A/N: Pt 2 The challenge. The teams. The drama! The eyeball named 'Willis'! Let's Do this!
I do not own the Total Drama Series; this story is rated M for Cruel Humor, language, violence, blood, gore…you know what? Rated M just in case any of that comes along ^^ and it will…a lot!
Episode 5: Submit to Rachel…Or Not!
Margi saw everyone else at the gate standing on two sides and raised a brow when she notices one side was glaring at the other.
"Wow… I spy a lot of tension going on over there and the game hasn't even started yet." She said kicking the dirt a bit as she walked.
"Oh no, there's only two teams. We are so out of this game, we're going to be kicked out first as early rejects, and the worst part is we'll still have to stay here and rub old man fungus feet in front of hundreds of cameras for an international audience! How embarrassing!" Dakota said getting nervous again.
"So. Much. Fungus." Margi shuddered in response.
Courtney huffed out a sigh. "Let's just chill out ladies and get this over with okay? Maybe we can join Bridgette's team." She said quietly as others noticed them coming closer.
Chris sees Courtney, Margi and Dakota approaching. "Oh! Now I see three people who are not even in a team." Then he glared at the two teams. "I was trying to spare my voice from having to worry about divvying up the teams but you guys can't even do that for me?" He turned to the trio. "…and you three, why aren't you in any teams at all?" He asked the interns.
"Chef-itch had us side track bloobie with taking everyone's stuff to the cabins. Not to mention the dead body we found in the interns trailer!" Margi barked throwing her hands up.
"I was busy calling the papari- I mean helping clean up the trailer. It was so gross. There was blood like, everywhere-" Dakota added.
"-and I had to cremate the body we found inside and our friends we had to kill earlier." Courtney finished point towards the fire pit that was still on fire and there were only black skeleton parts left as it burned.
Chris put his hand up to shush them. "Tut, tut, tut! Even so, I have a quick and unfair solution. Since there is no third team made, you three interns will be team three instead." Chris suggested.
"WHAT?!" The trio barked.
Bridgette raised her hand. "Can't they just join our team?"
Chris shook his head no. "Wouldn't be fair in numbers, sorry." He shrugged.
"No you're not!" Courtney barked stamping her foot once.
Chris scratched his chin. "Why does everyone keep saying that every time I say sorry?"
Margi growled. "Dude it's not fair on our account! There's only three of-" She started to yell but then froze staring into space then her big menacing smile grew on her face then she yanked out her PDA from her jacket and typed on it eagerly.
"Sucks to be you if you lose three times," Gwen shrugged with a smirk as a few people on her team snickered. "My teammate did offer you a friendly gesture to join us." She said smiling a fake smile as Duncan wrapped an arm around Gwen's waist then he winked at Courtney when Gwen wasn't looking.
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Courtney: I seriously wanted to yell '-and your boyfriend was checking out my heart tattoo on my tight ass while I was hacking the zombies you arrogant Goth sidekick of a jerk-off player! However, I'm not going down that road, even though my character could and probably already would have... unfortunately she in a way was right…three strikes and we are out, now why does everything have to be so stressful? Status: anime sweat
Margi: Jokes on Gwen if the three of us never come last in this game and win together we each will go home with $333,333,333big bucks and some change as long as we never lose. It is still unfair and dumb that there are three of us vs. twenty-two others though. Status: win-lose xP
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"That's ridiculous!" Dakota shouted balling up her fist.
"Man you crazy!" Margi yelled crossing her arms.
"Bullshit! Chris you can't do this to us!" Courtney pointed out shaking her head.
Chris chuckled. "I can, I will and I just did so get over it." Then he snapped his finger and Chef pushed out a telephone booth with Ping-Pong balls in them. "Campers this is your mini challenge, finding a name for your team."
"Another Ping-Pong telephone booth, it's not filled with golf balls again is it?" Heather asked glaring at the contraption.
Chris shrugged. "Pretty sure it's not…the blank ones aren't anyways." He said chuckling a bit. "So campers here's how it works, one member of your team will enter the booth and Chef will turn on the air rotator to shuffle the Ping-Pong balls around and your team member has to make a grab for a Ping-Pong ball, with a name on it."
Then he smirked. "But…be careful, the names in there are based on every type of media that involve zombies however, the names are the same just are not totally accurate with what weapons and gear you will be using in the play field for the entire game. It could be something cool, or something really, really, crappy. You will never know. So first grabs, it is your teams name no returnzeez. Justin for your team, you're up first, Harold for your team second, and interns, Dakota your last."
"Isn't that plagiarizing using someone else's titles for our teams?" Gwen objected raising a brow.
"Not if you say," Chris paused to take out a paper and read. "The names that will be used for the teams are of no ownership Total Drama and all copyrights are reserved by the original creators." He then turns to a camera operator. "We good?"
The cinematographer gives a thumb up.
"This isn't going to damage my face is it?" Justin asked Chef as he walked into the booth.
"These things won't hurt a bit; …It'll hurt a whole lot." Chef said smirking evilly the locked the booth which turned it on.
"What?!" Justin cried as the Ping-Pong balls started to fly all around the booth. Turns out there were golf balls in there too. The eye-candy shielded his face as the golf balls with words on them smacked him hard all over leaving tiny red ball marks. "This is very painful!" He cried in agony.
"Just grab one dude and it'll stop!" Geoff yelled throwing his hands up.
Justin took one hand from his face and grabbed one ball at the same time, got hit in the eye with a golf ball. Chef turned the booth off and let him out. Justin ran out covering his right eye, which was staring to blacken.
"Ah! Must I suffer more deforming pain, why!?" Justin cried looking up to the sky. Chef snatched the ball from him and gave it to Chris.
"Thanks to Justin your team is dubbed 'TWDead' also known as 'The Walking Dead' and your weapons… machetes, very affective for cutting through the wilderness and good when slicing zombies to instant death also but, you have to be up close." He explained as some of that team gasps. "Also you will each receive a backpack with first aid, some energy bars, and small bottles of water, good survival bonus Justin." Chris explains as Chef gave each team member a backpack and a 22-inch machete.
"Did he just say 'up close'?" DJ crocked looking worried.
Trent placed hand on his shoulder. "No worries big guy, we can take these zombies." He comforted but he looked a little nervous too.
DJ still looked unsure, and then his PDA buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the screen; there was a message from Margi. It read:
'Don't be scared, you're big and strong! You can whoop these zombies easy peasy dude!' ^w^
DJ looked up and then saw Margi smile his direction and give a small wave, he smiled and wave a little back.
"Sure, yeah, bring em' on." The brick house spluttered trying to brave.
Trent noticed the cause of his sudden change of mind and smirked at the brick house. Alejandro also took notice and tapped his chin.
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Trent: That was real cool of the new girl to encourage DJ. Status: Drama free
Alejandro: Hmm how cute the spiceberry haired girl convincing DJ to be brave. Status: advantageous
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Bridgette looked skeptically at the sword in her hand. "I don't feel comfortable about this."
"Don't worry babe; just pretend they're all Heather." Geoff whispered, making the surfer suppress her laughter.
"That's not nice Geoff." Bridgette whispered back but still smiled.
"Speak for yourself about comfort. If my eye career is ruined by another deforming it will be madness." Justin complained rubbing his eye.
Noah rolled his eyes. "Courtney's words just flew right into one ear and out the other didn't they?" He asked.
"This is so cool! Bring on the slicing of the zombies!" Izzy said smiling madly while waving her machete around causing others to duck out of the way.
"Next!" Chris called.
"Don't get us a crappy name or you're gonna get it, Doris!" Duncan yelled shaking his fist earning a shove in the back from Leshawna.
"Ignore him! You'll do great baby! You got the moves!" Leshawna encouraged.
Harold glared at the delinquent as he went into the booth. "Of course my fair Leshawna; my mad skills will guarantee an excellent name for I will imply my entire cat like reflex's to-" Chef slammed the booth door shut cutting him off and locked it.
The Ping-Pong and golf balls scatter in the booth and mostly kept hitting Harold everywhere; one beamed him in the crotch. Hard.
"Ahh, not the mad skills kiwis!" Harold cried clutching his privates then a golf ball landed in his mouth shutting him up. Chef unlocked the booth and Harold crawled out then spat out the golf ball. "The. Pain." He managed to squeak out then fell flat into a fetal position clutching his crotch.
"Some cat reflexes." Eva snorted emotionlessly.
"I'm glad I don't have kiwis." Margi whispered to her small team.
"Seriously." Dakota agreed.
"Amen." Courtney said shaking her head at the nerd's predicament.
Chris picked up the golf ball Harold spat out with a tissue. "Second team thanks to Harold is christened… team 'ZomLan' aka Zombie Land!" He announced. "You're weapons are pistols loaded with tranquilizer balls, and sleep grenades also very helpful in stopping slow zombies in large groups from attacking for a limit of time. In each of your backpacks, you'll find a gas mask, tranquilizer balls, sleep grenades, a butcher knife and binoculars."
"No first aid?" Cody asked getting a little worried while looking through his bag.
Chris shrugged. "Nope, I'd say team The Walking Dead struck luck since we added very few of these to come with first aid."
"So we can't kill the zombies with these guns?" Heather asked frowning. "Way to go Harold!" She yelled glaring at the nerd.
"Gosh!" Harold squeaked as Leshawna carried him, sack of potato style, back over to their teammates.
Duncan smirked. "I'm fine with it." He mumbled holding his gun close with both hands and aiming it at Courtney's head who just glared at him.
"Yeah…the movie does have guns, but that would be too easy for you if all of the team names came with real bullets. You can look out for some real bullets and other resources out on the play field." Chris said smirking brightly. "Besides, the explosives and firearms budget only goes so far. You can kill them while they are sleeping or paralyzed with your butcher knives up close." He said smiling then smirked at the interns. "Dakota you're up."
"Well future Dakota fans, here I go." The starlet chirped to a near camera then strutted into the booth.
"And people say I'm full of myself." Heather snorted putting her hands on her hips.
"I wouldn't be so cheery if I had to go in there." Gwen edged. "Imagine if you did something embarrassing like loose a tooth or get a black eye like Justin; now that wouldn't look good in front of the cameras with over millions of people around the world watching." She pressed further then smirked when Dakota gasped slowly eyeing the booth rubbing her face nervously.
Courtney shot a quick glare at Gwen then looked at the starlet. "You got this Dakota! Don't let her psyche you out." Courtney cheered encouragingly.
"Yeah! Grab them little balls!" Margi cheered. "Wait…I mean the ping pong balls." Margi said then covered her mouth with both hands and giggled.
Chef closed the booth and locked it and as soon as the balls scatted, Dakota shut her eyes tightly, shielding herself by putting her hands up in surrender only to catch a golf ball in her hands accidentally. Chef unlocked the booth and everyone else looked shocked.
"How did she-" Gwen stammered.
"Not get injured?" Heather finished glaring at Dakota.
Dakota winked an eye open and saw the golf ball in her hand. "I did it? Yay me!" She cheered, until Chef interrupted her by yanking her out of the booth, dropped her on her butt, and snatching the ball from her hands. "Ugh! Take it easy!" She yelled getting up dusting herself off and rejoining her teammates.
Chris read the golf ball and snickered a bit before smirked evilly at the trio.
"I was hoping you'd get this one, ladies your small team is crowned…Team Lollipop C!" He announced which followed team Zombie Land to burst out laughing.
"Awe," Heather faked cooed. "What a cute name really kills all your dignity; if you still have any intact."
"Man this is the greatest day of my life!" Duncan laughed wiping a tear.
Dakota looked embarrassed. "Oops. Guess that wasn't such a good grab." Then she looked at her teammates. "I feel like…apologizing to you two?" She eased out awkwardly.
Courtney padded her shoulder. "It's okay Dakota, I'm sure it's not that lame…ish."
Margi ignored them and pondered. "Hmm…Lollipop C? That name though, it sounds familiar… like it's missing something…hmm…"
"You will find three cheerleading uniforms, three pairs of gold pompoms, a decapitated head and a lot of round lollipops, since your team is so small you get one backpack." Chris said with a chuckle as Chef shoved a pink backpack to Dakota. "It'll be more room in it after you put on the costumes, which you might need since you still got blood on your clothes Courtney and Margi."
Courtney looked down and saw a few small bloodstains on the chest of her top then dug in the bag only to pull out a blue sports bra with big white letters written across the back saying 'Total Dead Island' and on the chest in pink letters 'Lollipop C'. Courtney grimaced at it because it was two sizes too small.
"Gee is this for us to wear, or a flagpole?" Courtney asked sarcastically then glared at team 'Zombie Land' when she heard some people snickering or smiling satisfied. Team 'The Walking Dead' however, looked more shocked than amused and kept quiet.
"Is this a size four?" Dakota asked held the skirt up to her waist; it barely made it past her thighs.
Courtney saw this and glared at Chris. "You must be out of your mind if you think we're going to wear these." She said raising an eyebrow.
"Simmer down, they stretch." Chris shrugged. "Besides everyone has to use their stuff for the first challenge; after this what you do with it is your own choice."
Margi was digging in the pack with a lollipop already in her mouth then pulled out a wax head of a slightly tan teen boy with short brown hair.
"What the vagina? This one isn't even real; it's a lame wax figure." Margi whined stuffing the item back into her pack. Then a thought made her eyes widen. "Wait a sec, I remember now, that wax figure was a character, and the whole game it was so hacking and gore and rainbow-ish." She chirped putting her backpack on then turned to Dakota. "You made a great choice, nice."
Dakota raised a brow. "Really? How? I feel like I totally screwed up…and that will so not look good for my fan base."
Margi smiled slyly. "Wait for it…" She trailed shaking her fists eagerly.
Chris smirked. "and your weapons…will be none other than…the chainsaw like the main character and the shotgun just like the secondary character had in the game. Instant death if you know how to wheel a gardening tool and shoot. If you do not, learn fast because you will need them if it is just one of you left on the team. The lollipops make everything better and sweeter so no need for first aid. The wax head is just a keychain accessory for your belt and it's also a flashlight when you pitch his ear." He explained as he gestured to the weapons as Chef pulled them out.
Chef shoved to Courtney a 34-inch blade pink and black chainsaw, which had a pink saw chain, three pink hearts in a row on the guide bar it had a long strap attached to the butt of the tool so they could carry over one shoulder like a backpack. Then Chef shoved to Margi a pink and black Remington 870 with a short strap attached along with zip-lock bag stuffed with real bullets.
"I knew it!" Margi cheered then clicked the gun. "Say hello to mi little friend zombie bitches! I'm comin' to put ya down in da morgue." She said in a fake wise guy accent.
Courtney rolled her eyes playfully at Margi's actions. "Well weapon of death, looks like we are teamed yet again." She said tightening her grip on the handle of the chainsaw then put the strap over her left shoulder and tighten it so it would be on her back with the blade faced down.
Dakota gasped excitingly while putting the pink backpack on."Oooh this pink texture is soo cute…now if I have to… like how do I use this thing?" She asks her team pointing to the chainsaw.
"Just think of it as an extension of your arm, if your arm had blades and was meant for killing everything you touch; don't worries will help ya." Margi said smiling brightly and Courtney nodded in agreement.
Everyone else looked shocked and slowly turned to Chris.
The host smirked. "Something wrong?" He chuckled.
"What's with the chainsaw again?" Duncan asked loudly point to the Courtney's weapons.
"and the gun with REAL bullets?!" Heather added pointed at Margi's gun.
Chris laughed. "Oh I guess I didn't say the whole team name. It's actually Lollipop CHAINSAW." He renounced. "Silly name, with a whacky story plot, and a lot of blood and gore equals epic pick for weapons, no first aid, but still well done Dakota."
"Really? Yay!" Dakota squealed hoping and clapping then put a pink lollipop in her mouth. "Mmm, strawberry."
"Great job Dakota." Courtney complimented then took out a purple lollipop and put it in her mouth.
"Mmf hmm, tew thumps wey, wey, up." Margi murmured with her lollipop in her mouth, and then gave Dakota two thumbs up.
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Dakota: This outfit is so cute kinda small in the skirt though. Margi told me about the game too; I as a blonde-haired woman I feel the main character Juliet is a little typecasting. Status: Legally blonde
Margi: Despite us having to dress up like the main character for the first challenge, the weapons and supplies on lollipops are sweet. Also, I think someone was spying on me when they made lollipop chainsaw…random thought. Status: Fist pom
Courtney: Chris just loooooves for us to be humiliated in the worst way. I'm happy for the weapons we got and all don't get me wrong, but still… I feel a slight breeze in places I shouldn't have. Status: feeling naked :I.
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Dakota came back to her team again and instead of her usual pink tank top and hot pink skinny jeans, she is wearing the blue and white sports bra and the matching blue and white short skirt with pink booty undershorts attached. Along with the outfit came white bony socks that came up towards her thighs with 'Total Dead Island' on each outer side in pink letters and pink sneakers with white laces.
Dakota put on the pink backpack. "You think the audience will like me for wearing this outfit?" She asked her two teammates who shrugged in response then looked down at their cheerleading outfits.
"You know…" Margi began looking down at herself. "I kinda like it." She chirped putting her hands on her hips and poking her chest out proudly. Then she patted the wax head flashlight chained to her pink belt. "Now if only this thing was real like."
Justin kept smirking at Courtney and looking her up and down while she was trying to keep her main body parts covered. Bridgette rolled her eyes at Justin's gawking.
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Bridgette: Ugh, poor Courtney having to do everything Chris says, now Justin is practically picturing her naked, Noah's right, in one ear and out the other. Status: oh brother .
Justin: Oh, if push comes to shove we are absolutely going to work well together. Status: very interested
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Courtney tugged on her skirt. "Ugh, this makes what the pep squad wears back at our high school look so saint-ish." She hissed while tugging on her sports bra so it didn't ride up under her breasts.
Sierra gasped and eagerly typed down in her pizza box. "Courtney has to wear a revealing cheer outfit for the first challenge and mentions that the pep squad at her home…" She trails quietly typing eagerly.
Margi raised a brow at what the super fan was doing and tapped Courtney's shoulder.
"Err; does she know that's just a pizza box and a half conscious rat?" Margi asked quietly gesturing to Sierra's pizza box.
"Usually we just let it alone, Chris took her real laptop when she first came on; she does have photographic memory though and it is why she knows so much about everyone and never forgets." Courtney whispered to her.
"Oooh, those outfits are sooo cute; I want one too!" Lindsey chirped out hoping a little.
Tyler's eyes widened then he smiled stupidly. "Chris dude, please tell me you have another one of those!"
Chris shook his head and shrugged. "As nice as it would be for Lindsey to wear a cheer outfit but part one is over with who gets what… now on to part two... we're going to be practicing using the weapons."
"That's it?" Gwen asked smiling.
Chris nodded. "Yep that's it…" He paused as everyone sighed in relief. Then he smirked. "All while playing a game of… Run and Slice!" He announced.
Duncan raised a brow. "What's the big deal about some cheesy name like run and slice?"
Chris chuckled. "Oh it's very simple…while Chef drives you up in the train cart up the one thousand foot high cliff; your task is that at each certain stop, three teammates will exit the cart and last thirty seconds with the zombies currently in the area before entering the cart again." He explained while pacing back and forth.
"Well that doesn't sound too bad just stay near the carts and run for your life." Cody said hopingly.
"You'd think that Cody… here's the hard fun part you can get an extra point if you kill a zombie and there will be a lot of them in the area's we stop in. The team with most points by the time we reach the top of the cliff, can pick the strongest person of their team to make a run back down to camp all while slicing more zombies for bonus points, I will pick for the other two. Most death points win invincibility. The losers…will be the first to have the most dramatic campfire ceremony ever." He announced dramatically and smirked at everyone's flushed expressions at he or she looked at the gate again.
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Noah: Yeah…that is verrrry simple. Status: Sarcasm
Margi: Looks like we'll have to 86 the how to use the weapons with Dakota. Status: Speeducation
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Everyone was sitting in the cart gripping tightly to his or her weapons. Chef pressed the button on his remote to open the gate then stamp on the gas as the gate opened and everyone let out a 'Whoa' or other alarmed comments as they left the safe zone and into the play field.
The golf cart train came with windows to roll down and doors on each one and seated six per cart. Courtney, Margi and Dakota were sitting in the one in the front right behind Chris and Chef's driver cart and right behind them was Trent, Katie and Sadie.
Confessional APP:
Courtney: Okay the wonder twins behind me are make a vein pop out on my forehead…and it is throbbing from there constant arguing over a GUY! Status: throbbing erratically
Margi: I just realize that Chris is trying to kill us again because we're going out there at the same time; fresh meat waitin for the zombies to pick us off one or more. Status: Margi wanna live :O
Dakota: Totally have no clue when I have to leave the cart so I'll kept sending messages to the paparazzi so they can ketchup. I am soooo ready for my close-up :3 Status: flash mob
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Dakota for some reason was looking for someone out the window while sending texts on her PDA. Margi was sitting in the middle with another lollipop in her mouth and looking around with her hand-can up to her eye. Courtney's eye twitched as she was trying to tone out Katie and Sadie who were sitting right behind them fighting over Trent who stuck between them again.
"OH my gosh Katie! Stop trying to sit on his lap we agreed to share Trent; it's my turn and you're totally hogging him!" Sadie yelled rather loudly.
"I won the thumb war fair and square so back off; he's still mine for five more minutes!" Katie yelled back.
"You said that like ten minutes ago! It's my turn!" Sadie retorted.
"Is not!" Katie yelled putting her hands on her hips.
"Is too!" Sadie yelled back point a finger at her.
Katie grabbed Trent's left arm. "Not!"
Sadie grabbed Trent's right arm. "Too!"
Katie yanked Trent's arm so he would be closer to her. "NOT! NOT! NOT!"
Sadie yanked Trent back towards her. "TOO! TOO! TOO!"
Trent's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he was too scared shitless to stop either of them.
They kept going on and on as Courtney eyes darkened because of the fact those two were all over Trent as if he was their property. Not that she cared about him specifically but that always annoyed her when she was on the aftermath show with them how they fought over the dumbest things and make up like every time complimented by their constant 'Eii-ing'. Even she and Margi didn't fight like that, not even when they were in diaper days.
Courtney couldn't take it anymore. "Chris!" She yelled. "Are we at a stop yet?! I'd like to fight the zombies more than get a migraine from these squawking birds behind me!" She barked jabbing her thumb at two girls.
"Like have a cow Courtney." Katie snorted snobbishly finally releasing her grip on the poor musician.
Sadie let go of Trent too. "Yeah like you really need to take a chill pill." She agreed.
Courtney snapped her head around and glared at them. "You both should talk because you're pushing your friendship aside to fight over a guy who from the looks of it rather die than have you two fighting over him."
"Like what do you know?" Katie asked loudly crossing her arms.
"Yeah and P.S…you did the exact same thing with Gwen and lost your friend-ish ship." Sadie pointed out.
Katie nodded. "Totally."
Courtney turned back around slapping her forehead.
Margi turned around with her camera still up to her eye. "Actually Coco makes a good point; you two have been arguing about Trent since he was officially single and its getting a tad bit annoying." She then lowered her camera and raised a brow at them. "Besides, I don't see a purpose in it since like…ya know, you both can't have him…I mean unless you're freaky like that then that's your biz but still…I see conflict in your futures." Margi shrugged.
Katie and Sadie just stared at her then glared at each other. "They're right." They said simultaneously to each other.
Katie crossed her arms. "Only one of us can date Trent and the other will just have to live with it."
Sadie nodded. "Fine, so how do we settle it?"
"We ask Trent duh." Katie said.
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Trent: Okay, I cannot handle either of their reactions. Need a way out of this. Status: HELP!
Courtney: Poor Trent; those two are determined and obsessed they are obtermined…hmm I like the way that sounds. :P Status: new word
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The wonder twins then turned to the musician smiling very brightly.
"So Trent, whose better, me?" Sadie asked dreamingly while getting up in his face and fluttering her eyelids.
Katie shoved her out of the way while fluttering her eyelids too. "Or meeeee?"
Trent looked completely flushed. "I...umm…well I…" He trailed then saw up ahead a group of infected people munching something on the ground. "Look, zombies again!" He croaked loudly trying to change the subject.
Chris stood up in the cart and took out his megaphone. "Okay campers we are now at the bottom of the one-thousand foot high cliff."
The current eight infected were all interns in uniforms some more rotted out than others were. One infected in particular was a tall skinny girl with short spiky dark blue hair with red bloodstains on the tips, her skin a pale light green her pupils were bloodshot red. Her white braces teeth, stained with blood that dripped out of her mouth, there were two bite marks on her neck and she wore a dry blood coded intern uniform except her khakis were booty shorts.
Margi raised a brow. "Rachel? Wow, you look like crap… I told you blue hair is so not your color; toads should have stuck with hot pink." She said pointing a finger at her.
Courtney shook her head. "Damn even she got bitten…and she was one of the toughest internship when it came to training."
Chris took out a timer. "Remember, you have to stay out all thirty seconds with these guys and if in combat use your weapons or no point for you. Zombie Land, Beth, Katie and Sadie you're up first and…GO." He said through the megaphone.
Beth slowly got out. "Can this be any suckier?" She croaked clutching her pistol and knife in her hands.
"Htaedddd ot timbus!" Rachel moaned loudly clawing at them.
Katie and Sadie screamed as they turned and ran back into the cart, and locks it clinging to Trent again leaving Beth out there alone.
"I guess it can." Beth said dully shaking her head at the two then a bloody infected person along with Rachel ran towards her and the wannabe took off running around the cart in a panic.
Confessional APP:
Trent: They are squeezing me two tight, chests on fire! Can't breathe! Status: abducted!
Katie & Sadie:
K- Like OMG! That was like soo scary!
S- Like totally scary! I nearly peed my pants!
K- I barfed in my mouth a bit
S- Omg I'm like doing it right now while we're sharing the APP
K- Omg like I am totally trying not to pee my pants!
K&S- Status: OMG freaked OMG!
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"Oooh, there goes two default points down the drain." Chris said loudly in the megaphone. "Beth you might want to try killing a zombie to make up for your teammates since you still got fifteen seconds."
"Try killing something girl!" Leshawna yelled.
"Don't fuck it up for us Beth cause Katie and Sadie did!" Heather shouted.
While running Beth turned around and shot a tranquilizer ball at Rachel and it burst on her face was making her stop running and screech trying to rub it off her face. The other infected which was a short, bald, chubby dark green male, wearing an intern uniform stumble after her waving his arm after, growling.
"Seven seconds Beth." Chris warned.
"Thirty seconds is soo slow!" Beth squeaked panting as she made another lap around the carts with the chubby boy close behind her.
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Chris: Yeah, thirty slow MISSISSIPPI-PIE seconds can do that! Ha! Status: Devious Host
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"Come on Beth just stab him already he looks so unhealthy anyway." Alejandro said crossing his arms.
"Jerome was never a healthy dude when it came to physical activity…he did take on all the eating challenges like a beast though. Too bad he's infected too." Margi added shaking her head.
Alejandro raised a brow at her. "What interns are you not friends with?"
"You." Margi shrugged making Courtney snicker.
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Alejandro: For the short period of being an intern, how I was able to let such a clever disguise plot slide past me I have yet to figure out. Usually I'm the cunning one. Status: insulted yet impressed
Courtney: Chris knew Al was evil and didn't want him knowing about me because he would use me as a tool to get through season three with ease so instead of face to real face intro, I spent time in the public eye with Duncan so Al and I wouldn't cross paths till that award show/bus fiasco. Status: Info-you-must-know
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"Time!" Chris called. "One point for Zombie Land to kick it off with…how sad." He said shaking his head.
Beth hurriedly ran back into the cart, slamming the door and Jerome and Rachel slammed into it and stumbled backwards. The other six infected with blood all over their mouth started making their way towards the cart.
Beth was in the cart with Harold and Leshawna who just looked at her dully.
"What? At least I stuck it out!" Beth protested.
"No kidding." Heather snorted glaring towards Katie and Sadie who just smiled sheepishly.
Chris looked dully to one camera. "This is going to be a long game…Next up is…"
Leshawna shot a tranquilizer ball at Jerome, which burst in his face and shoulders making him drowsing and stumble onto his knees. She then ran over to him and hit him with the butt of her gun knocking him backwards.
Meanwhile Rachel put Harold in a headlock and he responded by taking his butcher knife and slitting her left forearm getting blood on his glasses which caused him to run around screaming 'I've gone blind!' all while knocking over some infected who tried to approach him.
Three other infected girls who were in bikinis and had pale green skin and dry blood on their bodies surrounded Cody. In a panic, he put on his gas mask, took out a sleep grenade, pulled out the safety pin, threw it and ran. It exploded with a thick white gas; unfortunately, he knocked not only the group of infected in the area out but also Leshawna who was just about to kill Jerome with her knife and knocked Harold out too. Luckily, the rest of Zombie Land quickly put their masks on and everyone else rolled their windows shut before the gas entered.
"Whoops." Cody croaked out realizing what he did.
Alejandro and Heather kept running and trying to shoot Rachel (missing, badly) all while, Rachel kept hand springing around the cart dodging every shot with ease.
Eva snarled as she grabbed random infected and literally started ripping them to pieces all while getting blood all over herself. One infected was a girl in a bikini, Eva grabbed her by the neck and twisted causing a loud -crack- to erupt before she yanked her head off and threw it aside. She was like a live slashing flick gone wilder. Duncan and Gwen watched it like it was one of the horror movies they would watch but everyone else was grimacing at the sight. Chris looked like he was about to throw up when Eva started yanking them apart with her teeth.
"I sure hope she doesn't swallow." Margi said shaking her head. "I know you're dead if it's in your blood stream but I don't know about the digestive tracks effects yet."
"Over obtermined much." Courtney said not taking her eyes of Eva.
Margi glanced at Courtney. "Obtermined?"
"Obsessed and determined put together." Courtney explained still looking at the body builder.
"Hmm….Uber- clever." Margi said nodding.
"Time…time…TIME already!" Chris shouted when Eva kept ripping the current infected she had apart.
Alejandro and Heather ran into their cart, Rachel close behind, once again ran into the cart door face first stumbling back.
Eva got back in her cart too, remaining unfazed by the blood all over her. Everyone else looked grossed out slightly.
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Eva: Courtney and her lesbo friend are not the only killers here. I'm going to win this even if I have to smash every fucking skull here. Status: Team Eva
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Duncan had his and Gwen's butcher knife while his girlfriend had both pistols as they tag teamed against the zombies. Every time Gwen shot at one of the zombies to paralyze them long enough for Duncan he would run towards them and stab them repeatedly until they went limp. So far, they killed three infected and were trying to go for Rachel who came out of her sleeping trance from earlier and was STILL not slayed.
"Why won't she just die already?!" Gwen complained as she kept trying to shoot the blue haired infected athlete.
"Maybe you should try shooting her not the air!" Heather yelled.
"You should talk! You couldn't hit her either!" Gwen snapped back turning her attention to the queen bee, only to be tackled and pinned down from behind by Rachel.
"Whoa! Hey hands off the pasty babe!" Duncan shouted before he threw a knife at her, hitting the throat causing some bleeding. "Yeah! How you like that!?" He barked menacingly then threw the other knife impaling her right between the eyes causing Rachel to stumble backward off Gwen.
Duncan quickly ran over to the Goth's aid. "You okay Gwen?" He asked kneeling down to help her up.
Gwen said nothing as she was still looking shockingly at Rachel and pointed a finger to her.
"What the-" Duncan started then froze in his words when he saw what scared Gwen.
Everyone watched in horror as Rachel stood up straight as blood poor out of her neck and forehead as she grabbed the butcher knife on her throat with both hands and yanked it out leaving a bloody hole that showed the inside of her throat. Then she grabbed the butcher knife on her forehead and pulled it out showing the bloody cut and her skull exposed and slightly cracked. What really freaked everyone out was when her throat closed back up, veins connecting then flesh and then the skin on her neck. Then her skull closed all the way up, and then the flesh and the skin layers leaving the trail of blood that already shed stained in its place. She then growled as she lifted the sharp knives up ready to throw them.
"Time!" Chris called snapping the punk, goth and everyone else out of what went on.
Duncan and Gwen hurriedly ran into the cart and slammed it close, and then Chef stepped on the glass, leaving an angry Rachel staring at them with the butcher knives in her hands.
"Daednu eht ot timbus lla lliw uoy, ti tcepxe tsael uoy nehw!" Rachel hissed as her voice faded from the distance, then she ran off into the forest.
Courtney stunned by what just happened. "Margi…tell me you-"
"Filmed Rachel's body healing itself, what she said, and realize the fact that maybe not all of these zombies are completely mindless or easy to defeat? … yes, yes I did." Margi croaked quickly looking at her camera.
"Good and I have a feeling she's not done with us yet." Courtney said.
"Freaky," Dakota said startled then smiled. "I want to heel myself too."
"From what we just saw, you'd have to be an infected to do that." Margi pointed out. "And your skin would turn puke green like Zeke."
"Puke green? Eww, never mind!" Dakota said shuttering. Then Dakota PDA buzzed and she eagerly read and texted on her device again.
"Okay campers we are approaching the half way mark and it's now The Walking Dead's turn, you have to beat a score of 12 to take the lead."
"Wait a minute," Alejandro said raising a brow. "Eva took more than ten of those guys out with her bare hands."
"Exactly. She didn't use her weapons at all, thus points don't count." Chris informed smirking.
"What!?" Eva shouted. "I'll fucking kill you for this you-"
"Moving on!" Chris shouted cutting her off. "The Walking Dead Trent, DJ and Geoff, you're up first."
Geoff, DJ and Trent stood back to back as two infected slowly closed in on them. One infected girl in a bloody tank top and shorts charged towards Geoff, the party boy nervously pointed his machete towards her, she ran into it, and it went clean through her stomach and out her back and she let out a piercing screech before going limp followed by blood pouring out. She looked like a bloody human cabob.
Geoff still looking freaked out kicked her in the ribs, knocking her backwards while at the same time pulling the now bloody machete out too. Then he realized what he just did.
"Ha! I did it! Woohoo!" Geoff cheered waving his hat before he flinched as the second infected man who was taller and more muscular than he charged towards him roaring.
"Geoff watch out!" Bridgette cried pointing to the zombie thug.
DJ jumped in front of him and rammed into the zombie thug with his left arm making him stumble backwards and fall down onto his back. Then Trent took his machete, impaled the thug in his throat, and quickly sliced through it and the infected giant went limp.
Trent eyes went wide as he pulled out his sword. "So going to have this emotionally scar me for the rest of my life…"
"Same here." DJ croaked shaking.
Their team and Katie, Sadie, Margi cheered.
"Yay Trent!" Katie and Sadie cheered.
Courtney nodded. "Not too shabby." She said and clapped slowly.
"D-J, D-J, D-J!" Margi cheered waving her pink pompoms in the air.
"They're not even on either of your teams you spazzes!" Heather yelled.
Margi smirked at her. "Shut-up! Kill-joy! Shut-up! Ha-Cha-Cha!" She cheered rolling her pompoms.
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Margi: I realized that DJ just need to look on the bright side more, he keeps feeling scared about everything. He just needs some encouragement from a friend so he focuses on the positives. Status: Helpful
Heather: I swear I hate that little lesbian brat! You see how she is trying to get on DJ's good side trying to make an alliance. She is going down! Status: Bring it!
DJ: It's was so nice of Margi to encourage me to fight, she seems like a nice person. Status: nervous-free
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"Time!" Chris called clicking his timer.
The boys hurriedly ran into the cart. Geoff after getting back in caught Bridgette in one of their make-out sessions, much to Justin's discomfort, Katie and Sadie forcibly held down Trent again, and DJ took his seat next to Noah and Owen.
Tyler, Lindsey and Bridgette were not doing so good in trying to kill the three infected they encountered.
Tyler tried to swing at the infected short skinny boy with red hair. What was sad was that he missed every swing, what was sadder was the fact that infected was blind, his arms were already ripped off and he currently was bleeding to death slowly just needed someone to finish him off.
Lindsey and Bridgette were running away from Jerome who managed to catch up again. He kept reaching inside his now open shirt and stomach, pulling out chunks of stomach acid, and throwing it towards them while chasing them around the carts. Everyone was really starting to feel sick watching that. Alejandro specifically quickly rolled down his window and vomited leaving a green/brownish puddle of chewed up meat on the ground.
"This is sooo nasty! Please don't let that stuff from his stomach get in my hair!" Lindsey cried clutching her hair.
Bridgette had her hood up with her ponytail tucked in, and then screamed and ran faster when she notice the acid Jerome kept throwing started burning into the ground.
"Huh," Courtney stated looking at Jerome. "Jerome is using his own body organs remaining functions as weapons. If he is still around, I need to cut off his head off before the challenge is over." She said to Margi who nodded.
"Need to get Rachel too, that sudden ability to heal was so freaky fascinating. I need to examine her or something." Margi said filming Jerome.
"Time!" Chris said then covered his mouth when he slightly gagged.
Tyler caught Lindsey by her hand and ran them back into the cart. Geoff swung the cart open after Bridgette ran past, hitting Jerome in the face and pulled Bridgette into the cart.
Chef tried not to vomit as he stepped on the gas again.
"After that black eye incident there is no way I am going out there again!" Justin complained rubbing his eye.
"But we'll lose a default point if you don't come out!" Noah yelled with his nose plugged.
Owen was running and farting for his life around the cart with Noah siting on one shoulder. The three infected girls in bikinis that were chasing them as soon as the smell of Owen's stank hit their noses they hissed and backed away. Everyone on team Zombie Land had their gas masks on and everyone else quickly rolled their windows up again.
"Time! P…UUUU!" Chris grimaced fanning his face.
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Owen: Beans, beans the musical fruit the more you eat the more you toooot! Status: *Fart* :D
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"Izzy! A little help here?" Sierra croaked while being chased by a fast running tall scrawny black haired pale green guy.
Izzy was on top of the diver's cart and when Sierra ran past around again the psycho redhead jumped down with an evil smirk on her face, and only two slices, leaving a big deep cut through the stomach and neck but he looked unfazed.
"Izzy I kinda expected better than this." Margi said lowering her camera and pouting.
"Keep recording and wait for it…" Izzy trailed her smirk still in place.
Margi shrugged and put her hand-cam up to her eye again and looked at the infected Izzy hardly sliced. She then gasped as the guys' head shot off his shoulders like a geyser as his throat shot out blood excessively getting on Izzy's clothes a bit then a loud –crack- came after as the torso slid off with his spine broken and the legs drop to their knees and fell forward into the large puddle of blood. The head that flew upward earlier came flying back down and just before it could hit the ground, Izzy kicked the head like it was a soccer ball and sent it flying off into a random part of the forest blood still dripping out of it.
Margi along with most of the other camper's jaws dropped. Izzy looked like she hardly touched him and there were only a few drops of blood on the end of her machete.
Chris smiled. "Time!" He called.
Izzy ran back into her cart along with Sierra.
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Margi: Wow Izzy hardly even touched that guy and she killed him, hard to believe she wasn't an intern… can't wait to show that vid to Willis! Status: Rad-eyeball
Izzy: Yeah swordsmanship runs in my family. One time my brother and I totally had a sword fight, only we didn't use swords we used kitchen knives and I accidently cut off his finger. It took over ten hours for the doctors to reattach it right and now it can bend over in four new different directions. Status: I heart marshmallows :3
Okay The Walking Dead take the lead by one with thirteen point's total. Lollipop Chainsaw, you have to kill eleven zombies so you can take the lead." Chris explained as Chef stopped cart at the 900ft mark. The three girls looked around confused.
Dakota raised her hand. "Uhh, Chris? I see no infected anywhere in this area."
Margi furrowed her brows. "Yeah what are we supposed to do? Just stand out here for thirty seconds doing nothing?"
Courtney slouched in her seat. "Yep, we're going to lose." She groaned.
"Good," Heather cut in. "More time to do your chores." She said smiling evilly.
Margi shot a glare at the queen bee's comment and -click, click-ed her gun and just as she sat up and was about to turn around and shoot Heather's brains out like she wanted to Courtney cut her eyes at Margi and muttered 'Nooo' to the spiceberry making her slouch back down and pout like a child.
"You know one thing I noticed," Chef began looking around. "None of those zombies tried to mess with the cart not one time, yet those other four went straight for the bus to try and get us, strange."
"Those zombies might have been just dumb who knows?" Chris shrugged.
Courtney opened the cart, got out, walks out a few steps, and planted the chainsaw in the ground, leaning on it with her left hand. Dakota was texting with one hand and looking around eagerly all at the same time with her other hand applying a new coat of lip-gloss. Margi was leaning on the drivers cart looking at the footage she taped.
"Hmm…" Margi pondered as she then pressed the rewind button but then her eyes widen when she caught something pressing play again.
'Daednu eht ot timbus lla lliw uoy, ti tcepxe tsael uoy nehw!' Rachel shouts before running into the woods.
Margi narrows her hazel gold eyes as she pressed the back button making it rewind slower.
'When you least expect it, you will all submit to the undead!' Rachel says clearly, which in her way was reverse.
Margi gasped. "Holy backwards shit…Courtney come look at this!" She called running to her friend's side. Then something rustled in the bushes.
"What the hell?" Courtney said looking around then pulled the chainsaw out the ground, turned it on and her eyes darted around at the bushes.
Chris smirked. "Maybe this isn't going to be a waste a film after all."
Dakota fluffed her hair a few more times and then stuffed her make-up in their team backpack.
Slowly out of the bushes emerged… -flash- -click- -flash, flash- -click-. "Dakota! Over here! Beautiful eras!" A man with a flash camera taking pictures said with a French accent. Two others came out of the bushes clicking pictures on their lenses too.
"Finally!" Dakota cheered then jumped in front of her teammates posing with her gold pompoms in each hand, one hand on her hip and the other waving to the group of photographers. "Hiiiiii fellas!" She singsong to them. "How ever did you guys find me?" She asked pretending she has never seen them before.
One photographer lowered his camera and raised a brow. "Uh…we got all your texts and phone calls."
"Play along pleeease." She said through her teeth still posing.
Courtney clenched her teeth and her pupils went tiny. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" She yelled throwing one hand in the air in frustration.
Dakota smiled at the very confused enigma. "Oh yeah, Courtney and Margi, this is my entourage." She said proudly before she struck a lady liberty pose waving her gold pompom in the air. Then she noticed something. "Uh didn't I call more of you? Where are the rest of them?"
The short chubby man with the French accent shrugged. "I do not know they must be still in the jeep behind us, yes?" He asked the other two who shrugged then started taking more pictures. "Oh! And the girl who took your place is with you! Take a shot with her too!"
"Say wha?" Courtney said with her pupils still small. Then Dakota quickly pulled the enigma into a fake tight meaningless hug. Courtney tried to pull away. "Dakota you could get these guys killed dragging them out here." She objected trying to reason with her.
Margi shook her head at the starlet then noticed on the ground of the top of the tree's shadows were body's crawling on them like spiders and the spiceberry slowly looked up while putting her camera up to her eye to see…Rachel, Darcy, and Stacy snarling silently at the photographers hungrily. Margi jaw dropped as she filmed them through her camera, because there was a fourth infected with them and it was not just anyone either.
Just as the spiceberry rapidly poked Courtney's finger trying to get her attention and tell her what she was looking at, but Owen beat her to it.
"Holy pretzels dipped in fon-doo, it's Ezekiel!" Owen screamed, making everyone else look up.
A/N: Okay I know you guys probably all want to kill me for stopping here with a cliff hanger but for part 3 I -
Margi: Am going to soooo kick your ass! I'm getting more pumped! You wouldn't like me when I'm still pumped! (Leaps out of her seat and starts jumping and flipping around the A/N room and knocking over stuff) Woo-hoo-woo-hoo-woo-hoo!
Courtney: (looks at Margi dully and takes out a pee shooter then shoots a dart in her butt, knocking her out)
Me: (looks at Courtney and raises a brow)
Courtney: (shrugs) …she just needed to relax.
Me: Right well…part three I can't tell you everything that's going to happen but I can say expect the unexpected.
Margi: (sits up and starts punching and kicking stuff and breaking things)
Courtney: Hmm… that may not my best idea… I forgot she does that in her sleep…alot
Me: Damn …(ducks from a thrown lamp) anywho review please and (gets punched in the rib by sleep-fighting Margi) OUCH! Darn it! Until part 3…I'll be in pain.
