I do not own the Total Drama Series; this story is rated M for Cruel Humor, violence, blood, gore…you know what? Rated M just in case any of that comes along ^^ and it will…a lot.
AN: watch?v=78bj6ebUVqA that song and rapper Sam B from the game will be featured in the chapter xD I couldn't help myself I looove song fic in stories lol makes everything more fun.
Episode 2: The Plague Comes to Party
After the cart was out of their sight, few by few the others began to make their way back to the hotel.
Duncan however, did not budge.
"Aren't you coming?" Gwen asked, pulling his hand.
"Nah I need to do something first." He said with a smirk.
Lashawna raised a brow. "Boy what are you up to?"
"I'm not missing out on this party because Chris says I can't go." Duncan said jabbing his thumb in the direction the cart went.
Lashawna scoffed. "Shit, forget about that, I'm gonna to pack. I have had all I could take for today."
Duncan shrugged. "Well I heard Sam B. is going to be there; with him at any event you know it's going off big time." He said then saw Gwen raise a brow. "Feel like taggin along pasty?" He smirked putting his arm around the Goth.
Gwen however frowned. "With Courtney going, the environment is going to be crappy with just the sight of her there, so I'll pass."
Duncan shrugged. "Suit yourself babe, any other takers?" He asked looking around.
Owen picked up Duncan with one arm by the torso and threw a fist in the air. "Woohoo! Par-Tay Crashin'! Woohoo!"
Duncan winced and pushed Owen off. "Alright then… let's move."
Once the two boys left only Lashawna and Gwen remained.
Lashawna shook her head. "I getting the idea that yo man, might not being going to crash for Sam B autograph girl."
Gwen glanced at her friend. "What are you getting at?"
"I'm just sayin'…I wouldn't get too comfortable about all this datin' thang between you two just yet-
"Why you assume Duncan isn't faithful outside the game too? He only did what he did because we were in the moment." Gwen shot back with a slight attitude. "If he could simply break it off with Courtney he would have but she made it so complicated, things just happened."
Lashawna rolled her eyes. "Girl I don't think you should blame the show; I mean cheating is cheating no matter where it takes place, also you weren't tricked into it like Trent was with Heather so…just be careful to what you're getting ya self into…okay?" She said with some concern.
Gwen shook her head. "Duncan isn't into her anymore anyway; besides Courtney was lying about everything anyways…so what could happen?"
"A lot of things." She said in a 'matter -o- fact' tone. Lashawna then began to walk back to the hotel.
Gwen took looked back in the direction Duncan went. She huffed out a sigh and followed her friend back to the hotel.
Courtney's POV
As the four of us were walking along the boardwalk to Chris's luau, what everyone said kept ringing in my head.
'Wipe that grin off your face hefa!'
'Figures that Courtney would do something like this.'
'I'm going to pack and make my list of chores for little prissy bitch over there'
'WE get to boss you around, you are going down gurl!'
My train of thought interrupted when I felt a hand grab mine and I turned to see Margi smiling at me. Even though this has been the worst day ever, Margi still knows how to turn negatives into positives. Something I outa try.
Margi playfully swung our hands back and forth. "Hey we're going to a hot rap party, where all the other interns and crewmembers aka our friends are attending and all night you don't have to worry about the cast till show-time okay?" She said squeezing my hand.
"Margi I hate to be the downer here, but you saw how mad they were, I'm such toast come the new season." I huffed pulling my hand out of her grip.
Chris walked up in between us and snaked his arm around our shoulders. "Listen to your friend, Court," He said smiling smugly. "Besides, new season won't be that bad…It'll be worse! Ha! Much, much worse!" He laughed before Margi and I shoved him off and glared.
"Aw suck it up you big babies." Chef grumbled with an eye roll.
Seriously? I opened my mouth to respond but I noticed something at the end of the boardwalk crawling and throwing up.
Margi noticed too. "Hey you okay up there?" She called. "We should go nosey investigate." She added before running up ahead. "Hey you!"
"Marg, wait a sec." I called, but she ignored me. It seems like I'm just being paranoid but still… something was not right about that 'person'.
However, before Margi could get close enough, the person, least I was not entirely sure it was a person, jumped into the water and began to swim under out of sight. Margi while yelling for 'it' to come back was hopping and waving at whomever it was as it swam off. I caught up with her and looked out to sea.
"Who the heck was that?" I asked gesturing to the stranger.
Margi stopped hopping and waving. "I-D-K… but that green thing sure can swim fast, oh well." She shrugged before walking into the luau and greeting some people along the way but then she glared at some girl. "Hey Miranda, you own me money! Give me my money!" She yelled at one of the other interns. The girl was scared and sped walked further into the luau. "You just want me to go Stewie Griffin on your ass don't you?!" She yelled before smirking. "...Super fun!" Margi chirped before running after her. You'd expect me to stop her right? Wrong, its considered normal for her to mess with people.
I looked down where the 'green thing' was and my eyes widen as I spotted the trail of blood and vomit prints left behind. That…is mega nasty.
"Chris, there's something you need to see." I called him not taking my eyes off the blood.
Chris looked over my shoulder. "Huh? Whoa, well Chef, what do you make of this?"
Chef got down on one knee, slid a finger throw the blood, held it up to his nose and sniffed it. Gross.
"Nothin' just a dyin animal." Chef said before walking into the luau. "Stop wastin' my time I came to party!" He yelled over his shoulder. "I'll go hunting later."
Chris glanced at me and shrugged. "Dying animal he said." Then he noticed how uneasy I looked and extended his arm. "Someone looks a little tense; I'll walk with you if you're scared." He taunted.
Without thinking, I did take his arm with both hands. I still did not look away from that puddle of blood though because what frightened me were the bloody human handprints. That 'thing' was not an animal. Nevertheless, I tried to let it go for now.
Chris smirked as how I was reacting (figures) but said nothing as we walked into the luau together. Together? Belch! Thank god, no one else is around to see this.
No One's POV
Duncan and Owen were hiding in the bushes following the group to the party. Duncan suppressed his laughter when he saw Chris was escorting Courtney. Owen however kept looking back and listening to those strange groans he heard all the way up here.
Owen nudged Duncan. "You sure you don't hear that?"
Duncan waved him off. "Dude for the last time I still don't know what you're talkin' about. It's probably just your stomach."
Own rubbed his tummy. "Surprisingly my tummy and I have been quiet all the way up here." He reassured before his stomach growled loudly and he executed a long, loud fart. "Ooh…really shouldn't have drunk that leftover soda back at the beach." He grunted before the farting continued.
Duncan unfortunately caught a big wind of his gas and stumbled out of the bush in a daze.
"Duncan? D-man? You okay?" Owen called out but the juvenile kept stumbling towards the luau. "Oh no…" Owen said slowly before two male interns from behind him, took out a pee shooter and each shot one tranquilizer dart, nailing him in the butt. "Ouchy! ...Purple nurple that smarts…" He slurred the stumbled out of the bush and landed flat on his back. The two interns grabbed each leg and dragged Owen back to the hotel.
Two female interns in bikinis were talking and laughing, that is until Duncan rudely pushed passed them, still in a daze and smelling awful curtsey of Owen. He followed the sound of Sam B.'s blasting music, despite everything in his eyes spinning.
'Ha ha ha, you ain't scared. Yet. Things that go bump in the night. Me, Sam B. Heh.'
"What the?" The first girl cried shoving him out of her way. "Move asshole!"
"Jesus!" The other yelled plugging her nose and backed away. "Where's security when you need them?"
Duncan ignored them and kept walking; Duncan then spotted a girl with brunette hair from behind and draped an arm on her shoulder and made her turn around, turns out it was just another girl who only had the same hair color as Courtney's, she looked mad.
"Hey watch where you're going!" She yelled. Nope that was definitely not Courtney. Duncan shoved pass her and stumbled into Chris's luau. As he did, he received confused looks or glares from other interns and crewmembers. One cinematographer took out a walkie-talkie and contacted Chris.
"Chris, we have a situation." He said tailing the delinquent.
The luau of course had its theme of tiki torches, flower decal and some people wearing grass skirts. There was a big stage at the end of a giant pool and of course, the rapper Sam B was up there performing as people on the dance floor were grooving to his music. Other interns, who had casts or bandages on, were lounging at the bars or getting others to sign their casts. There were even interns in the pool playing a game of chicken. Everyone was having the time of their lives, and sitting at the bar in the pool was Courtney and Margi. Neither of them noticed Duncan intruding the party and causing a commotion.
Shrunken heads, broken legs, body parts on the concrete
Cut 'em up butcher style, gators in the swamp
Red light, leave 'em dead, runnin' like a track meet
Scared of nobody, what you motherfuckers want?
"So you're sure that really was a person we saw out there?" Margi asked taking a sip of her bottled vitamin water.
"Yeah, Chris said to chill and don't worrying about it and Chef say it was a dying animal and he'd probably hunt for it later, but…It uh, reminded me of someone." Courtney said quietly twirling her spoon around in her vanilla-peach ice cream shot.
Margi raised a brow. "Yeah…who?"
"Remember when you said that thing was green?" Courtney pointed out. Margi nodded. "Well…who else do you remember that was green all over?"
"That redneck you should have let me maim when I had the chance at Playa-da-losers, Zeke." Margi shrugged then gasped. "You don't think that was Ezekiel do you?"
"Well yes, who else could it be?" Courtney asked as she watched the pool game of chicken with lack of interest.
"Duncan." Margi said.
"Huh?" Courtney snapped her head back to her, eyes widened.
Margi pointed to the stage. "No, Duncan on stage, he looks like he's on crack or something and Sam B doesn't seem too fond of him getting up there either."
Believe me when I tell 'em I'm a boogeyman beast
Leave 'em slashed from they head to they feet
Pin pricks to the chest of a bitch well earned
Cookin' meat, cannibal tryna eat
Courtney shook her head in debrief there Duncan was swaying around on stage in a drunk daze. Without another word, Courtney swam to the edge of the pool, hurriedly climbed out, rung out her hair, put on her flip-flops and ran towards the dance floor.
I got a zombie army and you can't harm me
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Drink blood like a vampire without warnin'
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Stand up!
Sam B got the thing that go bump in the night
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Hide your kids, grab your wife, better get out o' sight
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Let's go!
"Duncan you idiot." She said to herself as she cut the crowd to get as close to the stage as she could to see Sam B flipped him off. Duncan seemed dizzy as he accidentally ran into the rapper who in response pushed him off stage, not missing a beat in his performance.
Sam B to Papa Shango and Baron Samedi
Handful of fingertips, toss 'em up like confetti
Stable full o' corpse bitches, I'm a pimp of the dead
Come fuck with a zombie, I'll put a stake in your head
Duncan finally came out of his trance and realized he was on the ground in a crowd of random interns. Three of them were looking down at him, glaring, before they pulled the juvenile up to his feet, dragged him off the dance floor and sat him down with his back to a palm tree. Then Chris emerged from the crowd with his usual smirk.
"Well, look what the stench dragged in." Chris said before glancing over Duncan's shoulder. "Hey Courtney, you got a stalker." He added then let out a short chuckle.
Duncan looked back and froze with his mouth open when he saw Courtney soaked body and her bikini hugging her tightly making her way towards them. He snapped out of it remembering she was still the enemy and quickly glared at the fake Prep.
Courtney put her hands on her hips and returned the glare. "Duncan what are you doing here?" She asked impatiently.
Look, you want ghouls? I got fuckin' platoons
Baby everybody dies, I'll see your ass real soon
Crack bones to the marrow, hot sauce while they suck it
Now my juju ain't nothin' to fuck with Sam B
Margi decided to get out of the pool too. She saw Duncan arguing with Courtney, no surprise there.
"Even out of character she still manages to get into fights with him, darn shame." Margi said before heading towards the restroom. One girl came out of there drunk as hell but something was wrong. She had a deep bite mark on her forearm and blood dripping out, and she was crying.
Margi covered her mouth in horror when she saw the blood. "Darcy? What the douche happened to your arm?"
The blonde girl tried to calm down but kept hiccupping. "My sister Stacy and I were fixing our make-up and stuff, then this green –hiccup- green –hiccup- guy thing crash threw the wind -hiccup- ow and attacked us and bit all over her and bit my –hiccup- my –hiccup- arm!" She cried holding her bloody arm up to Margi face who grimaced at it.
Margi grabbed the drunken intern by the shoulders and stood her up steady. "Darcy? Level up with me…where is Stacy?"
The girl hiccup again and pointed to the restroom. "In there but she won't get up!" she croaked before throwing up.
Margi patted the poor girls back, sat her don next to the door then went inside.
I got a zombie army and you can't harm me
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Drink blood like a vampire without warnin'
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Stand up!
Sam B got the thing that go bump in the night
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Hide your kids, grab your wife, better get out o' sight
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Let's go!
"Why can't you just do what you're told for once in your life?" Courtney asked getting in Duncan's face.
"I thought you knew by now I like breaking the rules." He said smirking. Then Duncan frowned. "What? Mad that I crashed you little party princess?" He challenged.
Courtney let out a fake laugh then crossed her arms. "Okay one; never call me that stupid nick name ever again. Two yes I am mad because you're the last person I wanted to see anyways and three, why did you come here?"
Duncan shrugged. "Psh, I came to see Sam B you know he's my favorite hip hop artist." That was true but Courtney was not at all convinced.
"Are you sure it wasn't to come see me and find out why I played a character for all three seasons of Total Drama?" Courtney asked giving him an 'I think you're lying' look.
"Come see you? Psh, yeah right! Don't flatter yourself, PRINCESS," He snarled turning his back to her crossing his arms. Duncan glanced back at Courtney's unchanged expression. "Okay you know what?! Yes, I do want to know why you played me for a sucker all this time! I mean what the hell Court?!" He spat getting up in her face.
"I was under contract! I didn't exactly have a say so in most parts!" She snapped back throwing her hands up.
"You getting all this?" Chris whispered to his cinematographer.
He gave a thumb up while using his camera.
Chris smiled evilly. "Cool."
Cut your head off, leave you motherfuckers dead
I got a zombie army and you can't harm me
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Drink blood like a vampire without warnin'
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Stand up!
Margi gasped in horror, the room had bloody handprints all over the restroom stalls, the sinks, even a few on the mirrors, Stacy and Darcy's make-up compact set was spilt on the sinks and floor and lying in a small puddle of blood was Stacy herself just as Darcy stated. Margi knelt down to the fellow intern Stacy's aid and placed two fingers by her neck. Her pulse was weak but still there. Stacy covered with fresh blood, was starting to shake rapidly while lying flat on her back. In addition, she had two bite marks on her neck, four bite marks on her stomach and one deep bite on her right leg.
"Stacy, can you hear me? Can you talk to me? Stacy?" Margi asked as she sat her up slightly. The similar blonde-haired woman to Darcy lay still for a moment before she started to mummer.
"Teeth…bitting…so much blood…from his mouth…foaming...err…feel so strange…" Stacy murmured. "Blood…must have…" She growled a bit louder getting up and starring at Margi hungrily.
The spiceberry teen got up too and backed away nervously when she saw the blonde-haired girl formally blue eyes turn red. "Must have what now?" Stacy started to snarl at her creeping to the spiceberry slowly. "Stacy…why you actin all be-craz-a-do? You need help." She tried to console.
The blonde teen lunged at Margi landing on top of her, with her legs holding down her arms, and tried to bite her in the face. Margi quickly pride one arm out to push her back by the throat, but Stacy continuously snapped at her. "Arg! What the vagina are you doing?! This is no time for Twilight Saga impressions! You need medical attention!"
Stacy then grabbed her arm with both hands and was about to sink her teeth into it when Margi snatch her arm out of her grip and took out her pink hand-cam and took a picture of her, using the bright flash. Stacy screeched and stumbled back, covering her eyes.
Margi took that opportunity to push the girl into the nearest bathroom stall and pulled the door shut. Stacy constantly continued to slam on the door with her fists while growling, snarling, and foaming at the mouth like a dog with rabies.
As Margi held the door closed she pondered for a moment. "Hmm…something tells me you're not doing Twilight Saga impressions." She realized she needed to get help and fast. "I can't let go of the door though, she'll just try to kill me again." She said to herself then looked at the door as someone else was coming in. It was Darcy who was sniffing the air, her blue also turned red, and then she spotted Margi and growled.
"Oh gank!" She cried as Darcy made a run at her too. Margi darted her eyes at the door and just as the bloodthirsty girl nearly reached her, the spiceberry teen opened the door and Darcy fell inside and ran into her sister, who ended up landing on the toilet seat with her butt slightly stuck in it. Darcy landed stomach first, on her sister's lap. Margi closed the bathroom stall and ran out the restroom.
Panicking, she grabbed a chair and blocked the door, just in time for the twins to start clawing on it. The door was going to break at any moment. Few interns and crewmembers that were passing by saw what Margi was doing and made their way over.
Sam B got the thing that go bump in the night
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Hide your kids, grab your wife, better get out o' sight
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Sam B.
The crowd gave a roar of applause to the hip-hop artist as he gave everyone the peace sign, before he left the stage. The argument between the non-CIT and the delinquent however still went on.
Duncan was in rage. "Well if being under contract is what you were this whole time, then who the fuck has I been dating all this time?" He demanded practically nose to nose with an unfazed Courtney.
Courtney's lazy expression did not change once. "You've been with an enigma." Duncan looked confused. Courtney rolled her eyes. "Ugh! It means something hard to understand or mysterious person in my case. In other words, you and everyone else know nothing about me and never will. All you know is my first name, that I have six freckles on my forehead, long dark chocolate brown hair and onyx eyes."
Duncan eyes darken. "You are a crazy lying bitch, you know that right?"
Courtney shrugged. "I had to embrace those hurtful words for the other two seasons. I've been called worse."
When Duncan rolled his eyes, she narrowed hers and continued. "But you actually… after everything that's happened in this experience…you have proven that you are just another smelly jerk-off whose massive celebrity ego makes him think he's god's gift to women and that we're nothing more but gold medals to swap spit with for the Babe Olympics." She stated coldly. "…and the worst thing about that is… during season one I stood up for you as myself, the fake preppy me would never think there was some good in you, but I did, yet here you come proving me wrong."
Duncan stared at her in disbelief. "You're really thing you have the right to talk here? I actually did care about you Courtney!" He yelled. "I was willing to follow some stupid rules just to keep you happy, yet all you did was bitch! Then we all find out it was just part of the show? How pathetic that you would be so low as to do this; To play me like I was your little toy, and to lie to everyone's faces for publicity, and that doesn't just go away Courtney. The public eye is going to be on your ass for years to come, do you not understand that?" He barked throwing his hands up in frustration.
Courtney sighed. "I do understand that and I know there is nothing I can do to stop it or take it back." She said calmly. "Don't you think if I wanted to tell you the truth I would have done it already?" She asked folding her arms. "But it couldn't be done if wanting to okay? I constantly screamed my head off on and off camera, and time after time pushed others away just to keep my own mouth shut." She uttered sternly.
Duncan shook his head. "There's still no real excuse here; the point is…you're a liar Courtney, and I don't fuck with liars. Just so you know, everyone you were flakey towards, are gonna be all on your ass so don't come crying to me sister. Because this time, there's no lawyers to get you out of this one." He said menacingly.
Courtney putting her hands up shrugging. "What do you want me to do Duncan, hit the reverse switch?" She sarcastically asked.
Suddenly, a loud crash heard from the restroom by the pool cuts off the two teen's argument, people near it are running away, and screaming as two blonde girls covered with bite marks and blood charge out screeching and trying to bite anyone that moves.
Margi was running and at the same time, she was filming the twins with her hand-cam too.
Chris jumped behind the cinematographers and pointed a finger nervously at the twins. "Oh my boxers that's insane...What the hell is that?!"
Margi finally reach the group, panting. "Those girls…use to be Darcy and Stacy!"
Chris scratched his head. "Who now?"
Margi glared. "The hot blonde twin girls who you made test the tie breaker for the brunch of disgustingness and they had to get their stomachs pumped for three weeks." She said dryly.
Chris nodded. "Oh yeah. Those two give mean foot massages."
Margi tugged at her hat. "You're missing the point here!" She yelled getting irritated.
Courtney noticed that the twins were heading their way. "Maybe we call for help now." She said uneasily as she got ready to run.
Chris tapped his chin. "Perhaps you're right…Chef!" He called.
Chef was standing behind the turntables. He took off his headphones and pulled out a tranquilizer riffle. Glancing through the eyepiece, he had a smirk on his face.
"Say hello to my little friend!" He shouted before pulling the trigger. Everyone began to scatter at this point. Unfortunately, the blonde twins maneuvered through the darts (which sadly hit other people too) with ease and managed to bite many other innocence's. Duncan, Courtney, Margi, and Chris, managed to get on the platform Chef was standing on and hide behind him.
"Those things look like that cockroach Ezekiel!" Duncan shouted over the crowd.
Courtney jabbed a finger to his chest. "Hey those girls are my friends you're calling cockroaches and- wait!" She froze in the middle of her sentence and looked at Margi. "You don't think…"
Margi looked at the film she took of Darcy and Stacy on her hand-cam. "I think we're sharing the same thought; they were bitten by Zeke." She said nervously.
Courtney and Duncan looked at the camera then back to the twins.
"Something in him must be contagious when bitten, because that's why the twins are acting like they have rabies. Plus Darcy told me that some green crazy dude came in and bit them; it's the only explanation I've got…but after nearly getting killed by them…it's just a rough guess." Margi shrugged.
Duncan gestured at the twins. "So if they bite anyone else-" He started slowly.
"We'll get infected too." Courtney finished rubbing her arm nervously.
Chris was ease dropped on their conversation before he whistled signally at the cinematographer who was taping the whole thing while on the ground to turn the camera to him. "Turns out Zeke's infective transformation are worse than it was. When bitten by Zeke or anyone else with this virus will turn you into a bloodthirsty mindless cannibal and there is no cure." He said all dramatically.
"Stop jumping to conclusions; we don't know that Chris!" Courtney yelled shaking her fist.
"Is he seriously using a real life crisis that could infect us all as a ratings tool?!" Margi asked angrily.
"It is something Chris would do." Duncan snorted.
Chris cut his eyes at the three. "Shush!" He barked then smiled at the camera again. "So is this going to affect our new season, I sure hope so! Ha! Will Courtney be likable by anyone now that her dirty little secret is exposed…I seriously doubt it. Find out on Total…Dead…Island!" He finished with his hands in the air.
The camera operator gave a thumb up that he film the full shot but was pushed to the ground by Stacy then bitten on the leg causing him to cry out in agony. Then in a panic, he used his camera to hit Stacy in the head until she finally let go of him and ran for another victim. All at the same time chef was trying to tranquilize her and hit the camera operator instead.
"Aw crap!" Chris cried. "That camera better not be broken!" He whined stomping his foot once like a child.
Duncan rolled his eyes, Courtney shook her head disappointedly and Margi slapped her forehead.
"Your aim is still shitty Chef-it!" Margi yelled then gasped. "They're getting closer!"
"Damn! Hold still!" Chef yelled, getting more irritated. Both the twins heard him yelling and began to climb up to the group screeching. Chef opened fire again this time hitting Darcy in the collarbone, and Stacy in the rib.
That slowed them down but they were still clawing their way up. Chef used rapid shot, constantly hit them in the arms, legs, ribcage, and even got Darcy in the throat and Stacy in the cheek, which made them both become dizzy finally and they let themselves slide down the platform to the ground and pass out.
After the crisis died down, Chef strapped the girls into a couple of beds in the infirmary and a medical team tended to the other crewmembers and interns.
Chris shook his head. "Man what a mess…What. A. Mess." He said with some sympathy the glared at the three teens i.e. Duncan, Courtney, and Margi.
Chris did not say a word to them but snapped his fingers and Chef popped up behind them, cracking his knuckles.
"Take them back to the hotel, oh and make sure that they don't say a word about what went on here. Take them directly to their rooms and lock them in." He said before turning his attention to the med team. "So how much is this going to wreck the budget?"
Margi lacked her pink hand-cam back onto her belt. Luckily, Chris forgot about her practically filming the whole incident.
Chef took out a knight stick and poked the three teens in their backs. "Let's move it! Left…Left! Left-RIGHT-Left!" He barked. "Come on! Do I look like I got time for lazy delinquents?"
The three groaned but started walking.
Courtney put her grey jacket back on while leaning over slightly to Margi. "You think the others will be okay?" She asked quietly.
Margi shrugged uneasily. "I don't know…" She sighed. "They could be okay…maybe my diagnosis was a bit over the top to expect, even from me. I'm sure this will blow over by tomorrow." She added in denial but her expression of worry did not fade.
"I sure hope so, everyone must be feeling miserable or traumatized after this." Courtney added hugging herself. "It was just supposed to be a fun night with our friends."
Duncan scoffed. "Friends my ass." He murmured.
Courtney shot him a glared. "What did you just say?" She quietly hissed.
"DID I ASK YOU THREE TO SPEAK?…BECAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER ASKING ANY OF YOU TO SPEAK!" Chef voice boomed shutting them all up. "Now…get to the cart, plant your butts in a seat, and keep your mouths shut NOW!"
Margi shrugged. "Whatever's Chef-itch…I got dibs on shotgun!" she announced before literally hoping into the passenger's seat of the golf cart.
Courtney sighed and sat down in the back seat directly behind Margi, crossing her arms and legs.
Duncan flopped down lazily in the seat next to her, with one arm draped behind the seat as he shot daggers at her, which she returned.
Chef smirked at them through the rear view mirror before he slammed on the gas causing both Duncan and Courtney to flinch and hold onto their seat while Margi on the other hand put her hands in the air and kick her feet.
"Woo! Warp speed Chef-itch!" She chirped as her adrenaline rush was coming back.
Chef growled. "You want speed? I'll give you speed." Then he lifted his foot and stomped on the gas, which only made her squeal louder. "Ugh, between you and Izzy I never get rest!"
By the time they reached the hotel, both Duncan and Courtney were clinging to their seats for dear life, having nearly falling off a few times. Margi leaped out of her seat first.
"Well that was fun." She chirped.
"Yeah speak for yourself." Duncan grumbled slowly getting up.
"I was speaking for myself." Margi shot back dryly. Then her smile returned as she did a handstand and started walking around in random directions.
Courtney got up and stretched while yawning.
"Awwh, is the spoiled little liar tired?" Duncan asked mockingly walking pass her.
"Bite me." Courtney shot back.
Chef quickly hoisted up Courtney and Margi in one arm like a couple sacks of potatoes, despite their protest, picked Duncan up by his dog collar, and casually walked in as if it was normal.
"What the fuck Chef?!" Duncan croaked while clinging to his dog collar trying to breath.
"Chris said to take you back to the hotel and lock ya'll in ya rooms, you really think I trust any of you to go there on your own?" He snapped at the delinquent.
"Damn it point well given it is. We would have run off already." Margi piped in as Courtney nodded in agreement.
Chef threw Duncan into his room. He landed on his back yelling out 'oof'. Courtney and Margi suppressed their laughter.
Duncan got up rubbing his neck then glared at the psycho cook. "Hatchet, you son of a bit-" Chef slammed his door cutting him off.
Then he took out Duncan's lock card and slid it through his auto-lock.
Chef walked down the hall to the elevator and pressed the up button. When it opened, out came two sweaty, panting interns dragging out a sleeping Owen by his legs.
"What's with the popular tub of fudge Chad and Jeremy?" Margi asked scratching her head.
"Owen tried to sneak into the party but we caught him." Chad huffed while putting his hands on his back and pushing on it so he could stand up straight. "Crap this guy can give anyone a hunch back."
Jeremy wiped his forehead. "Phew that's a long walk with this guy."
Owen inhaled a snore and then farted when exhaling.
Chef plugged his nose. "Gah! Well it's about to get longer cause this ain't his floor!" He backed while carrying Courtney and Margi into the elevator.
"Aww what?" The boys cried as the elevator closed.
Courtney sighed and plugged her nose. "I'm miserable; the crew is in pain, along with the other interns and now we're in an elevator that smells like Owen's farts…what a night of everything turning into a fiasco."
Margi covered her nose and giggled.
Courtney raised a brow. "What's so funny?"
"Your voice sounds like a chippet when you talk threw your nose." Margi chirped before giggling some more.
Courtney rolled her eyes but could not help but smile.
Chef threw the girls into Courtney's room both of them landing on the bed and just as he was about to leave, his walkie-talkie buzzed.
"Chris to Chef…come in Chef." Chris's voice came out.
"Didn't I tell you to say Master Chief?!" He barked into the device.
"Whatever man, we have another problem. I need you to get back down here ASAP." Chris ordered. "And I strongly recommend bringing a weapon of any kind, we're gonna need it. Over and out."
Chef glanced at the girls again then slammed their door shut and locked it tight. The girls exchanged worried looks.
"That 'bring a weapon' crack is not a good sign is it?" Margi asked rolling her fingers together nervously.
Courtney huffed out a sigh. "No…I'm afraid it's not." She got off the bed, pulled her pink pajamas out of her suitcase and went into the bathroom.
Margi eyes widen over a thought. "Hey Coco, what were you and Duncan arguing about?"
Courtney clutched the knob at the mention of his name. "He was disgusted by the fact that I lied to him all this time and even when I told him I wanted to tell the truth, he still said it was inexcusable and after that he basically confirmed that he and the other campers were going to make me squirm when time comes to tend to their needs. In short, karma is a bitch to me right now." She said before closing the bathroom door.
Margi sighed in sadness then took out her camera and went through her footage of Darcy and Stacy, then compared them to the picture of Ezekiel after he rotted himself from being a stowaway on the plane.
"I really hope that this unrealistic chi-a-boo will blow over in a few days." She said to herself before tucking her hand-cam under her pillow. "I mean who even heard of such a thing as mindless undead disease that spreads from the bite contact, I mean that shit only goes on in zombie movies." She laughed to herself the laid down. "Yeah-yeah… I'm so sure…that we're all gonna die." She laughed before falling asleep with a Joker smile on her face.
A/N: Me) Boy Margi doesn't know how much she hit the nail on the head.
Courtney: Least I have a best friend in this story.
Margi:(glomps Courtney) Yay us! So do we get to slice some Zombies or what?!
Courtney: Margi? Did you take your meds the morning?
Margi: (jumps around like a rabbit) No…is it that noticeable?
Me & Courtney: Yes
Margi: (continues to hop) Oh…cool-li-O's! (leapfrogs over Courtney and starts doing cartwheels around the A/N room)
Me: Okay then…Review please and thank you and I'll try to calm down hyper over here for next chappy…Chef!
Chef: (Takes out an injection needle and grabs Margi when she cartwheels near him and sticks her in the butt)
Margi: Ouchy! (feels dizzy) Margi's got a boo-boo on her booty. (falls over)
