I really tried to finish this before fall semester started for me but obviously, that didn't happen. I really hope this is worth you all waiting so long. I gave as much as I could for part two. Thanks for being so patient with me readers around the world.
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 6: Woah Don't Bite Me Bro!
10 minutes earlier… On the north end of the island outside the mouth of the harbor to the right sat the Playa De Loser resort but it was not as glamorous as it looked season one.
The building outside white sandy beach now covered with blood, burnt marks, and a few rotted infected bodies covered with flies and a few rats munching on their insides. The dock over the beach and the dock stairs were cracked and covered with trails of dry and fresh puddles of blood leading up to the front door.
The resort's pool area is pale, burnt from previous fires, and the pool covered with a shallow amount of blood, gasoline, and one large infected creature. It was ten feet tall, very thick, and confine to a straightjacket with the mask still strapped on, hiding its pale face. Right now it lay on its back and appeared to be limp, somewhat.
Approaching the pool was the only trace of life in the area; the intern named Ray walking slowly with a black cane in his left hand draped behind his head, over his right shoulder. Dangling on the hook of the cane was a medium sized translucent tank filled with gasoline.
Ray looked down into the pool scrunching his nose while adjusting his wired glasses. "Fucking ding-dong infected stinking up the place. I guess that's my fault for being gone this long." He muttered to himself before he took out a small remote control out of his pants pocket with only three red buttons; each had a label next to it.
The top button read SAWS, the middle LASERS, and the bottom FLAMES. Ray pressed the FLAMES button and immediately the drains and pool filters shot out blue fire, which ignited the gasoline in the pool.
Ray nodded in approval of his work. "Well that should take care of that RAM. He put up one hell of a fight he did." He complimented as he took off his top hat and held it to his chest for a moment. "Welp! Back inside the building I go." He shrugged placing his top hat back on.
Just as he turned to walk back into the resort, the RAM started grunting and stomping its large feet on the pool floor, trying to sit itself as the flames slowly coded its body.
Ray looked over his shoulder and smirked slyly at the creature. "Oh a fighter hmm? Can't have that." He said before pulling a flintlock off the harness on his pants leg and aimed for the RAM's forehead. "Hasta la vista mutha fuc-
[PAW!] A bullet flew through the back of the RAM's head from the other side of the pool. The gigantic creature let out a loud grunt then fell backwards with a loud –Thud!-.
Ray aimed the flintlock at the source of the flying bullet to see- "Aw Carter Smith! Man, why the ding-dong hell you do that for?!" He demanded then folded his arms. "You messed up my movie reference thunder!" He complained. Then his expression went blank as he realized that someone else was alive.
Carter has an average build, but having to survive testing Chris' challenges that are more dangerous has given him a more athletic appearance. He has dark brown hair that he combs back, slightly tanned skin with no blemishes or scars and pale blue eyes.
Carter rolled his eyes. "Good to see you're alive too, Ray."
Carter wore black steel-toed combat boots, urban Cameo pants and shirt, (both is tight enough to avoid snags, but loose enough to move quickly and freely). Strapped to his knees, shoulders, and forearms are hard plastic guards that he scavenged from a sports store to provide some measure of protection. On his back, he carried a military style backpack full of supplies to carry any useful objects he finds. (Note: all gear except the backpack and boots he salvaged)
"Dude… you look like a bootleg G.I Joe." Ray said quietly before he burst out laughing.
Carter shook his head but had a small smile spread on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead and clown all you want man, but this 'bootleg G.I. Joe '," He paused using one hand to finger quote. "Just survived an ambush of infected while escaping from a helicopter crash. It was my ticket out off of this hellhole of an island, but I guess my stay has been extended." Carter explained while putting his Glock 9 mm pistol, a model 1887 shotgun onto his backpack latch.
Ray immediately stopped laughing and stared at his friend. "Wait…you were on a helicopter." Carter nodded. "You were the eighth person I could barely see during that replay of the helicopter ambush on my monitors in here?"
"I did see cameras in the area, don't know what that's all about…but yeah I suppose so." Carter shrugged.
"Courtney was right. You escaped, and obviously you're alive." Ray thought aloud while tapping his chin.
Carter sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Well yeah I- wait. Courtney's here?"
Ray face went blank then he slapped his forehead. "Aw crap! I have to go check on her and Margi!" Then Ray's smile came back. "I gotta see the look on Courtney's face when I tell her you're the survivor of that crash, she'll flip!" He announced excitingly before running inside the front door of Playa De Losers.
Carter eyes widen on hearing him mention his fellow internship, and then followed after Ray went inside. "Whoa wait up Ray!" He shouted after him before stopping dead in his tracks when a spinning saw blade popped out from the ceiling and started lowering down toward him.
"The fuck?!" He cried before barrel rolling past the blade just as it touched down on the floor. "…Ray! When did you have the time to set up all these traps?" He asked as more saws popped out of the walls and ceiling throughout the halls, blocking his path.
"Oh those?!" Ray shouted from the control room at the end of the hall. "Well I heard about the outbreak while I was already here and had an adrenaline rush. Here, I'll turn them off."
After a moment or two, the saws closed back up into ceilings, walls, and floors. Carter hesitatingly began to walk down the hall.
"I find that easy to believe. You sure didn't waste any time on all the fatal traps." Carter mutters before he entered the control room where there were several monitors that shown visuals from different sections throughout the island; many different types of infected were roaming around or twitching in place. "Poor insane bastards."
"Tell me about it." Ray commented while using the control panel to go to the footage recorded at camp from the past two days he was gone. "Alright, let's see what the damage is…on…here…" Ray trailed as he saw the humiliatingly brutal replay of the chores Courtney, Margi and Dakota were force to do. "What the ding dong?"
Carter folded his arms and glared at the screen. "What's all this? Why isn't Courtney in her character disguise?"
"You didn't come to the aftermath?" Ray asked while adjusting the screens so the static would clear up.
Carter shook his head no. "I decided to skip it and Chris's end of the season party this time and stay in my apartment. I did not feel like hearing McLean going on about congratulating himself again, like last year. He did give us all a shout out at the jimmy awards, but that was so he could piss off the cast who weren't allowed in."
"Well you're a tad late to this news." Ray said simply then gestured to the monitors. "See, Chris exposed Courtney's character bio and Margi being the character costume, hair and make-up designer to the entire world."
"What? That's jank!" Carter complained. "After all those close calls keeping it a secret from the public, why?"
"For his own personal gain of rating; and high ratings means more money for him." Ray answered shaking his head. "As for the cast's reaction, my theory is that since the cast members can't take their rage out on Chris, do to their greed of the prize money, they go for the next best thing; a producer's mole."
"That's ridiculous. Owen, Noah, and Alejandro worked for Chris before." Carter informed while watching Courtney scrub the main lounge floor. He winced when he saw how exhausted she looked. "Plus, Chef-it was in an illegal alliance with DJ and Blaine- Mildred."
Ray nodded. "Yeah, I agree with you but here's the thing. Owen with his super lovable "Owen-ness" was quickly forgiven and forgotten. Noah was a personal assistant for Chris but his fellow peers mocked him for it since he didn't do anything personal to them, and Alejandro, baited into being a cast member of a fake show, Total Drama Dirt-Bags, but he did not receive any special treatment as Courtney." He explained. "DJ and Blaineley was just a side thing when Chef was having a hissy fit about his lack of pay and self-respect during the Action and World Tour seasons."
Ray paused to adjust the screens so the static would clear up, before he continued. "Lastly, none of them received any knowledge of the whole charade. Therefore, this leaves the cast members to unleash their emotions on Grippling. Well only, half of them like the people who experienced the game for a longer period of time and grew more paranoid of sudden change; such as Heather, Gwen, Duncan, Leshawna etcetera, etcetera."
Carter rose a brow. "That…sounds pretty terrible."
Ray sighed. "Yeah well… and on top of that, their also doing that dangerous season Chris kept pitching to all of us about. Ya know with all the challenges that were, rejected. In fact, he had a few other interns set all the areas on this island up with all the reject challenges the producers said no to during world tour. I saw all the areas he tampered with on my rendezvous of looking for scrap supplies."
Carter looked appalled. "He's really going through with that… and during all of this? And the cast are just, going along with it?"
Ray pondered before answering his friend's questions in order. "It's Chris McLean we're talkin' about, he'll take all the rating opportunities he can get, and the money is the only reason the cast choose to put up with Chris and ignore the fact their lives are in real danger; the money has been the cast motivation to choose fame over going home to reality every season."
"…points well made." Carter shrugged.
Suddenly a loud screech came from the sound system. The boys winced from the sound then exchanged glances.
"What was that?" Carter asked slowly.
"Hold on. I'll set the monitors back to the live screens." Ray said as he pressed a few buttons on the control panel. A visual of mutated Old man Hookins' came up upon the screen. "Ohhh….shiiiiiit."
Everyone froze upon realizing, an ambush was on its way. Since the gate was busted open, they can just run right through.
Old man Hookins' spook up. "It's not nice for youngsters to make fun of a senior citizen…maybe I should SMASH YOU ALL!" Everyone stared in awe as the elder swollen flesh expanded, and he stretched up to 8ft tall then it let out a piercing screech.
"Now that's… not nice." Chris pointed out before retreating into the tent. He took out his walkie-talkie. "Safe zone section B, pick up!"
No answer. "Um…come in crew members of safe zone B? What's the hold-up-pee?" He tried again. Still no one answered. "Hello? Why isn't anyone out there answering me?" Chris demanded.
Lindsey letting out a piercing scream made Chris peek outside the tent again.
Old man Hookins' let out a roar before he turned towards Courtney and Lindsey. "Sredle ruoy tecpser! (Respect your elders!)" He moaned loudly then charged towards the two with his arms out to make a grab for them.
Courtney reflex was to push Lindsey and herself out of the way, instead, she pushed Lindsey out of the way only to end up in one swift move with a pair of giant hands locked tightly around her neck and now he was lifting her off the ground. Courtney clutched his hands as she tried to pry them off her neck but it was no use.
Margi gasped and turned on the chainsaw. "Don't go to the light, Courtney! I'm coming!" She declared before she charged towards the elder infected and upon closing in, she swung at the back of the elder's legs, nailing the spinning blades right on the hamstrings before tuck rolling between his legs. "Suck on pressure points old man!"
"Gel 'lo eht !har"(Rah! The ol' leg!) Old man Hookins' cried, dropping Courtney as he knelt clutched onto his wounds that began to close back up leaving the spilt blood behind on the dirt.
Courtney landed on all fours, coughing and gasping for air. Margi and Lindsey quickly came to her side and helped her sit up.
"Are you okay, imaginary Courtney?" Lindsey asked.
"I'm not dead… -cough- but Lindsey –cough- …you need to get inside the lounge with Tyler!" Courtney coughed.
Old man Hookins' regain his composer and his red eyes land on the three in front of him and reached his arms out to grab them, but a bullet flying into his jaw, leaving a gaping hole and knocking out a couple of teeth. He snapped his head to the source of the gunfire and growl upon seeing a petrified Dakota with the Remington in her hands. He then slowly reached for one of the gas patches under his neck and pulled it off and it closes into a wad of throbbing skin, blood, and gas the size of a bowling ball.
Margi realized he was going to chuck that at her. "Dakota! Ninth grade! Freshman cheerleader pig blood scandal all over again!" She quickly shouted pointing at the wad.
Dakota eyes bulged wide and twitchy before screaming fiercely, "I've worked too hard for my popularity to repeat history of Ms. Piggy blood! Never again!" before slamming the door, right as the elder infected threw the wad at the trailer and it exploded with a loud –slosh!- as it splattered blood and skin chunks all over the front of the trailer, making it almost tip over, but it stayed upright.
"Oh God! Oh God!" Dakota gasped, while trying to recover being knocked onto the floor. She managed to prop herself up on the counter, but then her hand almost slipped from the surface being slippery. "Why is the counter-?"
Dakota froze in the middle of her sentence when she saw the water came from Willis' jar that was spilt over. The eyeball himself wasn't in it.
Dakota looked around nervously. "Creepy dancing eyeball thingy? Hello?" She called quietly. More patch explosion sounds came from outside making her flinch.
Old man Hookins' let out a high-pitched screech to the gate as he stomped his feet on the ground. It almost look like he was trying to signal something else. The words he kept screeching were Rethguals srehctub! (Butchers slaughter!)
"Crap!" Chris choked panicky before trying his walkie-talkie again. "Come in safe zone sector B, ocean liner sector C, anyone?! Hello? Interns? Crew? Is anyone out there?!"
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Margi: I hated to use that piece of info I read in her soul, but it was the only way to make Dakota react fast enough. I would explain it but it is not my place to. Why Heather's soul reacted to it…is beyond my rank of skill. Status: ambiance
Heather: That… cannot be the same girl I did that terrible sin to… the same sin I confessed about season one in that tree house… and even if it is the same girl how did the psycho know about it? That part never ever air on the Camp Castaways episode because it was not PG appropriate. No, no, they must be talking about someone else. Status: Disbelieving
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"Oh man! Oh man!" Ray shouted, standing up. "Old man Hookins' is one of the unique infected, and he breached the gate!" He smacked his forehead. "Why didn't I see this coming?! I'm supposed to be the expert for Christ sake!"
"That's the same strange infected that knocked us down! Then five of the infected I think they were all male, with no forearms, with only their sharpened radial bones came afterwards." Carter explained. "If that group finds their way to the gate they are in so much trouble!"
On the other monitors, several walkers were wandering around aimlessly when Old man Hookins' screeching caught their attention and the started making their way to the safe zone.
"They'll be in more trouble if we don't beat that mob of hungry walkers there first!" Ray shouted nervously. "Everyone knows in a zombie flick weak weapons, plus small experience in a group of live bait means character death!"
"How are we going to beat a huge mob there if we're walking bait ourselves? Besides, the only vehicles I have are too tired from running for their owner's life!" Carter objected, gesturing to his feet.
"Psh! We are not hoofing it. We are trucking it! Put this on and follow me." Ray declared giving Carter a full-face respirator then ran outside, with his confused friend not too far behind.
Chris clutched the walkie-talkie with both hands. "Safe zone sector B! Pick! Up! The FUCKING-"
"They either dead or too scared to answer Chris." Chef said while taking a disassembled flamethrower and began putting it together. "Hmm, should I used red carry-on size tank, or whip out the big blue one in case he just runs through the fire?" He asked himself.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, NO! See that can't happen, okay! The cast is one thing but without at least 25% of my internship tending to my every whim, with no pay, means the filming and editing of this show is caput, bankruptcy will be crawling up the back of my neck, and that could be the end of my career, my paycheck, and my luxurious lifestyle!" Chris shouted, throwing his hands in the air.
"Maybe I might be usin' too much flame power from the big tank too early." Chef thought aloud scratching his chin.
"YOU'RE NOT HEARING ME!" Chris shouted putting his hands on his head.
Chef just looked at him dully before continuing to assemble the flamethrower. "Oh don't worry, I heard you."
"Then, WHY AREN'T YOU OUT THERE DOING SOMETHING?!" Chris asked frantically jumping and down like a whinny child.
"Give me a minute, you big baby." Chef said, with an eye roll while he continued his work, completely ignoring the host and the panicking cast members shouting outside.
Ray and Carter were in a black pick-up truck on their way towards the safe zone. Ray had just driven past the hotel the cast were staying in two days earlier.
How long is it going to take to get there?" Cater asked while looking at a tablet with multiple camera angles of the camp on screen.
"Not long." Ray answered before making a sharp turn left, only to have run over a random infected girl, whose head flown off in the process and landed on the windshield, leaving a big crack in it. "Fuck! I can't see!"
"I got it!" Carter used the side of his fist to knock on the windshield a couple of times before it shattered.
Five more infected, who were jogging limping like towards the sound of Old man Hookins' spotted them and began running in their direction.
"Or...this could take a bit longer than I thought." Ray chuckled nervously.
Carter glared at the infected. "Just drive. I'll shoot." He acknowledged, pulling his Glock out and taking aim.
"Can do." Ray smirked before stepping on the gas.
"Lindsey!" Tyler cried waving her towards him at the main lounge door.
"Go, while Hookins' is distracted!" Courtney ordered Lindsey, shoving her in Tyler's direction
Lindsey slowly got up and despite how afraid she was, ran straight towards her boyfriend, but tripped on the top stair of the main lounge and crashed into Tyler throwing them both onto the floor inside, with Lindsey's boobs slamming into his face.
"Ssss…Ooo…" Noah, Cody, and Harold cringed at how loud the couple's landing was.
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Noah: I have heard of 'Boobie Traps', but that was ridiculous. Status: biting-scene
Harold: That…sounded like it hurt on landing. I wonder if it is possible to register boobies as weapons. If that was Leshawna and I in that same landing situation, given luscious boobies size is triple D's…I would be dead.
Cody: Awe man Tyler is lucky… If only that was me and Dakota, or Gwen, or both.
Tyler: Does my face hurt? Yes. Is my nose bleeding? A little bit. How did it feel? Like the most extreme version of the motorboat ever! Status: worth-it ;)
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"Everyone! We need to get to our weapons!" Alejandro declared, pointing towards the cabins. "It's the only way to defend ourselves from this foul bastardo hinchada." He a few others started to make a run for the cabins.
Old man Hookins' upon hearing Alejandro speak, let out a roar, pounding his chest before he stomped towards everyone else at the main lounge, ripped and aimed to fling two more patch wad at the building. He then flung them at the main lounge doors, which Trent and Geoff closed just in time as those who weren't close enough to get inside bobbed and weaved out of the way… only for the wad to splatter all over the front of the main lounge, blocking the doors and the windows. Trapped inside are Trent, Geoff, Lindsey, Tyler, Sierra, Gwen, Leshawna, Harold, Beth, Mama DJ, and Heather inside.
Old man Hookins' ripped off five more patches and glared at the remaining people outside. Then his jawline crackly closed back together, but the skin that was blown off did not.
"I'M GOING TO SEND YOU ALL STRAIGHT TO THE GLUE FACTORY!" Old man Hookins' growled, with an evil smile on his face.
"CODY-KIIINNS!" Sierra screamed, trying to pull the window open. It wouldn't budge.
"My baby is still out there!" Mama DJ shouted. "DAVON JOSE-E-E-EPH!" She cried, slamming her fists on the door. Then she froze on hearing a –Ding! - come from the oven. "MY ROOOOAASST!" She cried out then placed the back of hand dramatically onto her forehead, then fainted only to be held up by Leshawna and Harold.
"I'm too newly made over to die!" Beth screamed before dropping to her knees and crying, which cause her eyeliner to run.
Heather glared at Trent and Geoff. "Nice moves, guys! Now we're sitting ducks for a zombie's all you can eat buffet, again!" She shouted before joining Sierra in trying to pull the window open.
"We had to do something, Heather, we couldn't just let that stuff hit us!" Geoff countered, pointing to the bits of the wad that just barely seeped through the door and had steam on it.
"And a lot of good that did since 'move the hell out of the way' wasn't an option in your brain! Now we're trapped in here, you moron!" She spat back.
"It Alejandro's fault he threw it over here in the first place! So don't blame Geoff like that!" Bridgette demanded.
"Why should I? You going to make something of it?!" Heather challenged, getting in the surfers face.
"Girls, seriously? We don't have time for this." Trent interrupted, getting between the two. "We need to get outside and help before something worse happens to the others. Now there's a back door in the kitchen if we just-
"CODY! I'll protect you from Dakota!" Sierra screamed, running to the kitchen.
"Don't you mean the 'infected'?" Gwen asked, reaching for the handle of the backdoor, only to be shoved out of the way by the rampaging Sierra and landing on her back. "Um, OW!?" She barked rubbing the back of her head.
"SAME THING!" Sierra screamed then yanked the door open, frantically stumbling out, but she barely got a foot out of the doorway when something made her freeze.
There was a second hole in the gate and standing in it sniffing the air, were five infected with no forearms, only their sharpened radial bones. All five of them spotted the super fan in the doorway, let out multiple screeches at her, and swinging their radial bones at her, almost as if they were gesturing, no daring her to try to get past them.
Trent and Gwen came to the doorframe and froze on sight of Sierra's stare down with the deadly maniacs.
"Sierra. Come back in here." Trent whisper fiercely.
"But…Cody needs me." Sierra whispered back, still staring at the infected group in front of her.
"You need to get back in here now or you will die!" Gwen whispered angrily.
Sierra kept looking back and forth between the forearm less infected and the door. She then squealed in fright as all five of the infected charged towards her. Trent from behind yanked her back in by her arm and slammed the door shut.
The good thing about it was Trent, Gwen, Geoff, Bridgette and Beth was able to hold the door shut. The downfall was not only did it mean the entire group was pinned down inside the main lounge, but the screeching sounds of the infected came from all around so the rest of the cast outside didn't know those five who came in from the second hole in the fence. Also, Sierra started weeping uncontrollably, while clutching onto Heather.
"Get up, get it together, and stop dripping your snot on my stomach!" Heather barked, trying to pull her off.
"Forgive my retreat, Cody-bear!" Sierra cried before blowing her nose loudly into Heather's tube top.
"Gross!" Heather gagged.
Old man Hookins' hunched down and clenched as patches from his face inflated until one by one launched more explosive wads into the air and they came down towards Alejandro, Duncan, Eva, Izzy and Justin.
Alejandro and Duncan dodged the aerial attacks as they ran before shielding themselves behind the communal washroom. Britney had scampered after Duncan.
Izzy kept doing a bunch of handsprings to dodge as she made her way to the girl's cabin.
Justin ran screaming into the confession can and secluded himself inside.
-static- Confession Can –static-
Justin: Maybe that beast won't think to look for me here. (Looks at the camera, smiles sheepishly) What? I am not about to stand out there and die today! I have my whole modeling career at stake; I was given one last chance a couple weeks before the aftermath to keep my complexion clean and beautiful in front of the cameras there and if welcomed back to this season. Courtney would understand my reason of cowardliness right?
(A wad of gore crashed through the side of the confessional, smacking him in the face and hair.)
Justin: (starts hysterically screaming while trying to wipe the gore off his face and hair)
-static- End of Confessional Can –static-
Courtney and Margi peeked out from behind the trailer when they heard screaming from the confession booth.
"I thought Lindsey went with Tyler like I told her to." Courtney said, looking skeptically at the booth.
"She did." Margi replied dully. "Justin however, ran in there to hide."
Courtney raised a brow. "Wait so, the person screaming like that is…"
Margi nodded once. "Uh-huh."
Just then Justin fell out of the confession booth and ran hectically screamed as he constantly kept wiping the gore off himself then ran to the small section of the lake and dove in and remained treading water under the dock.
"I will never understand that guy and his bragging right over his looks. It just makes him less attractive." Courtney muttered, but then ducked with her back to the wall of the trailer when another set of patches started flying in their direction. "Damn it! What are we going to do?"
"I'm thinking. I'm thinking." Margi said nervously, then her eyes drifted towards the gate and she saw from a far distance a bunch of walkers limping towards the gate. "Oh poop."
"Think a little faster, please." Courtney said through her teeth.
"Noted." Margi replied as she looked at the hole torn in the gate. She knew that they needed something to block the hole, but what?
Owen couldn't take it anymore. "Every camper of the living for themselves!" He screamed running to the boy's cabins.
Cody, Noah, and DJ exchanged looks before making a run for the cabin too.
"Stand your ground, cowards!" Alejandro shouted after him but then quickly ducked behind the washroom again as another group of wads came flying his way. "Carajo!"
Duncan scoffed. "I don't think you're in a position to talk here man. You're not exactly on the front line being the 'big hero'." Britney kept using her paws to tug on his pants leg, with the dog collar still in her mouth. "Will you stop that?" He asked loudly, trying to shoo Britney away.
Alejandro just looked at him and the raccoon dully. "Coming from a no amigo, who puts his personal feelings over a strategic alliance, your sly comments have no effect on me… not like they ever have."
"What are you rambling on about?" Duncan grunted during his tug of war with the raccoon for his dog collar. "Let go Britney!"
"I may have had my fair share of feminine encounters, but I never was the one to get so personal," Alejandro began.
Duncan scoffed. "Was that before, during or after Heather kneed you in the balls?"
Alejandro glared but continued. "A minor setback, which in time will be dealt with, but I think you should hear me out when I suggest you get a grip on breaking down the main competition instead of wanting to know about their personal feelings. Because if I noticed it, chances are a certaincompañera of yours will have noticed it too and the results, most likely will be bad karma. Take it for someone who actually has done this before."
"Dude, I think I can handle my "personal feelings", on my own. I don't need any advice; especially from someone whose fucked up in that department." Duncan snarled as Britney climbed on top of his head, refusing to let go of the collar.
Alejandro glare darkened, but was replaced with an evil smirk when he noticed that Duncan (while struggling with Britney) was backing up towards the hole in the ground Courtney, Margi and Dakota dug earlier.
"Then, I bid you good luck since you clearly won't need any advice on how to pick yourself out of that hole in the ground." Alejandro said slyly.
"What are you- Ow!" Duncan yelp as Britney clawed sharply at his face. Duncan fell backwards into the rather deep hole and landing on his back with a loud –Thump! - Britney would have been stuck too if she had not jumped off of Duncan's head and landed on the edge of the hole, with the dog collar in her mouth.
Alejandro chuckled before he inconspicuously made his way back to the cabin, despite the elder infected constant screeching.
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Alejandro: I honestly couldn't give a flying fuck about Duncan's personal and quite pitiful undecided feelings towards Courtney. I never really wanted Duncan as the alliance leader; I just want to witness the crushing downfall when Gwen realizes that she is just a mere side dish called, a distraction. Then use it to my advantage. It'll be a piece of pie. Status: critical deviousness
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Eva stayed stoned faced as caught two of the wads, but quickly dropped them as the steam burned her hands. "Agh!" She shouted, before she growled angrily at the elder. "That's it! You're dead!" She screamed then charged towards the elder and tackled him to the ground.
Izzy cartwheeled out of the cabin, with a machete in each hand. "Ooh wrestling sequence, super fun! Here comes Esquire!" She screamed excitingly then summersaulted towards the two and let out a war cry as she landed on one of the elders back patches and used her legs to hold on for dear life. She then started repeatedly stabbed smaller patches on his back, which made him scream louder.
Margi and Courtney's eyes widened at the two actions.
"Well that's one way to keep him at bay." Courtney commented.
"Yeah…hey, where did DJ and the other guy's whose names I forget poof away to?" Margi wondered aloud.
Xoxo
Owen, DJ, and Cody were trembling as he watched the action from outside from the window. Noah however was eyeing the backpacks, pondering.
"Guys, I have an idea, but it's going to cost a few people their grenades from your team Cody." He explained, making his way towards Alejandro backpack but Cody blocked him.
"I can't let you mess with their stuff, they'll blame me." Cody said nervously.
"Dude seriously its either you let us barrow their stuff or you lose your life like the rest of us." Noah said, pointing towards the door.
"Do I have time to revise my will?" Cody asked sheepishly.
DJ put a hand on Cody's shoulder. "Look my brother, if you team gets mad, it's their problem, but if we don't hear Noah out we'll all die because we didn't do the right thing, you feelin' me?"
Cody slowly nodded and moved out of the way. Noah took Cody's backpack and emptied the grenades into Alejandro's backpack.
"Oh, heh-heh, hey Al." Owen said nervously as Alejandro came in. The Spanish man said nothing to him as he rose a brow at Cody, Noah and DJ.
"You know, if you wanted to barrow my supplies for whatever plan you have formed in your great intellect, Noah, all you had to do was ask my permission." Alejandro said calmly. "Whatever it is though, I'm in on it, starting now." He added sternly.
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Noah: The chemicals in those sleep grenades can actually case more harm than you think. Those kinds of gases ignited with flames can result in a massive chemical fire to kill that giant thing outside…and Alejandro without his explosive weapons could have dodge a bullet of him using those grenades on us like Heather did to Courtney. Just like to put that out there. Status: Bonusmissed
Alejandro: Noah probably still does not trust me and thinks I'm a slippery eel, he's right of course. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a grab for my backpack first. But it's sad he thinks stealing my stuff will reduce me to nothing. Too bad that Cody would be weak enough to give into aiding him; the gapped tooth child at heart will not last long this season.
Cody: …I am so dog meat.
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"Hey! I-I can't get out!" Dakota's voice shouted faintly through the door as the handle jiggled. Courtney and Margi tried to pull it open but instead let out a 'yelp' as they quickly jerked their hands away and blew on them.
"Jesus! That burns and not in a turn-on kind of way!" Margi whimpered, and then kept blowing on her hands.
"It's like some gory, scorching, makeshift cement or something." Courtney added, wiping her hands on her jeans.
"Makeshift cement huh?" Margi questioned stared at Old man Hookins' who was still trying to fight out of Eva's headlock and Izzy constantly stabbing of his back, then glanced at the gate.
"Courtney…that gives me a crazed tops wa-zamy of an idea." She chirped, and then gave Courtney the chainsaw. "Try using this to get Dakota out; I've got a plan to death block the gate before any infected find their way in here!"
Margi ran towards the big hole in the gate, making sure to position herself right in front of the hole.
Courtney gasped. "Marg, what are you doing?!"
"Something affectively stupid!" Margi quickly answered then cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted, "Hey, Old man Hookins'! If you're ragging so bad, why don't you take your daddy's used tampons out of your chicken's dung loaded asshole and lick it clean before you shove it up your soggy man pussy! Maybe then you won't jizz out dust when you're jacking off to love tentacle porn on a bootleg disc!"
As Old man Hookins' took in the spiceberry's words, he became enraged. He found his sudden strength again and with his right hand managed to yank both Eva and Izzy off of his back and throw them towards the girl's cabin and they landed on the roof.
Eva sat up rubbing her head then looked up to see three little blue birds swirling over her head. "Will you shut up before I turn you into chicken nuggets?!" She barked while swatting the birds that merely faded into oblivion then winced upon hearing Izzy laughing hysterically.
Izzy sat up and her eyes were swirling. "Let's go again! Let's go again!" She slurred before passing out with a big smile on her face.
In Hookins' left hand was the huge patch that was on his back. It was throbbing. The elder raised the wad over his head with both hands, and was ready to throw it at Margi, that is until a flaming backpack landed on his back causing it to catch fire. In a twist of panic and rage, Old man Hookins' threw the wad in random directions, which happen to fly over and land behind the building with a loud –crash!-.
"What was that?" Geoff asked quietly.
"I don't know, but whatever it was it made those things stop clawing at the door." Gwen answered.
"Should we open it?" Beth asked nervously.
Gwen shook her head. "No way. Their probably pretending to be gone. We take a step out there and bam! We're doomed to turning into one of the infected."
Heather shoved Sierra off her. "Oh pha-lease, since when are you stupid horror flick rules ever apply in real life?" She asked then opened the door to find a huge giant wad of gore blocking the hole and two of the butcher infected still there and on sight charged to the door. Heather let out a scream as she quickly slammed it shut just in time before they could get in. The others quickly joined in blocking the door again as the butchers tried to break it down.
"You were saying?" Gwen snarled with a glare.
"Oh shut your ass." Heather snapped back.
Margi's determined expression went blank as the inflamed elder kept trying to reach for the backpack that burned in his crater where the giant wad once sat, but he couldn't reach it. Then the backpack exploded with sleeping gas, which ignited the flames to cause him more pain. The elder's body burned but he still had to strength to say one last thing.
"You…who are slaves of McLean…will all DIE in SUBMISSION…on behalf of Master Zeke!" Then he fell down dead and his corpse quickly decomposed; and a dark red blood puddle beneath him came out black from the chemical fire.
"Oh no." Courtney muttered before running to her best friend's side. "Margi? Are, you okay?" She asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Margi? Say something."
Margi blank face wouldn't fade. "My death block… for the gate… was counter blocked… that was not supposed to happen." She then spotted the source of the attack. Owen, Noah, Cody, DJ and Alejandro were standing outside of the cabin, and DJ holding a couple of shirts crafted into a homemade slingshot.
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Margi: Well I can't think of anything else to plug the hole with. The bus will just be torn up, the cart train is practically totaled from the challenge, and if I try going after let alone touching that giant wad, I'll burn my hands off. Had DJ not let his fears pressure him to intervene, this nut would've been easier to crack.
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"I do not think that face is a sign of gratitude DJ. It seems to me that you've interrupted a plot of her own design." Alejandro pointed out.
Noah shook his head. "I told you to hold your fire DJ but nooo, completely ignore the guy in charge of the idea."
DJ looked down at the cloth sling shot. "I…I was just trying to…" His gazed then met Margi's eyes. They seemed disenchanted. "…Help." He squeaked.
Margi shook her head at the brick house before following Courtney to the trailer.
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DJ: Aw man. Margi must think I'm a real coward for real. I mean I saw that thing about to throw that giant wad of…God know what that was at her, and I just, panicked. I didn't know she was trying to trick it into blocking the gate with that stuff.
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"Dakota! Stand clear! I'm cutting my way through!" Courtney's voice shouted through the door.
Dakota backed away from the door, gave the 'okay' for Courtney to proceed, and waited. After a second or two the spinning blade came through the top of the door and slowly became to make a horizontal cut, but then a loud sound of an infected came from the other side of the door, followed by loud screams from Courtney and Margi. The chainsaw blade suddenly stopped spinning mid-way across the door.
Dakota looked scared stiff. "Courtney?" She called, picking up the Remington.
No response, just more infected screeching. She made her way to the window and tried to look out but the gore that hit the trailer with thick and she couldn't see a thing.
"I've gotta find my way outside." Dakota tried to door again but it still wouldn't budge.
Carter shot the infected girl between the eyes before she could crawl in through the windshield. "How much further?!" He asked, while reloading.
"Not far!" Ray shouted, then ran over two more infected that tried to charge towards the truck. "It's the next street, leads straight to the dirt road and right down to the camp!"
"Good! Cause I really don't want to use anymore bullets than I have to." Just then a female infected crashed through the passenger's window and tried to make a grab for him, but he quickly put the Glock to her head and [PAW!] ended up getting her blood on his face. "…Starting now." He added dully.
"I told you to keep your mask on." Ray laughed and gave the wheel a sharp turn to the right, making the decease body fall off the truck before speeding up.
"Girls!? New besties?!... Anyone?! What's going on out there?!" Dakota kept trying but no answer just more zombie screeching.
Something tapped her shoulder. Dakota spun around aiming the shotgun at the intruder and jumped back on the sight of it being Willis dangling on the ceiling with one optic nerve sticking to it. The eyeball was now the size of a tennis ball. He used his other optic nerves to motion Dakota to move out of the way.
Dakota had her finger on the trigger, mentally deciding on whether to shoot the eyeball or not. Willis motioned her with one of his optic nerves to move out of the way again. Dakota in complete silence slowly moved from in front of the door and watched to see what the body part would do.
Willis started at the door for a moment or two before his pupil size grew and he shot out hot tears at the door, getting the salt water all over it. After a minute or two he stopped, used his optic nerve to carefully turn the handle on the door and push it open.
Dakota looked dumbfounded. Willis's tears melted the gore off the door so she could get out. But how did he know how to do that?
Will hopped down from the ceiling, stood up himself up like a daddy long leg spider, and crawled out the door, but not before grabbing Dakota by her wrist and pulling her outside with him.
Dakota's POV
I…I don't know what to do. Everything in my vision went like in slow motion. I couldn't move from those steps and my brain was telling me to do something but my body was practically frozen. Everything I saw was like that terrible scene of the horror flick, where everyone in the group is at a panic and all hope is lost. My stomach was turning in knots because of the fact this is all really overwhelming even for me. In my mind this would be the part where some heroine came along and saved everyone.
Kay, that eyeball being able to do all of that is one freak out fake out but what's happening outside, is just, alarming. My eyes took in the tot's terrible sight as I see two of those infected things with sharp ended like bones for hands that could run really fast trying to break into the boys cabin. Also, the cabin was totally fogged up with white smoke from those sleepy grenades and the guys repeatedly shouting 'it's not working!' and 'we're going to die!'
The tacky main lounge covered with that dis-gross-ting goop that hit the trailer and those slower like zombies were ramming at the door. That creepy elder guy, whatever his name was, laid on the ground dead and on fire. Chef was standing outside Chris's tent and using a flamethrower to burn the slower zombies, but it took a moment or two before they fell down dead. Chris was behind him, yelling on his walkie-talkie.
I saw Courtney and Margi standing back to back using wooden paddles to swat at two more of those infected with no arms that came closer them. For some weird reason I spotted a raccoon clawing at another handless infected and trying to keep away from the hole in the ground, we dug earlier. Margi saw me, shouted my name, and kept telling me to shoot but for some twisted reason I just didn't budge.
Suddenly, out of nowhere I was knocked to the ground and then came a sharp pain from the back of my left leg. I sat up, clutching it, rocking back and forth. What just happened? This pain is so unbearable! I've never been injured physically before in my life. Something or someone's shadow hovered over me, I slowly looked up to see a dude infected, with black hair, pale green skin, wearing a ripped up blood coded wife beater, and ugh, tasteless puke lactose green worn out ripped jeans, was towering me. Suddenly it let another screech. Oh god! Up close it hurts so badly and I covered my ears.
That infected was about to make a grab for me when Willis out of nowhere starts slapping it back with his tentacle thingy's then sprayed it with I guess water and it burned that guys face. I'd tell you what else is happening but…now I feel tired…everything is going… black and white…I can't keep my eyes open much longer. Ouch! What happened to the back of my leg? I turned my leg to get a good look and spotted a row of bloody teeth marks and the skin around the bite turning orange, before everything went dark…uh-oh… I wanted to act out character deaths, not die for real!
Margi's POV
Courtney and I kept trying to swat at these guys but they were just too fast. These paddles aren't going to stay in one piece for much longer. These two tried to take us by surprise earlier while we attempted to get Dakota out of the trailer. Somehow, we maneuvered from the trailer, to the washroom; all while picking up these paddles that flew out of the exploded boathouse. These infected with no forearms had sharped radial bones and were clawing them at us.
I spotted Dakota and she somehow got out of the trailer, but she just stood there with the Remington in her hands and her eyes widened.
"Dakota! Don't stare, shoot these bastards!" I called, the dodged another swing from this forearmed maniac. Dakota didn't budge. Fuck! From the look of it I think she's in shock. Awe damn it! This is exactly what I was afraid would happening to her.
I glared at the infected in front of me, focused carefully as I found that bloody shit head's pressure points, dropped the paddle, and clutched my fist tightly as I gave five swift punches to the armpits and its sharpened radial bones, so they couldn't move. Then I caught my opening and preformed a flying scissor kick to his chest to knock him down, and without thinking about it, I stomped on its face…and got blood on my good boots from the projectile bleeding! Yuck! I'll just have to worry about that later.
I quickly turned my glance to Courtney who was not too far from me, just knocked the other handless infected down on the ground and slammed the paddle on his face, which made him good limp. Awesomeness, but Britney for some reason was playing guard dog in front of the hole we dug earlier. Courtney must have had the same thought as I did because she approached the hole and gasped at something before climbing down in it, and Britney followed suit. Guess she saw something important down there.
Now, back to Dakota who was lying on the ground holding her leg while in a fetal position- OH! MY! REALIZATION!
"Dakota!" I called running to her. She wouldn't answer me, she's not even moving. I placed the back of my hand on her forehead. She's running a high temp. Then I spotted her hands clutching to her left leg and I removed her hands… and saw fresh blood, and deep teeth marks.
No. This can't be happening… but… where is her attacker?
"Ow!" I cried as something swiftly clicked my shoulder. I whirred around to catch a glimpse of black, white, green and pale skin, but it was running around so Tasmanian Devil fast I couldn't make heads or tails of what type of infected he or she was. Something flew off it and landed by my foot. It was my little Willis, and he grew again. Wiggy.
I would have been on his case as to why he's ventured out of his jar into the open, but I'm feeling a little woozy, plus that pain on my shoulder. I used my free hand to rub it. Bad idea. It was sore! I quickly pulled my hand away and froze on the sight of blood.
"Oh…bloody flapjacks." I muttered before everything in my vision started spinning and going black and white. I picked up the Remington out of Dakota's other hand, stood over her, and took aim of the infected in front of the guys cabin, took aim and-
"Ye-ouch!" I screamed as the soreness in my shoulder turned into stabbing agony. "Fuck!"
My eyes drifted back down to Dakota but…she was not in black and white like everything else in my vision. Her entire body was hot pink just like her signature aura color. I've never been able to see souls that well before. However, that makes no sense, she's been infected and her aura should be exiting her body, retreating to the heavens or hell, depending on the soul Dawn taught me. The infected auras are just blanks…they are soulless puppets unless…unless…too tired to think… everything going dark… just realized that might not be a cut on my shoulder… also that I figured out what Hookins' was talking about.
His current target isn't the cast, its people who worked for McLean to add to his army… and God is about to hit my power off button as I drop to my knees and fall flat on my face… I can't even feel the impact of the ground…oops.
Duncan's POV
"Duncan, what are you doing down here? Duncan? Open your eyes! Duncan!" I heard Courtney's voice call, making my head throb. God that hurts!
"Not so loud!" I hissed quietly. I slowly opened my eyes, giving them time to adjust to the dark and met her soft onyx eyes staring down at me. Damn those eyes, those freckles, they are just the small parts of her that were not lies. Britney then popped up from behind her head with her teeth still clutching onto my collar.
I'll kill that little raccoon when I get my hands on her. "A-hem." Courtney huffed getting my attention. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing down here? If you're hiding in this hole, it's a death sentence if one of the infected jump down here, ya know."
I rolled my eyes. I didn't have time for her. "Oh suuure suicide is exactly what I was going for." I said sarcastically before shooting her a glare. "What the hell does it look like? Your Britney kept scratching my face until she knocked me down backwards into this hole, I hit my head, and she took my collar!"
Courtney just folded her arms and eyed me strangely before her eyes drifted to Britney. Then she did something I wasn't expecting, she made these clicking sounds with her tongue, almost like she was trying to speak raccoon, and pointed at me.
Britney's ears drooped and she jumped off Courtney's head and landed on my lap as I sat up. She then slowly sat my collar down before scurrying back to Courtney and hiding behind her leg.
Then a thought came across my mind. "Did you tell Britney to go after me earlier?"
Courtney raised a bow. "Huh?"
"Did you sic that miniature you on me as payback?" I asked louder standing up.
"Payback for…" Courtney trailed shaking her head.
I scoffed. Now she's trying to pull a Lindsey. "Payback for the green jelly prank Gwen and I did two days ago-
"That was you two?!" She asked sounding surprised. "I thought it was Chris!" Courtney gasped as a dark glared appeared on her face. Oh crap.
When I didn't reply she continued. "After I helped you conquer your crazy phobia you toy with mine?! What, you thought it would be funny to see if my phobia was real or not?!" The mixture of anger and hurt was written all over her face.
"Uh…yes?" Was all I could spit out? Say something else Duncan. "Courtney I-
"Don't want to hear it." She spat sternly, cutting me off. Courtney rubbed her temples for a second or two before she went on. "You know, if anything I thought you would have been happy about all this."
What? Happy? Is she serious? "Are you kidding me? You'd expect me to be happy that you've been lying to me for almost three years. That's insanity Princess."
She wince a bit when I said that nickname again much to her annoyance, but quickly shook it off, but her glare slackened. "I thought, you would be happy that it wasn't really me being hateful to you since leaving you with a sprained ankle." I examined her face for any hint of her trying to lie to me again. Nothing. She spoke up again.
"Duncan that girl who you fell for that summer, who helped you raid the camp kitchen…that was me Duncan. ALL ME." She emphasized putting her bandaged hand on her heart.
I shook my head. Lies. Just more Lies.
Courtney noticed my doubt and narrowed her eyes to a slit. "Oh. You don't believe me? Well taste this then. The people who of which created me saw how much people paid attention to us in a positive way, so you know what they did? Nothing. They wanted to leave me be and let me confess to you that there is more to me that meets the eye because they thought our time on the show would be a onetime summer thing."
Courtney paused from her rant as she bit her lower lip as tears began to swell up and she looked to the sky. "But then, Chris tells me I'm coming back next season and the old writers have retired, and these new writers were informed about me and ruined everything! The producers only cared about the ratings so they didn't object. They changed my entire personality into a preppy version of Heather when they realized she was going soft because of her distraction by her well-deserved baldness! Hell, the character the old writes and I created together was nothing like me anymore-"
An infected screeching, sounding a bit too close for comfort cut her off. Courtney averted her eyes from mine as she looked at her feet.
I just stood there dumbstruck with my back to the wall of the hole. For some reason I couldn't find any words to say. Wait. What did she mean the character was 'nothing like her anymore'? I thought she said everything I knew about her was a lie. Was she just saying that to throw me off? To push me away? Why? I need more answers.
Courtney then looked at me again with those deep onyx eyes, and then slowly her glare returned. "Why am I explaining my actions to you? You and everyone else just think I'm just a load of bullshit anyways." She spat before picking something off the ground. It was a clay coded shovel.
I put my hands up in surrender. I thought for sure she was going to hit me with it when she lifted it over her head, but instead she stabbed the ground so the digging tool with handle up straight. Now what is she doing?
My question was answered as she jumped onto the handle of the shovel and balanced her feet firmly on it, holding her hands out and waving them slightly to keep her balance steady. Britney climbed onto Courtney's shoulder, gave me a quick hiss before hopping off her and out of the hole.
"Courtney wait!" I finally managed to get out. She glared at me. "What did you mean by your character is nothing like you anymore?"
Courtney eyes drifted to the left in thought, my guess trying to think of how to answer me. Strangely, her expression went blank when she looked at me again. "That Duncan, is the correct question." She answered before leaping out of the hole.
'The correct question.' What does she mean by that? ...I hate it when that girl leaves me mind fucked. Need to get out of this hole in the ground. I spotted some rocks firmly attached to the wall of the hole and decided to climb up; I mean no point of staying down here.
"No. No! NO!" I heard Courtney's voice scream. Then I heard the sound of a… vehicle, music, and gunfire? I finally climbed up ledge, and saw Courtney silently weeping over that friend of hers Margi and Dakota who seemed to remain lifeless on the ground and I think I see bite marks, the infected that managed to get in laid limp on the ground. There were some infected lying dead all over the ground too.
There was a black pick-up truck with two guys in it block that hole in the gate; a bunch of walkers keep slamming their arms on it. Luckily walkers aren't all that smart with moving objects.
Damn, how long was I down here for all this to happen? One guy came out of the truck, looking like Mr. Peanut or something and I guess they worked for Chris since he came running towards them yelling something I didn't care about.
"Agh!" I suddenly found myself shoved forward onto my knees and clutching the back of my neck. Something scratched me. Okay that scratch is really starting to hurt, crap and it's bleeding… oh hell… I felt teeth marks…
I looked up; some infected with no forearms was walking away from me and creeping up behind Courtney. I would have called out but, damn, I feel tired…and everything is going black and white… gotta stay awake… but I can't feel…anything. This is so not how I want to die… the last thing I saw before blacking out was that infected tackling her and…ugh…my head…
Courtney's POV
I kicked myself off the shovel with what strength I had, to get out of that hole in the ground and away from Duncan. I landed on hands and knees first. I shouldn't be explaining anything to him. How dare he still call me a liar! Does he really think I never cared about him to begin with? What more proof does he need? The little patch of tears that swelled up in my eyes fell out onto the dirt.
No! Focus Courtney. Now isn't the time to let your personal emotions distract you. Remember what Margi says. You know who you are, don't care what the rest of the world thinks. Wait a sec. Why don't I hear her right now? Why don't I hear anything right now except the infected and the others panicking?
I looked up and my heart literally shattered and came crashing down into my stomach to burn in its acids. There lay Margi on the ground, with blood on her shoulder, limp. Next to her was Dakota, she was limp too.
Fresh tears burned through my eyes and everything else around me, the others pinned down in the main lounge and the cabins screaming, Chris and Chef shouting my name, the mob of walkers only a few feet away from the gate, disappeared. I swiftly found my way to their side and knelt down to check their pulses. It was very weak but still there, but my heart dissolved into nothing, when my eyes spotted a deep row of teeth marks on the back of Margi's shoulder, and teeth marks on Dakota left leg.
"No. No! NO!" I screamed. This cannot happen it just can't. My lifelong friend and a naïve girl who was just crying for attention were about to turn into, them. I don't know what do… what can I do? When they wake up… I would have to…I couldn't.
The sounds of gunfire, tire skits from a closing in vehicle and music snapped me out of my shock and grief. What was that?
I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I looked up and saw something I wasn't remotely expecting. A black pick-up truck with three infected climbing on it, but due to the constant swerving all of them fell off heading this way. I had to then duck when the passenger poked out the window and started shooting in this direction, but the targets were the two infected with no arms clawing at the guy's cabin. Wow, whoever that is, he's a good shot.
One more infected with those sharpened radial arms, upon hearing the gun shots, came running from behind the main lounge and charged towards us. But just as they were a few feet away from us, four more bullets flew in their direction, piercing one in the face and rib and the other twice in the chest. That mysterious gunman is really amazing.
I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will
'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill
I can't get enough, I can't get the thrill
I shoot to thrill, play to kill
Yeah, pull the trigger
Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull the trigger
The music died down when the truck crashed into the hole, trampling three walkers just as they were limping in. The rest outside the fence were waving their arms and screeching trying to find another way in, but they seemed very one sided and kept going for the hole.
"What the what?" I muttered. Then a smile spread on my face when I spotted a top hat from the driver. Ray. Who is that other guy with him though? He looked like he was dressed for the J.I Joe convention or something. If he didn't have that full-face respirator on… Margi could point him out on the spot for me. Ray must have found this guy on the island or something.
"Finally!" Chris shouted coming out of the tent and stomping towards truck, and then chucked his walkie-talkie on the ground. "Where the hell have you been?! Do you have any idea how many times I was trying to reach you?! Do you not see all those infected at the gate and how close they all could have got inside?! My budget was at stake here."
Ray casually hoped out of the driver seat, glanced at the infected, and just shrugged. The other guy, had one hand on his heart, and as if he was trying to prevent himself from having a heart attack from Ray's driving. He slowly got out of the truck, went to the power box near the gate, and took out some tools from his backpack.
My mind slightly wondered to Chris that he was trying to reach sector B. Sector B on Wawanakwa Island is located at the lighthouse on the other side of the island. Playa De Losers is Chris's home and labeled sector D. Why didn't sector B answer Chris? My thoughts were interrupted on hearing Margi's voice.
"Cour…Co…co?" I looked down, and more tears (this time of joy) escaped as met a pair of sleepy golden eyes. I sat her up on my lap and Dakota began to stir. I hesitated, but grabbed her hand to let her know I was here. She slowly opened her eyes; they were still green so that's a good sign…
Margi gave me a half-smile but it quickly withered away into a fearful expression. "Uhh-hind vou…" She muttered, still drossy.
"What? Speak up Marg." I placed my hand on her forehead. She has a fever.
"Behind you…" Margi whispered, before she blacked out again. Huh?
I looked behind me and the next thing I knew, I was pushed down and my arms pinned down by a pair of sharpened radial bones and felt a set of teeth trying to dig into my left side. Even though my eyes were looking at the sky, quickly my mind processed what was happening to me and then my feet woke up, and I swiftly kicked him backwards off of me. I must have broken something because I heard a loud –CRACK! - and him screeching out, before he went silent.
I sat up and looked down at the infected male that had black hair, pale green skin, a white wife-beater, and green jeans and there was an arrow in the back of his neck with blood dripping out. I didn't do that.
"Courtney!" Ray ran towards me, with a crossbow in his hands and knelt down to my level. "Are you okay? Did he bite you?" I lifted my tank top enough to see where it tried to get me, but I didn't see any bite marks. I shook my head. "Okay, good…" He patted my shoulder before helping Margi and Dakota sit up.
I turned my attention back to that infected guy and something was sticking out of his pants pocket. It was a small tablet. I took the device out, but not before giving that infected a swift kick in his side. Yep he's dead. On the tablet's screen was the play symbol along with Ezekiel smug infected face; I'm guessing this is a message, luckily the battery is nearly full. I stuck it into my own pocket for later.
"Mother of God, I feel like my soul just got ripped out of my body and thrown back in." Margi grumbled while rubbing her head.
"Kay I officially draw the line at being rescued by Mr. Peanut and J.I Joke then having the part of my leg that was bitten turn orange. New plan, stop the Earth, I'm totally getting off." Dakota complained, throwing one hand in the air and still clutching her leg with the other.
Ray ignored her comment as he observed them. "Do either of you feel any signs of nausea? Craving for flesh and blood? Uncontrollable want to kill? Seeing red?"
"Nope, just black and white, blacked out, and now I have a headache," Margi answered before yawning. "and a lack of sleep ache." Willis popped up from behind her and sat on her lap. "Hey there escapee… you had another growth spout."
Dakota scoffed. "That thing did more than just grow, it freaked me out. I squirted this hot tears out of its, eye, melting that goop off the door so I could get outside, then attacked that infected guy." She then shuddered.
Margi expression brightened. "Really? Oh I wish I could have seen that! Yes I could! Yes I could!" She cooed gently scratching the eyeballs eyelid.
Ray nodded. "Interesting…" He muttered then took out a magnifying glass and started studying Willis who was crawling around on Margi's lap.
Margi smirked. "I'd say its' more like rad as fuck but okay, interesting is a settle way of putting it, Mr. Peanut." She joked.
Ray just chucked and ruffled her hair making her playfully swat his hand away then fixed her hair back again. I smiled. Thank God Margi is alive; for a moment or two I thought she was going to turn into-
"As much as I love listening to your boring little," Chris made a circling hand gesture towards us. "Whatever the hell this friend-ish bonding crap is, we have another problem." He said, jabbing his thumb behind him.
"Can anyone tell me why I'm holding this back by myself?!" Chef shouted, while pushing again the hood of the truck, while the walkers were all bunched up on the tailgate trying to push it forward. Uh oh. "And Tom!" Chef barked at the masked man. "Hurry up with that control box for the fence!"
The masked man who was I guess is Tom, took his face- respirator off and glared at Chef. "The lack of wires being intact in this cheap thing makes it difficult and that's not my real name!" He shouted back before continuing his work on the power box.
Margi smiled brightly and waved. "Heyyyyy Carteeerr!"
That wasn't Tom, his real name is Carter; he, Margi, Ray and I usually test the physical challenges together and in time the four of us became the closest of all the friends Marg and I made in our fellow internship peers… I met Carter when he was known as Tom but it was just for that one small part of my audition tape. Unfortunately for him, that's the name Chris and Chef use to address him ever since, much to his annoyance. Carter smiled at us and was about to speak when Chef cut him off.
"Just fix the damn fence before I come over there and tear your eyeballs out, turn em around and have em lookin' at ya while I shove your head so far up yo ass, that every time you take a shit you'll end usin' yo mouth as a poop wagon!" Chef barked at him before glaring at us. "That goes for ya'll little demons too! Now get over here and hold em back!" He added before letting out an 'oof' when the walker gave the truck a good shove.
"Pff, I've uttered worse threats." Margi snorted before stretching and getting up. "Alright Chef-itch keep your raisin balls tucked between your legs we're coming." She huffed, gave me a quick wink before she, Ray and Dakota joined in on holding the truck in place. Well Ray and Margi pushed on the hood, Dakota barely touched it because of the blood all over it.
Willis the eyeball wrapped himself around Margi's wrist. How did he get so mobile than he was to begin with? I'll have to talk to Marg about that thing later.
I was about to go and help but Chris held a hand up to stop me. "Not so fast, Grippling. You have another situation to deal with." He said, giving me a pistol. "Need you to shoot."
I examined the gun and cocked a brow at Chris. "So, you want me to cover the others in case the walkers get through? Not sure why you think that's' necessary. They aren't exactly putting up much of a fight unless the others let go."
Chris let out a chuckle. "Oh naïve little Courtney. No, all you little girl need to do, is put a bullet between Duncan's eyes."
"WHAT?!" I screamed, and I almost dropped the gun fumbling in my hands. He can't be serious.
"Well yeah, we can't have an infected cast member walking around here. Besides, Margi and Dakota not turning is just dumb luck if you ask me." Chris shrugged. "Make sure you do it execution style so your license to kill death toll doesn't seem so blank." No way, he's so serious. "Go on." He ordered, pointing to Duncan.
I heard Britney's distress calls and looked up to see her licking Duncan's face. He was lying on his side, motionless. That's exactly how Margi and Dakota were before they woke up. I knelt down next to him and my eyes kept drifting from him to the pistol in my hand. Am I really about to do this?
"Don't shoot, Coco!" Margi yelled in a warning tone. "Don't shoot!"
"Uhh…" Duncan moaned as he began to stir. I gasped and aimed the pistol at his face. Britney ears dropped.
Chris tapped the watch on his wrist. "Tick-tock Grippling. He's going to wake up and from the sound of it, I don't think he made it."
"Chris doesn't know what he's talking about!" Margi countered. "His aura is still there! Don't shoot!"
"He's already dead Grippling. Might as well put him out of his misery." Chris edged me further.
I pulled back the slide on top of barrel to load bullet into the firing chamber when Duncan rolled onto his back. Come on, if he'd just open his eyes…
"I'm not asking you anymore, I'm ordering you, shoot him." Chris said sternly.
"No Courtney, don't!" Margi shouted. Then both of them started yelling orders to me back and forth as Duncan let out a growl while trying to sit up my finger found its way to the trigger and-
"We have voltage!" Carter yelled over them before connecting a red wire to a blue wire and the electric fence turned on, right when the others let go of the truck and hid behind the trailer with the exception of Duncan, Britney and I. The voltage not only barbequed the walkers, but fried the truck too causing the engine to blow up followed by Margi shouting 'Ka-BLAM!' Something else exploded behind the main lounge and made a sloshing sound, my guess was that giant wad landed on the fence.
At the same time I pulled the trigger- [PAW! PAW! PAW!] … and I shot the ground near Duncan three times, causing him to spring up in fright of the gunfire. He looked around frantically and his eyes landed on me. They were still that beautiful shade of teal… no, not beautiful, I mean that they aren't red like the infected, which are disgusting… okay I admit his teal eyes are deep and hypnotic but I wouldn't admit that to him, so he could have something to rub in.
"Well would you look at that; third times lucky. He's isn't turning." Chris commented. Goddammit I hate how nonchalant he is.
"I told your cat-wig self he wasn't turning. I was right again!" Margi bragged at Chris making him send her a glare. "Blam, Mcjizz!" She laughed in his face.
"Courtney what the hell- ow! My head!" Duncan grunted, clutching his head as he dropped to his knees. I put a hand on his shoulder and his eyes met mine again. "What just happened?" He asked, sounding raspy.
"You okay; feel like you're still with us?" I asked out of nowhere. He hesitated for a moment then nodded and I suddenly let out a long exhale. Whoa, how long was I holding my breath? Duncan just stared at me and not in a hateful kind of way; it's almost as if he was trying to read me, his eyes piercing into my soul.
I don't think he really is all that mad at me as he was making it out to be…and I don't thing I was all that wanting to avoid him…no, snap out of it Courtney. I broke the eye contact first and realized my bad hand was still on his shoulder and quickly retracted it.
I then heard Margi suddenly gasped. "Coco, behind you, part two!"
I spun around only to meet a radial bone to the face knocking me down, then before I could react I felt teeth dig into my right side. I let out a yelp in agony, trying to struggle free as the teeth quickly sunk in deeper and I felt blood start to pour out.
"Let go of her!" I heard Duncan shout before something knocked the infected off of me, then I heard a couple of gun shots. I tilted my head up and there Duncan was with the pistol aimed at the infected, who was now on the ground, limp.
Duncan knelt down to me and open his mouth to speak but I didn't hear anything. Ugh! The pain in my side! I shut my eyes tightly as I held my side, I opened them again and everything was spinning, my vision was black and white like a dog, a loud ringing sound came to my ear and Chris, Chef, Dakota, Ray, Carter and Duncan gathered around looking down at me. All of them, even Duncan full of concern.
Margi shoved them out of her way as she knelt down next to me. Even though I couldn't hear I saw her mouth 'give her some space'. She then took off her jacket and used it to apply pressure to my bite. Gah! It hurts so badly! I shut my eyes tightly again and when I opened them again everything was still in black and white, but the people surrounding me were all in inferred vision. What… is… happening to me?
"Courtney!" I barely heard Margi shout. "Hold on! Courtney, please hold on!"
Everything is getting darker…and darker…and I feel sooo tired…deathly tired. The last thing I saw was a pair of golden hazel eyes, filled with tears staring down at me before all went black.
The last thing I heard though was Chris saying calmly but nervously, "I am afraid that fourth times the charm is going to be a miracle folks. We'll be right back on Total…" Getting faint. "Dead…" Silence.
I know, don't say it. I am the worst for ending part two with a cliffy, but I had to end it here. I was so swamped it took me forever to update this-
Margi: Damn it woman! Update this, NOW! You up and killed Courtney didn't ya!?
Me: Margi I-
Margi: Didn't you?!
Me: Marg-
Margi: (Points a finger in my face) Confess woman!
Me: MARGI! (Gestures to the exit stage left) Courtney is right there.
Courtney: (waves awkwardly) I went to the bathroom and I was only gone for five minutes. (Gets glomped by a crying Margi) Marg it was only five minutes.
Margi: Don't EVER die on me again! (Squeezes Courtney tighter)
Courtney: I didn't have diarrhea or anything. I just drank too much soda and you are hugging me too tight.
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