandro. Alejandro noticed she looked nervous and he gave her a comforting smile: run if you need to, I have no problem abandoning these people.

Heather took a deep breath: it was nearly time to betray people. Again. She almost hated how much she'd gotten used to doing things like that. Almost.


Geoff practically ran into Courtney as she sprinted onto the yacht. He just managed to steady the pair of them before either could fall, but there was no time for greetings.

"Dude, what the hell is happening?" Geoff shouted, "What's with all the shooting?"

"Zombie horde." Courtney answered breathlessly as Katie and Noah also came running, "We had a clash with another group of survivors, they're down there now. We're working together for the time being, but they were prepared to kill us."

"Where are Duncan, Alejandro and Heather?" Katie asked, looking over the railing of the boat to look at the zombies attacking those still on the dock.

"Fighting with the other group against the zombies." Courtney replied, "I don't think they're going to be able to kill them all. There are hundreds."

She pointed and the others quickly discovered she was right: the fighters on the ground had taken out the first wave for the most part with Alejandro and Lightning slicing the stragglers down, but another massive contingent of undead were shambling towards them. And it was clear they were going to run out of ammo before they made any significant dent in the zombie defenses.

"Then yell for the others and let's get the hell off this death trap!" Noah exclaimed as if this were the obvious plan of action, "No sense offering the dead free meals, even Heather: I doubt she has much meat on her bones."

"Not funny Noah," Katie frowned at him, "but do we get the other group on the boat too? I mean, Courtney did say they tried to kill them..."

"They aren't stupid, so if they see our people running they're going to do the same." Courtney stated with exasperation, "I guess we have no choice, Geoff go yell and get everyone to the ship. I need to prepare for departure."

The CIT ran off towards the captain's area while the party boy hollered over the side, "All dudes and dudettes listen up: WE NEED TO GET THE HECK OUT OF DODGE!"


Even over the deafening roar of the gunshots, Geoff's voice could be heard over the battlefield. This at least confirmed to Jo that there were others in this group and that the greasy Spaniard hadn't completely lied to her. Only mostly. Still, she had run out of ammo in her automatic and was now resorting to shooting her pistol which was only so effective. Her other friends weren't doing too well either; she knew running was the best option.

"Everyone!" Jo's bellow carried to all, "Retreat back to the yacht, we're sailing away from here!"

No one needed to be told twice, regardless of which group they were a part of. Duncan had long since run out of ammo and he wasn't keen on destroying his trusted knife fighting undead: stabbing these things in the head wasn't really that easy with such a small blade. He bolted for the yacht, the super speedy Lightning and Jo right behind him.

Alejandro had grabbed Heather's arm and was helping pull her along just behind the lead group of runners. Scott purposely placed his leg out in front of her so that Heather tripped and came crashing down on the dock with a yelp of surprise and pain. Alejandro stopped running to help his girlfriend back to her feet while Scott continued on his way, snickering mischievously.

B had seen Scott's antics and disapproved. He paused in his own fleeing and pulled out some sort of hand constructed gadget and pressed a button. A giant, clenched, boxing glove launched out of the device and hit Scott in the back, sending him tumbling to the ground as well. B grinned triumphantly, as if this were something he'd wanted to do for some time.

"Get up chica," Alejandro urged Heather, "they're closing in on us."

"I've twisted my ankle," Heather spat out angrily, "that son of a bitch! How am I supposed to run now?"

Alejandro didn't need to hear anymore. He picked Heather up in his arms and continued running, albeit at a much slower pace. Even with the extra difficulty of carrying someone else, Alejandro was able to outpace the zombies and he made it to the yacht. With help from Brick, he got Heather up without too much hassle before he jumped aboard too. That left just Scott and B on the dock, the former just now rising to his feet.

"You bastard!" Scott hissed venomously at B as the silent one got up alongside him and was getting nearer to safety, "You'll pay for that one!"

Scott grabbed a hold of B's foot and, surprised, B fell to the ground with a loud thud! Scott used his knife to quickly cut a deep gash on B's foot and B let out a whimper of pain, but could not say anything to call out for help from his allies.

"I've been waiting a long time for you to die, Beverly." Scott laughed cruelly as he rose to his feet and gave a quick glance over his shoulder, "Looks like your time of dying has arrived!"

Scott ran off and B looked helplessly at his feet; there was no way he was going to move. The zombies were on him in only a few seconds, ripping and tearing the large inventor to pieces. He couldn't even say last words as he was devoured on the dock of death.

Scott reached the boat and leapt on to it, just as Courtney had started pulling away from the side of the dock. Glancing back, Scott could see B had been completely swarmed and was being feasted on by the undead. Some of the zombies who had been closer to the yacht were actually falling off the dock and failing pathetically at swimming after them. Courtney was easily able to speed off and back out onto the open water where all was quiet in a matter of minutes.

"Well," Scott said with a smirk as he looked around, "could be worse I guess, but-"

There was a resounding oof sound as Alejandro sucker punched Scott in the gut. The farm boy immediately curled up on the ground, grabbing at his stomach.

"Don't you ever touch her again!" Alejandro threatened, a dangerous look in his eyes as he stared at the rather pitiful and weak form of Scott on the ground, "You Diablo!"

Scott looked around and saw that no one, not even his own people, was even considering standing up for him in this case; he was just lucky nobody witnessed what he did to B. He gulped; perhaps staying under everyone's radar for a little while would be a good idea. So he simply nodded and didn't look Alejandro in the eyes.

Courtney had stopped the boat after getting a decent distance away from the dock, and she'd come to gather everyone bar DJ and Bridgette, who was still tending to him, on the deck. There were some seriously distrustful and shift looks being exchanged between Jo's group and Courtney's group, but Courtney broke the tension by speaking.

"So obviously we have a new development." Courtney shot Jo a look before continuing, "The expedition for supplies had some...unexpected repercussions and now we have four new members. Jo, Scott, Lightning and Brick."

She introduced each of them with a point and each of the four gave different signs of greeting, or lack thereof. Jo simply scoffed and glared at anyone who dared look at her. Scott avoided eye contact with everyone, which was easy since no one wanted to look at him. Lightning was kissing his muscles and not noticing that Katie blushed just from looking at him. Brick was the only one to actually give a friendly greeting with his seemingly traditional salute and bow.

"We had a fifth," Brick said sullenly, "rest in peace soldier. Private B was an honorable man and I'd like to request a moment of silence."

No one thought about arguing that point. B hadn't done anything wrong to those who had recently been prisoners either so no one, aside from Scott, had anything sour to say about him. After a minute of silence, Brick nodded to signal the moment was passed.

"Due to unforeseen circumstances, it appears we have to work together for the time being." Courtney said, a noticeable edge in her voice as she frowned at Scott and Jo.

"Why don't we just toss this one over board?" Heather asked, viciously staring at Scott, "He's dead weight and a total piece of shit."

"Hypocritical much?" Noah couldn't resist, but when Heather and Alejandro both frowned severely at him, he held up his hands, "Kidding...mostly."

"So do you have any sort of plan?" Jo was asking Courtney, "Or are you planning on just sailing around for the rest of your lives?"

"We were trying to find a doctor on the mainland to help our injured friend." Katie blurted out before Courtney could respond, "But we found medicine to help and Bridgette's pretty good with that sort of stuff."

"You have a doctor?" Brick asked, suddenly extremely interested in the conversation. Katie sort of shrugged, meaning that was debatable. Brick gave Jo a look and they appeared to have a silent conversation. Jo sighed and gestured for him to go on.

"We have some injured friends too," Brick admitted, "we were on a scouting mission of our own, scoping the surrounding area out for anything good. We had to after the last time we trusted people..."

"You mentioned that earlier amigo," Alejandro noted, "what happened exactly?"

"We don't need to go into specifics," Jo answered for Brick, "but we were attacked and some of our other people got hurt in the process. And our supplies took a heavy dent, so we needed to gather more. Now you understand why we weren't too interested in trusting you."

"Then let's just let bygones be bygones and move on." Trent said, offering peace. Brick saluted him and the pair shook hands.

"Wonderful," Noah muttered, "we don't exactly have enough food to feed all of us for any long duration of time."

"Then we'll return to our base of operations." Jo decided, though she narrowed her eyes, "We are making the decision to trust you guys, for now. If you come along and bring your sort-of-doctor to help our injured, we'll let you guys eat some of our rations and stay at our place. Fair enough?"

The original Total Drama survivors glanced around at each other: they all knew it was a sweet deal. Sure they might not be the most trustworthy of people, but they seemed desperate enough to have anyone of medical training and they all knew they wouldn't be able to keep the yacht indefinitely. Once it ran out of fuel, the thing would be completely useless.

"You've got a deal." Courtney said, shaking Jo's hand, "Now tell me how to get to your base."


And there you have it, an intriguing first encounter with other survivors. I figured Jo and Scott in particular would be hostile towards any newcomers to their group, but I think the chapter panned out nicely and logically to reach the end goal which was to have them unite forces. And I think it's more interesting that there's a hostility in the air instead of everyone just instantly getting along. But let me know what you think: are you enjoying the tension?

Also hopefully you're not all too angry about me killing off B. I wasn't originally going to, but I couldn't really think up a super interesting way to write him into this as a mainstay character. Dialogue is kind of my thing and since he doesn't talk...

Still, I'm sure Scott's actions have inspired some hate for the season 4 villain. Do you guys want someone to wreak vengeance upon the dirty schemer? How will the original gang react when they are forced to integrate into a new group? And will their be a continuing struggle for who's actually in charge? Found out next time on Undead Drama!

DEAD: Sadie, Owen, Justin, Eva, Lindsay, Ezekiel, Tyler, Beth, Chris, Sierra, Blaineley, B

ALIVE: Heather, Duncan, Geoff, DJ (injured/recovering), Bridgette, Trent, Courtney, Katie, Noah, Alejandro, Lightning, Scott, Jo, Brick

UNKNOWN/PRESUMED DEAD: Gwen, LeShawna, Izzy, Harold, Cody, Chef Hatchet