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 10: Vengeance Is Blood

Courtney's POV

Uggh... what struck me? My head is pounding. Everything was quiet…deathly quiet. God and it smells like puke and blood! I opened my eyes but all I see is darkness. Jet. Black. Darkness. I could tell I was still lying on my back but my body feels numb, sleepy, as if I was shutting down…am I dying?

Or am I already gone? Waiting for my fate to be decide-

"Courtney? Courtney!?" That sounded like Margi voice echoing in…where am I anyway?

I can't even move my arms and legs they were stretched out wide with what felt like a restraint. The hell is going on here?

"Margi?!" I called; I heard her voice echo back. It started out low but grew louder and more anxious.

"Courtney! No! Hold on, Courtney! Hold on! (Hold on!)" Her voice cried in echoes for a while before it grew quiet once more.

Hold on. Those two words have been the vain of my existence.

Ever since I found out I was stuck in this industry trying to get out, my parents told me to 'hold on and wait we'll figure it out'. I've come too far in this hellhole of a television industry to just drop dead at the same place I started. I wish I'd never signed up for this stupid overrated pleaser to the masses. What was I thinking three years ago?

"Gah! Ouch!" I cried as a sharp pain came from my side. My reflex was to clutch the source of my pain but my hands felt tied down tightly in an outstretch position. "Hello? Anyone?" I called. No one answered.

Suddenly a bright light appeared behind a short figure's back just a few feet in front of me. I gave my eyes a chance to adjust but I couldn't make out who that was standing there but I could see that I was tied down with tree vines; the kind you'd find in a swamp.

I wiggled my wrists and ankles but my body still felt too weak to break free. I turned my attention to the figure in front of me. It was too clumpy looking to be Margi and the posture was entirely too limp to be Chris or Dakota.

"Who…who are you?" I asked quietly.

The figure walked forward revealing himself. "The guy who just jeop-OR-dized yor' chances of livin', eh?"

"What is this Ezekiel?" I demanded while struggling on trying to pull on the restraints. I had to stop because with every tug, the vines restraint became even tighter and stretched me wider. Damn it this hurts. Have to stay still.

"Stugglin' ain't gonna do you no good. You're trapped, eh." Ezekiel sneered before walking towards me and looked down at me with a smug face.

"Clearly." I huffed in sarcasm. "Where am I prairie boy?"

"Don't woory about it, ya nob." Ezekiel laughed spitefully. "For some reason you, Duncan, and yur winches aren't turning like you should."

"My teammates are NOT winches and I suggest you don't address them as such." I sternly retorted.

"Well yur still tied down by swamp vines so you aren't in place to bossin' me round." Ezekiel crouched down and grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulling on it forcing me to look him in the eye. "So I suggest you'd shut your ass and let the man do the talkin. Like my dad always says," He paused to spit a wad of blood in a random direction before glaring at me again. "Women are best for lookin' purty, not flappin' ther' lips."

Hold back the eye roll Courtney. "You really think this is going to make you dominate over Chris, over the rest of us, the producers and the public?" I asked him with a sneer.

"Sure is lookin' that way, eh, and there ain't nothin' you or your little girly squad can do about it." Ezekiel

"Oh give me a fucking break!" I spat. "The mutant abilities have done nothing but made you a coward sending a bunch of mindless blanks you plagued up to do your dirty work while you kick back trying to find your brain by picking your nose."

In response, Ezekiel yanked my head back and his other hand grabbed my neck tightly. "I didn't say Chris was my target eh." He whispered, as fog came out of his mouth with each word. Ugh! His breathe smells so harsh!

"I hope you do not simply think winning a pitiful wad of pocket change is worth all this shit you put everyone through." I crocked out.

For some reason Ezekiel face went puzzled as if he didn't have a clue what I was talking about. Isn't the money what he wanted? Last time I checked, his desperate determination at the volcano proved that true.

"I thought ya was supposed to be the smart wand, eh? Guess even you have yur weak mindedness from time to time." He hissed before that dark glare return and he finally released my hair. I called my moment of relief too soon because he grabbed my bitten flesh and tighten his grip around my neck.

I opened my mouth to scream but I couldn't breathe. Then something weird…okay weirder happened. Everything in my vision went all blurry and scratchy and when it cleared Zeke put two fingers to my upper lip and when he pulled away, there were drops of blood on it. Did that just come out of my mouth?

"Courtney... our time toogethar' grows shors…so lisin close eh… cause I'm only gonna say this one…time…" Ezekiel began. He opened his mouth to say something else but in a blink of an eye, Margi appeared on top of me instead in the same hold as he was with a stern look on her face despite the tears coming out.

How did she? I blinked twice. "Margi?-"

"You're not stabilizing… only one hope left… I just hope Dawn can forgive me for what I'm about to use." Margi whispered to herself then looked down at me. "If you can hear me in there somewhere…you're gonna be okay when you wake up Court. Just trust me." She said with as much confidence as she could muster.

Dawn? Forgive Margi about what? Am I asleep? Is Margi the hallucination or Zeke? What's going on here?

Then just as quickly as she came, Zeke reappeared in her place. "There is mor' to mi plans that meets the eye." His released his grip from my neck only to draw a knife from his back pocket and he stroked the blade with his index and middle finger.

Once again, Margi appeared but she was holding an injection needle filled with a blue serum and she plucked the tip of the needle to check if the needle was good to use. She used her knuckles to wipe her eyes though more tear came soon after. Then she looked at my bite and in an instant Zeke appeared again, glaring at it instead.

"I have to spread this infection; first the island, then the world will finally respect ME…even if the world don't feel like it … but I can't have anyone who won't turn in ma way eh. That's why I'm comin' for ya, all of ya." Ezekiel hissed.

Is he really doing all of this just to win the game? What is wrong with him?

"I think that volcanos think air must have clouded your mind." I croaked. "You're wasting time and lives for nothing. I don't care what this means to you…no one will let you win!" I felt my body tense up and my vision getting blurry but I could still see clear enough what was happening in front of me.

Though I could barely see it, his nasty smile crept up on his face. "I doubt you wuld eh. But one thing I will guarantee…" He hissed as he pulled his arm back, aiming the knife for the bite. Oh God no.

"Since you, yor' winches and yor' Duncan minds will not just give in willin'ly… I promise before the season is done… I will get wut I want and you…Will…SUFFER!" He barked as a constant rapid flash between him and Margi as she injected my bite with the needle and he stabbed me with the knife and just like that its pitch black again.

I let out a scream when I felt the contact of the needle…the knife… whatever that was digging deep into my side and it hurt more coming back out! Jesus Christ that hurts! I stopped screaming and began hyperventilating which didn't help either; all I heard was the sound of my gasping going on for what felt like forever before I finally regain my composure and stopped. Then after what felt like an eternity, I heard Ezekiel's voice in a dark raspy whisper into my ear.

"My revenge may cost my own life eh, but I will earn respect through your fear … dig many graves along the way… and engrave the fallen …with their blood."

With that being the last I heard of him, a small light appeared over me and it grew brighter and I heard Margi's voice saying something it sounded like…


"Damn it, RAY, will you please take that light out of her face? We're trying to wake her up without the risk of burning her retinas in the process. The last thing we need is her alive but blind as a bat!" Margi huffed, pushing a flashlight out of my eyes and I saw she was hovering over me. "Courtney…you still with us?"

Wait… so all of that was just a hallucination? All of it? It felt so real. The stabbing, the vines, Ezekiel's rancid breath... Margi injecting me with some weird serum…this is all too much. I adjusted my eyes and blink like seven times before my sights became clear. There she was; straddling on top me... like she waiting for something to happen.

I wanted to reach up and touch her face to see if she was real, but when I lifted my arm, it wouldn't budge. My head snapped to the left and spotted metal on my wrist. It was a handcuff. I slowly turned to my right arm; it's retrained by hand cuffs. I tugged on my legs slightly; I felt cuffs on them too.

My eyes wandered around and adjusted to the surroundings. I'm in the medical tent; at camp. But… why am I cuffed down to the bed? What did I do while I was out to make them restrain me like this?

"Courtney. Courtney!" Margi called, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes. I just stared at her. "Courtney, come on, talk to me." She tried again. "Your silence is starting to make my nerves bad."

It took what felt like an eternity before I could find my words. "Margi…you tell me right now why I am tied down like a wild animal and while you're at it… release me." I quietly demanded.

"Oh thank God." Margi sighed then laid her head down on my stomach and I felt one of her arms gently wrap around my waist and the other rest on my stomach. My guess she was trying to hug me without hurting me.

"Well I'll be damned; she's alive." Ray said, smiling down at me while pushing some hair out of my face.

"Yeah, I'm not dead yet. Now about the cuffs…" I trailed when both look away from me trying to hide their uneasy expressions. "What?" I asked a bit louder.

"We…uhhhh…can't do that." Margi said, looking down at her twiddling fingers.

"Why not?" I asked her feeling my blood boil. "You're just as infected as I am." This makes no sense and it is very unfair. I want out damn it.

"Why do you think I'm still sitting on you?" Margi lifted her left arm and she was wearing handcuffs that clamped to my med beds handlebars too. "Besides, I don't have the keys, Chef-itch does and Chris told him to keep all four of us under lockdown from the others since you fell out and went through…stuff." She hesitated on the last word.

"What do you mean- going through what?" I asked.

"Nothing – nothing!" She quickly stammered. "Just your body tensed up while you were out and I just gave you something to relax that's all." Margi explained showing me the now empty hypothermic needle before sitting it aside.

That is the same one when I saw Zeke and that knife. Okay so that's real…and I now I feel like mush so whatever that was worked and well.

Margi went on. "Then I quickly cleaned and wrapped up your wound before any other infections set in… apart from the one you obviously have."

Okay pause… two seconds ago Margi was all tearing up before I blacked out and from the looks of it could barely hold it together, and now she's acting like this is just another one of my no biggie injuries. Nevertheless, I can tell she is leaving a whole lot of details out. When Margi does not want me to know something, she avoids looking me in the eye to keep from telling me the full truth.

"Thank God you're still with the land of the living." Margi said smiling down at me.

I gave her a dull look. I am not about to change the subject until I get all the answers.

"As far as we can tell anyway." Ray piped in while looking at some orange slightly glitter-ish material he held with tweezers through a magnifying glass.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Ray don't start it again… just cause I'm cuffed down doesn't mean I can't throw something at you. Anything that gets in my hand can turn into a weapon." Margi trailed in a warning tone.

Ray put his hands up to shrug while approaching us. "I'm just being real here by looking out for the any signs so we'll be reassured she's not one of them." Margi cocked a brow. I did too. "I'm just sayin' she could appear fine, but after earlier when Corona here black out like you and Dakota's leg reaction, she-"

"Raymondo." Margi warned cutting him off. "You're zombie logic, is waltzing an ass into being kicked and it just so happens that ass is attached to you." She retorted, jabbing a finger into his chest.

"Shutting up now; keeping my opinions and mostly facts to myself." Ray finished, pushing up his wired glasses and going back to observing that orange scab… whatever that is.

I narrowed my eyes at that. "Margi." She looked down at me. "What is he talking about? I want a full answer." Margi covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes swelled up with tears, and she looked away from me. By God, what happened that was so bad?

I turned to Ray. "What did you all see when I was unconscious? Tell me." Ray bit his lower lip and shook his head no. He did not want to answer me either. This is getting very frustrating.

I am too tired to lose my cool but I still feel a dark glare spread across my face. "This is my body and I want to know why out of the four of us, why I am chained down like an experiment gone nuclear!" I demanded, causing Margi to flinch and croak out a small cry. "Tell me or I'll get Chris and Chef to; I'm sure they'll have no problem-!"

"Okay! Okay!" Margi screamed down in my face. "The reason we chained you down is because before you blacked out you were doing the exact symptoms of how I witnessed Darcy and Stacy turn, damn it! We were all afraid for you; for ourselves and right before you blacked out your eyes turn red just like theirs and you kept twitching, talking to yourself and it was some shit about Zeke; I don't know; I was too busy trying to save your ass to recap the specifics!"

When I was talking to Ezekiel, I must have been talking aloud to the others. "I didn't know you could hear me talking. I thought that was all in my head."

"Yeah? …well thank your subconscious it wasn't!" Margi exploded throwing her free hand up in frustration. "You answering with the most freakazoid like mutters were the only way I could stop Chef from executing you. Also that horrible smell you're probably wondering about is coming from you cause you geyser barfed stomach acid and blood all over yourself and me too!" She added before sitting up and gesturing to her body, which covered with dark dry blood.

"That explains the rank smell from earlier. Made Owen's farts smell like a luxury perfume." I tried to joke, but she was not amused.

"I thought you were gonna turn." Margi sniffed. Fuck. I hate when she gets upset like this. It is usually rare for her. "I literally thought that even though I cleaned you wounds and gave you the meds… it would be all for not because I thought… you would be gone for real this time."

"But it wasn't… I'm not." I stated firmly. "I'm still alive, alert to my surroundings, and maintain my free will. So stop acting like you're at my funeral."

Margi said nothing more and just buried her head on my stomach and I felt her tears trickle down my exposed skin. Aw, crap. I'd comfort her but ya know…still in restraint here.

I looked towards Ray and jerked my head towards the tent door. He understood the message and went outside.

I let out a sigh. "Marg." No answer. "Margi."

'Sniff. Sniff.' I felt more teardrops landing on my bandages.

"Okay, Margi if you're not going to answer me or talk, just listen. Whatever freaked you out while I was unconscious, we're going to have to pass that. I know you fear what just happened tonight but this is not the time to mope on it. Being the one to mope is usually my job." I muttered the last sentence.

Margi sat up on my lap again and was back to twiddling her fingers, but she still would not look at me. So I continued.

"Margi look at me… look at me." She hesitatingly met my eyes. "I'm not going anywhere Figaro, not now, or ever. Besides if I go whose gonna keep you from cutting off Justin Bieber's skin and wearing it?"

"I'd give it back if he could go without his skin for a few months… right after I discover the possibilities of using human celebrity skin for clothing. Some people do say some people's skin make good furniture so I figured why not clothes…and if the idea blows on him I can always find another celebrity subject." Margi explained in all seriousness. Unfortunately, she is serious.

I rolled my eyes. "See it's that kind of crazy talk right there? That is hitting my point precisely."

Margi cocked her head in confusion and shrugged. How she's so casual about her behavior somedays is very…her.

"Anyways, now is the time to calm down, recover, move onto the next conflict, and maybe grab us something to eat too." I suggested and right on cue my stomach growled very loudly. Ugh, even that hurts. "Okay Margi?"

Margi inhaled deeply before looking me in the eyes. "Kay, kay Coco." She nodded.

I smiled. "Okay good. Now…would you kindly call Ray back in here to find the keys so we can get out of these already? I feel like I'm in some porno or something." I jiggled the cuffs on my arms. Looking back up at Margi, she was biting her lower lip trying to hold in her laugh. "What's so funny?"

"You do look like you're in some kinky vampire porno." She squeaked before she burst out laughing and in a second whipped out her hand-cam. "I'm sorry Coco, now that I'm taking a good look at you, I can't pass this up!"

I glared at her when she aimed it at me. "NO! Margi don't you dare-

'Flash! Click! Flash!'

"Oooh yes work it! Work it! Oh, give me more of that glare; it makes you look smexier." Yep, she's feeling better. "Kay now if you could just lick your lips-" She is feeling a little too better.

"MARGI!" I barked warningly.

"Okay, okay I'm done." Margi giggled then pulled out a lock pick from her bra. "Here, let me get you out of this." She said before working on the cuffs on my wrists.

A lock pick? "You mean to tell me that there was a way of getting us out of this the whole time? Why didn't you use it to begin with?"

"Psh, Coco you know I don't think about shit when I'm in mostly moping moody meltdown mode." Margi shrugged, then undid the right cuff, then the left and started working on my ankles. Suddenly Margi gasped. "Oh my tongue blisters; that was a tongue twister!" She then started saying 'mostly moping moody meltdown mode' repeatedly while letting out a fit of giggles.

I sat up and rubbed my wrists. I'm glad to be awake and alert but, I still couldn't shake the feeling that when I was tied down and saw Zeke, I felt like I was in another place. Physically I was in the med tent but mentally, I was somewhere else… It felt like a dead zone of some kind. Almost as if, I met Ezekiel half way in my mind or was his mind? Then what Ezekiel said earlier came back to my mind…

'Courtney... our time toogethar' grows shorts…'

And what he said back at the challenge…

'Blood goes through the body thread and I take control once it hits the source inside the head.'

Body thread as in the blood vein(s). Source inside the head; our brains. We must have had this sort of contact to bridge our minds.

That couldn't have just been an illusion playing tricks on me… or maybe that's one reason Ezekiel able to make everyone who turned do what he wants. Still, it does not explain why Margi, Dakota, and Duncan did not turn at all; they just passed out. I even had all the symptoms and I still did not turn.

Something just does not add up; and that blue serum… it did not look like anything I recognized before and I have taken the most injuries out of anyone to see every method of healing this show must offer at least once by now. Margi's leaving out another detail of what she really used to heal me because she mentioned something about Dawn… but I guess she thought I was too out of it to notice. However, for now, I think it be best not to bring it up since I just calmed her down.

Margi shoved a tablet in front of my face, stopping my train of thought. "Courtney I found this in your back pocket. Some tablet with a vid of Zeke the freak. I didn't watch it yet." Margi said placing the device in my hands. "Weird that this was on a tablet seeing is that Ezekiel had the brain of a cabbage when it came to handling technology."

"That is strange." I agreed while pressing the power button and that image of Ezekiel appeared again and then play symbol appeared in front of him. However, something else was there that I did not notice the first time… terrified and tied up with bloody vines in the top right hand corner was…

Katie and Sadie…and just when I thought this aggravating day could not get any shittier; it does… lucky me.


No One's POV

The campers who remained in the main lounge were completely oblivious as to how bad the situation was outside; Bridgette inhale deeply and exhaled before speaking up first.

"It's probably not as bad as we think it is." The surfer said, looking towards her fellow campers.

Most of the group looked uneasy and no one responds.

"Can anyone see out the windows?" Bridgette asked trying to look out the front windows, then grimaced at the gore blockage.

"No dice." Geoff answered, trying to look out the windows; all of them covered in Hookins' gore glue.

Gwen tried to open the back door, but it was stuck. "Whatever that last explosion was, it blocked our only other exit." She sighed then sat down at one of the picnic tables and checked her PDA. "Why isn't Duncan answering my texts? I hope he's okay." She said quietly.

"It looks like we're going to have to wait for someone on the outside to come get us; so long as they remember we're in here that is." Leshawna shrugged, while rubbing Mama DJ's back who was still dazed from fainting earlier.

"What do you think is going on out there?" Beth asked Lindsey.

"I don't know but my boobs are still sore." Lindsey whined the glared at Tyler. "Why did you face have to be so hard? It's almost as if you had a decorative paper weight in there or something." Then she gasped excitingly. "Ooh that would be like so cute if you had one of those pretty paper weights filled with those rainbow-colored marbles stuffed on the inside and your head that would be sooo funny and adorable." Then her expression went blank and she scratched her head. "What was I talking about again?"

Beth just sighed and slapped her forehead.

Tyler just sighed while holding a bag of cold peas to his nose. "Sorry for having a skull in my head?" He shrugged.

"Oh, yeah like seriously maybe bones should be made of bubble gum or something else soft." Lindsey said in all seriousness. "But then wait it would be all sticky and then bland smelling when the flavor goes bad and stuff."

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Beth: Look, I always love Lindsey but you know there are days I think not even Lindsey can understand what she saying.

Lindsey: This other time I had colorful marbles in a plastic bag that my science partner told me to bring for something about showing that even if you putting marbles in the glass, they still have the same amount of water and it having more would just be an illusion of the human mind or something. But I kept telling her during the presentation that the glass clearly looked fuller than the other one without the pretty marbles.

Tyler: Lindsey has a great mind…but I guess she chooses to use blissful distractions to keep from staying afraid of everything that's going on around her. I think. Status: ?

Lindsey: Then the teacher got mad about us 'bickering' he said and we totally got an F that day. It was so randomly harsh. I wonder if it had to do with the other glass not having any pretty marbles in it. Status: Iheartmarbles :)

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"I just hope my Cody-kins is okay." Sierra said before taking off her (Cody's) hat and inhaled into it deeply. "Cody's dandruff." She sighed dreamingly before letting out a sneeze. "Heh, got some up my nose –sniff- He-he."

Heather scrunched her nose and scooted once away from the super fan. "You are disgrossting."

"Poopido… my little Poopido…" Mama DJ muttered with her head buried in her hands.

Harold patted her shoulder. "Don't worry Mrs. M. There's a 75 percent chance that DJ and the others survived the infected mutants attack without any harm coming to them." He informed.

Mama DJ looked at him, her eyes were on the verge of tears, and her mouth was quivering. "…and the other 25 percent?"

Harold smiled sheepishly. "Um…he might be among the few that might have been…bitten."

In less than a moment or two Mama DJ's face went blank before she ran into the kitchen hysterically sobbing.

Leshawna responded by punching Harold hard in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" The nerd wheezed.

"Was that bullshit supposed to help?" Leshawna asked demandingly, gesturing towards the direction the mother ran off.

"Well yes." Harold shrugged. "Think it worked?"

"Oh yeah sure it did." Leshawna answered sarcastically, while she shook her head no.

Suddenly a spinning chainsaw blade burst vertically through the Hookins' middle of the door, sending some gore flying, making everyone near shield themselves. Then a foot kicked the doors in and there stood Carter with team LPC's pink and black chainsaw in his hands.

Everyone looked tensely towards Carter and another pause of uncomfortable wad of silence came flooding back into the room. The interns' eyes cast a glance at everyone in the main lounge before he walked back outside clearly giving them the wide berth.

Geoff scratched the back of his head as he muttered, "Well… he's new."

Chef walked in afterwards with Alejandro, Noah, Owen, Cody, Justin, Eva and DJ right behind him.

Alejandro sat down next to Heather and smiled at her. Heather rolled her eyes to try to ignore the blush coming on her face.

Cody was about to take the empty seat next to Sierra, and surprisingly he did not even flinch when the super fan pulled him into one of her headlock hugs into her chest. He had a very goofy smile on his face.

"Oh Cody-wody-kins! I am so happy to see you in such a good mood. You must have been the big hero out there, hmm?" Sierra gushed, squeezing Cody tighter.

"Well, I wouldn't say hero but I had some work in helping." Cody shrugged. Alejandro rolled his eyes. "What?"

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Alejandro: Yes, he was helping himself into giving into the enemy persuasion, what a hero. Be still my oozing sarcasm.

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"You're being too modest Cody-bear. I'm sure you were the bravest of us all out there." Sierra said stroking his hair.

"You think so?" Cody asked smiling.

Sierra cupped his face and pulled it very close to hers. "No, I know so."

"That's wonderful Sierra." Cody swooned, smiling back at the super fan.

Sierra let out a tiny squeal, took out her PDA, and took a quick selfie with him though Cody didn't notice at all.

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Sierra: O-M-G! I think this moment of bonding, it's totally a sign that my Cody bear is starting to really realize that I'm more supportive than Dako… that who I can't stand that shan't be named. I am so back in the league for Cody's number one girl…no better, the ONLY girl!

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"I just hope Dakota notices it too. She playing hard to get but the ones that want me the most… will… uh Sierra? Could you um…maybe loosen your grip just a bit… because I… can't… breathe…?" Cody croaked, now trying to struggle free as Sierra's arm tightened around his neck. The super fan stared blankly into space and her left eye began to twitch.

Chef carried a dizzy Izzy on one shoulder and dropped her near the door. "Sits your butts down and wait for Chris." Chef's walkie-talkie buzzed.

"Ray to Chef-Hatchet…come in over." Said Ray's voice.

Chef whipped his talkie out. "Did none of ya'll pain in the ass interns get the damn memo? It's Mater Chief!" He barked.

Ray ignored that comment and continued. "Courtney has something important to show you and Chris."

Chef eyes widened and he turned his back to the campers and pushed the walkie-talkie up to his ear. "Wait, that little monster actually woke up? Damn that psycho friend of hers was right; talkin' bout she was savable. But I'm maggot sittin' till Chris gets off the phone with Area 51 and 52 so that must hold off." He said quietly into the device.

"You don't understand Chef… it's a message…from Ezekiel." Ray said slowly. In that, instant Chef covered up the speaker to the walkie-talkie and slowly looked over his shoulder. There was a bunch of pale petrified contestants staring back at him.

"I'm on my way. Make sure they all awake when we get there but don't let any of them leave the tent. Over and out." Chef replied before sticking his talkie in his back pocket.

Chef turned back to the others who immediately pretended that they were not listening. "If I catch anyone outside this main lounge your head will be served to the infected on a hot bloody platter!" He threatened each word louder than the last before slamming the doors shut.

Izzy came out of her daze and shot up to her feet. "Fridays… from now on… are zombie brain biscuit days!" She shouted then in a second, she fell on her face and went to sleep on the floor.

Everyone stayed quiet for a moment before returning to his or her quiet conversations. DJ came towards one of the picnic tables, sat down by Trent, rested his elbows on the table, and let his head drop into his hands. He looked so lost in thought.

Trent noticed how quiet the brick house was being. "Dude you okay? DJ... DJ?"

Mama DJ burst through the shutter doors upon hearing her son's name. "Davon Joseph?!" The mother called hurriedly approaching him. The first thing she did was cup his face and pulled him down to her level. "Are you alright, baby? Those things better not have touched your face… which you got all sweaty from all that activity. Sweat gets all on your face and it'll get into your pores then it'll turn into acne…" She kept on rambling and wiping DJ's face with a handkerchief wetted by her saliva but DJ was paying little to no attention.

Trent noticed that and pondered.

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Trent: Hmm, normally DJ would be bending over backwards to his mom's command but something is distracting him… or someone? Status: NewGirl?

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"Sorry Margi but for some reason Chris and Chef really don't want you leaving the medical tent." Ray said putting his hands up, shrugging.

Margi sucked her teeth. "Where's Chef-itch when you actually want him invading your personal space? I gotta take a waz!" She whined.

"I can always get you a bottle." Ray shrugged.

"I can always take a piss in your hat." Margi said with a smirk before pulling Ray's top hat out from behind her back.

Ray frantically patted his head. His top hat was now in her possession "What the what? How did you get my hat? I wasn't close enough for you to grab it!" He tried to take it from the spiceberry only for her to sit on it.

"A sticky-fingered lady never reveals her mischief technique to anyone so…" Margi trailed off then blew a raspberry.

"You took it for the hell of it after you unlocked yourselves while I was standing outside the tent, didn't you?" Ray asked flatly.

"Yep. You are a good guesser but terrible at detecting when someone is violating your personal universe. Btw, you might want to get in the habit of cleaning the gum wrappers out of your butt pockets… couldn't fish your wallet out worth a damn without my hand getting a sticky piece of paper attached to it." Margi giggled while intentionally adjusting her butt on the hat before pulling it out and placing it on his head. "There you go." She smirked widely then poked Ray's nose. "Boop."

"Ray, I'm exhausted." Courtney huffed. "Could you stop playing with Margi and go see what's taking those two bozos so long to get here?" She asked then yawned.

"I will as soon as Margi releases my nostrils." Ray said with a squeaky voice.

"But you sound like swallowed helium; it's funny." Margi squealed but finally let go.

Courtney sighed before lying back down. The brunette turned her head to the left and on the medical bed next to her and Margi, Dakota fast asleep and her mascara tears covering her checks. The bed next over was Duncan's; He lay curled up in a fetal position and supposedly asleep. She couldn't really tell; his back was to them.

"What's wrong with Dakota?" Courtney nodded towards the blonde-haired woman.

Margi sighed and looked towards Dakota sympathetically. "She was hysterically weeping when you started vomiting and Chef was threatening to execute you. She blamed herself for all of us being bitten but I established with her it's not her fault. Eventually when we got you in here, I convinced her to go lay down but she wouldn't stop crying so I gave her a glass of water with a dissolving sleeping pill in it." She explained, and then let out another sigh. "But she wouldn't drink it if I told what was in it, so I didn't." She shrugged.

Courtney crossed her arms and raised a brow. "So, you basically drugged her."

Margi bit her lower lip. "Well…yeah. But it was the weak pill not the strong one so any minute now she'll wake up, probably mistaken everything for a fucked-up dream, thinks she just went to a party and had a massive hangover. Her fake friends took her home and spent the night, not for her but just to sleepover in her fancy royal decor like bedroom." She explained while constantly picking up wads of Courtney's hair and letting it slide through her fingers.

"The things you read in people's souls disturb me." Courtney said dully while adjusting her head on the pillow.

"But not much since you've always listened and believed me because I'm always right; thus, it fascinates you." Margi pointed out then looks at Dakota. "…and it looks like my open book is coming to now."

Just as Margi predicted, Dakota began to stir. "Errr... oh god." She muttered then sat up and rubbed her eyes with her free (right) hand. "Whatever drinks I had gave me the worst hangover ever girls. I dreamt that daddy bought my way onto total drama, then I came to the show and there were like zombies everywhere, and I surrounded by like, the worst dressed group of people ever. I mean two of my teammates were okay-ish but still-"

Dakota lifted her left hand but it couldn't because it was cuffed; this caused her to finally open her eyes. "Oh, it wasn't the vodka shots… it's all real! Everything down to the detail of Margi's weird hair that I can't tell what the color of it is in different lighting." She pouted crossing her arms and stomping her foot on the bed.

Margi rolled her eyes and went to un-cuff Dakota. "Where the hell are Chris and Chef-itch? Holding my pee in is horrible for my kidneys and my bladder is practically weeping urine drops."

"I have to pee too." Dakota whined then wiped her cheek. "Wha- my mascara is all over my face! I'm going to the trailer for my makeup bag! Right. Now."

Just then Chris walked in and he talking to someone on the phone. He looked very pissed. Carter, Ray, and Chef came in afterwards.

"Back in the tent illegally blonde!" Chef barked pointing the tranquilizer gun. "You can put yo' face back on after the group meeting."

Dakota wanted to protest, but she took one glance at the sleep dart aimed at her she complied and sat back down on her bed.

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Dakota: I watched this show enough to know that when they somehow get you to sleep, you end up in a horrible place when you wake up.

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"No, no, NO! Frank, you listen to me… what you mean you don't have to-… I know but-… did you not hear what I told you just happen-… well if the plan is final what do I tell the intern-…but…but…I can't do- Hello? Hello? Frank? Area 51 operator? Shit." Chris stuffed his phone into his pants pocket. "Interns! We have a few problems about the show and we need to discuss…" He started but trailed off when he noticed Duncan still laying with his back to all of them.

The other noticed and slowly turned their attention to the punk who was sound silent… a bit too silent. Though they couldn't see it, Duncan's eyes were open and he was in fact listening to the conversation; for how long wasn't clear.

Margi was the first of them to realize that he was faking it.

"Maybe we should talk about this, elsewhere?" Margi suggested to Chris.

The host nodded. "Interns, come with me. Chef, you send everyone else to the cabins then meet us at-" Margi nudged him in the rib. "Ow! Chicken Shit! What was that for-" Margi covered his mouth. "Hmm?"

"Ixnay on the ocation lay." Margi interrupted then turned to the others. "e'll way eet may at he tay oat bay of oser lay hed shay in ifthteen fay inutes may. Kay?" (We'll meet at the boat of losers shed in five minutes. Kay?)

"greed aye." (Agreed.) Courtney nodded then slowly exited the tent while being assisted by Carter.

"Whatever you say." Dakota shrugged then exited the tent.

Margi immediately jerked her hand away from Chris's mouth upon feeling a tongue sliding on it. "Oh real mature McJizz!"

"This coming from the girl who spits in my coffee for god knows how long." Chris shrugged then wiped his mouth. "By the way, you seriously need some hand soap for your massive finger B.O."

"Let's not forget the part where you still drank it! Face it Chris, you liked my spit slithering down your throat all warm and fussy inside you. Just accept you're disturbingly kinky ways and move on." Margi said in a matter of fact tone. "Now if you'll ex-squeeze me, I have a burnt head to decapitate." She chirped while grabbing Ray's hand and skipping outside.

"I really, really hate that girl." Chris muttered then turned to Chef and jerked his head towards Duncan before he exited the tent.

Duncan decided to flip himself over, only to be greeted by a slightly blood coded apron. The delinquent slowly looked up and met an evil smirking Chef Hatchet.

"Lights out delinquent." Chef whispered smugly before putting on a gas mask on his face and showing Duncan a knock out grenade with the safety pin already removed.

"Fuck no!" Duncan cursed as he tries to scramble out of the medical bed only to be yank down to the floor by the handcuff on his wrist to the bed which came toppling over him afterwards.

Chef simply dropped the grenade on the floor, crossed his arms and waited while Duncan frantically tried to push the bed off, then the grenade exploded and slowly Duncan's struggles grew weaker and his vision became fussier then seconds later, he was out.


Chef burst through the main lounge doors with tranquilizer guns in each hand. "Alright fools, everyone betta get into the cabins and hall your asses to bed! Wakeup call is at o' eight hundred hours!"

"Wait! Where's Duncan?" Gwen asked demandingly, standing up.

"And the help?" Heather demanded slamming a fist on the table. "Why aren't they here caring to my- I mean our needs!"

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Heather: I really mean my needs. Seriously; I feel a pimple coming on so I need Courtney to apply my vanishing cream; I need Margi to rub my ankles they feel swollen from not taking off my wedges and Dakota needs to fan me… its stuffy in here. It is just strategy to tire them out before the challenge.

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"The interns and Duncan are in dispose right now. You will see them at the challenge. Now lights out!" Chef ordered aiming the tranquil gun at the cast who all either ducked or flinched…all except Gwen.

"Not until you tell us what happened to Duncan." Gwen demanded.

"Also, what happened to Courtney, Margi, and Dakota?" Bridgette added sternly while eyeing Gwen.

"Why worry about them. If anything, the interns can take care of themselves. It's not like they've never been hurt before." Gwen stated nonchalantly. "Interns get hurt all the time; it's part of their job. It's not a big deal."

Bridgette looked appalled. "You seriously don't care if your own teammates are possibly hurt from what went on out there?"

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Gwen: Damn that is right. I'm stuck with them for the rest of the game… or until we lose and they vote me off to save each other. I noticed Dakota already hit it off with Courtney and that Margi… she is practically Courtney's guard dog… better steer clear of her after what Courtney told me about her meet and greet behavior.

Bridgette: I think it's time Gwen and I had a talk. I know Gwen and she's quick to judge… and slow to asking for the real facts. But this gunning for Courtney thing has gone too far…it's almost as if Gwen is really starting to act like the new Heather.

Margi: Why do I have the gut feeling some skank just called me a dog behind my back?

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"Duh we all know she hates being on their team; she was picked against her will." Heather answered with an eye roll. "But I really don't care about her emotional issues because I need them here to heed my every order so, where are they?!" She whined.

Chris walked in with that smug smile on his face. "Campers, campers, no need to worry… and in Gwen and Heather's case besmirch; the interns and Duncan are still alive, for the most part-

"For the most part? As in Duncan could risk dying?!" Gwen gasped.

"Glad to see how much your teamies wellbeing means to you, Gwen. I'll be sure to let them know." Chris taunted with a smirk. "Anyways, you heard Master Chief, time for bed-i-by." Then he clapped his hands twice and gestured to the door. "Let's move campers."

Harold stood up and looked at his watch. "But Chris, it's already o' four hundred hours now and with the time cut in the prep for bed, not to mention bathroom breaks, brushing of teeth, the time it takes for falling aslee-"

Chef aimed the gun at the nerd silencing him. "Then I'll spare you all the worry of that and just put you all to sleep right now." He threatened.

Trent let out a fake yawn. "…and just like that suddenly I feel really tired." He winked an eye open and nudged Geoff.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, my eyes are getting heavy already, how bout you guys?" Geoff asked, stretching.

"Eh, still awake." Justin shrugged, only to have a flying sleep dart stick him in the neck. In an instant, the model swiftly fell forward onto the picnic table. Moments later, he began to snore.

Chef gave everyone a half-smirk. "Anyone else feelin' awake?" Everyone else shook their heads 'no'. "I thought not, now let's move it, move it, move it!" He ordered giving a small shove to every few campers with the gun as they exited the main lounge, only to earn a purse smack upon poking Mama DJ.

"Shit! Woman that hurt!" Chef yelled rubbing his face.

"Don't you cuss at me because you're the one pushing my rump around like I'm part of your flock!" Mama DJ yelled back with a neck roll.

Chef growled and Mama DJ just glared at him then they burst out yelling at each other one insult after another while Leshawna and Harold restrained Mama DJ and no one dared touch Chef Hatchet.

DJ in watching the chaos merely rolled his eyes and left the main lounge. Once outside he spotted Margi cutting off the remains of barbequed Hookin's head.

A smile slowly crept up on his face as DJ raised his hand to wave to her…but he froze upon taking in the sight of bandages wrapped around her shoulder, the red bags and puffiness under her eyes as they grew heavy only for her to open them wide again at an attempt to stay awake. She looked like she could barely stand on her feet.

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Margi: I should have saved my skipping for when I perk up more.

DJ: I felt so bad. I wanted to go help her but… Status: Blocked

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DJ was about to go over to the spiceberry when Chef, Chris and Mama DJ voices gain his attention.

"For God's sake Chef. I don't care if she called you an overpaid dead-end lackey; that's no excuse to be arguing with a sweet woman such as Mama DJ." Chris said walking outside with Chef on his left and Mama DJ on his right.

They were still glaring at each other. "Besides Chef, she's taken over your cooking schedule shifts and worked her magic cooking fingers to the bone." Chris emphasized and gave Mama DJ a big fake smile for effect.

"Work herself to the bone my ass. She needs to be workin' on poppin' her tits out of DJ's mouth and let him man the hell up." Chef muttered earning a sharp nudge by the fake smiling host. "What man?"

"Be quiet; be quiet!" Chris whispered harshly through his teeth.

Mama DJ merely let out an "mm-hm" and grabbed DJ's hand. "Come on DJ, you need to come help me with my facial mask for bed."

As Mama DJ led him away, the brick house looked back and big wave of confusion spread upon his face from what he saw.

There was Margi and she was holding the elder zombie head in her arms. She was smiling and talking with a young muscular man who is about two feet taller than her who DJ has never seen before until now. He took the zombie head and placed it into a picnic basket then knelt to Margi's level and while she is letting out fits of giggles while he hoisted her up on his back.

Mama DJ notice how her son was staring at the spiceberry and the formal dressed stranger. "Son, this is why I say not to linger around that girl. She'll lead you on to a hard path that ends with your heart smashed on the ground."

DJ pondered this as he watched the tall stranger piggyback Margi away into the communal washroom.

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DJ: Maybe Mama is right… I don't know. What am I saying? I barely know her. I shouldn't be judging her just like that.

Margi: I didn't know Courtney ran into an exploding infected! That is so awesome! Man I wish I could have been in there :P

DJ: I'm not worried just because some tall, tan, muscular guy, with an up-front personality like hers, sweeps her off her feet…

Margi: But I'll take a free piggyback ride from my muscular friend while looking at the playbacks on his tablet instead. If I take one more step, I will collapse.

DJ: I'm NOT worried… besides she never said anything about having a boyfriend…or a friend with benefits…I think…

Margi: Also… not sure, but I think DJ is having second thoughts about wanting to being friends…or anything more than friends.

DJ: Why doesn't the backspace on these confessional apps work? I know I'm free to my opinion here but…Mama can't read these, can she?

Margi: Maybe his mother convinced him I'm no good or something. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything about the lap dancing... but ya know… too physically and emotionally steamed out to worry about it. Status: Sluggish

Chef: I am sick of Chris siding with Mama DJ! It's almost as if he's afraid of her; just because she can turn expired ingredients into a gourmet buffet for a bunch of ungrateful snot nose teens for free and sudnly' it's all bout Chris is kissin' her ass faster than he does the producers!

Chris: I get that Chef finds it aggravating that Mama DJ is bossing him and the campers around like their all her kids but I gotta put in a good word for her side because I need Chef's undivided attention on the infected…

Chef: Shit the interns not only unintentionally starved themselves before but some, like Margi, even hunted for they food in the wild and lived off deer hearts, poison berries, nuts, and even water infected with toxic waste.

Chris: and come on, let's be real here; Chef would be quick to starve the cast to death if he felt like it; lawsuit risk or not.

Chef: As soon as Mama DJ runs out of that spice…or betta' yet… it turns up missing… her and them campers are gonna be gettin' a rude wakeup call on how to live off deer liver and fly maggots… that gives me an idea… and I know just who to convince to help me. Status: Sinister Figaro

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"Did you see this?" Ray asked the sleepy Margi who remained comfortably on his back. He passed her up the tablet to see the cameras across the island.

Right now it's on frame 12, replaying when Courtney threw the cinder block through the window and she, Lindsey and Britney escaped before the Suicider exploded, when it did explode the loop of the same footage started all over again.

"That's so boss..." Margi muttered then let out a yawn.

Ray knitted his brows. "You really did only get one minute of sleep in the two and then some days you've been working huh?"

"Try only forty-four point four seconds in two days, four hours, third-five minutes and fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…" Ray cleared his throat while giving her a quick hoist up. Margi half smirked. "… but your guess was good too."

"Uh-huuh… go to sleep Figaro." Ray smirked. "Just try to avoid the drool factor."

Margi rolled her eyes and rested her head on Ray's back.

Courtney sat on the counter next to a sink and turned it on. "What do you think McLean wants to talk to us about?" She asked while splashing water on her face. "If I have to stay awake any longer, I'll end up passing out."

"After scaring us like that outside, I personally recommend you staying awake." Carter stated, handed Courtney a washcloth and leaned back against the sink next to her.

"Tell me something else I'd need to know and I won't be tempted to fall asleep again." Courtney yawned.

"Well from what I heard Chris and that phone conversation he's having, I'd say it has something to do with his old buddy Frank not feeling so buddy-buddy anymore."

"Franklin Uranus?" Courtney asked then raised a brow at Ray and Margi snickering. "I know his name is funny but can you two please be serious for a moment?"

"We sowwie." Margi giggled then rested her head on Ray's back.

Ray only smirked in response.

Carter rolled his eyes at them. "Anyways, whatever it was that Frank told Chris most likely had something to do with the four of you being bitten and I guess Frank thought it was a load of crap. Sounded like he wants proof; living evidence to tell Area 51 and Area 52." He said then handed Courtney a towel.

Courtney dried her face. "Hmm… every time Chris gets on the phone with that guy it's never a good sign."

Dakota came out of the toilet stall; she shuddered after it finally flushed. "Ugh that stall still smells like feet and Owen's farts. Who exactly is this "Frank" guy that you keep talking about?"

Margi sighed. "Out of all of the annoying producers that work with the show, Frank was kind of the dick-wad of all of them." She started then yawned before continuing. "He's the reason we had access to most of the wonders of the world for the challenge and a whole lot of exclusive places. However, he is also the sales pitch of what increases ratings… I.E. Courtney's character for instance, wouldn't have been altering every other episode if he had just stayed out of the way."

"Not to forget the time he encouraged the idea to Chris about adding his wig and botox injections to our debt a few times." Courtney grumbled.

"I know right? It's like he used us as his personal credit card." Margi added.

Chris burst through the door. "And it was worth every throbbing vein that appeared on your foreheads." He taunted. "Enough pleasant memories interns… let's, talk, bounty hunting." Everyone groaned. "What were you expecting a coffee break? Losers take coffee breaks."

"That explains the black coffee you are currently holding in your hand." Courtney pointed out.

Chris slowly took a small sip of his mug before he sharply threw the mug just barely missing Courtney's head as it crashed and cracked the mirror. "It was bland anyway."

The others were dead quiet on what just happened… not because of Chris's actions, but because Courtney did not even wince. Instead, she let out a yawn of boredom in response.

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Courtney: On and off camera I have been the main one to put up with McLean's shit fits so much that I am practically numb to it… sometimes.

Margi: Mcjizz really needs to stop playing with the boiling water before it spills on him… Status: metaphor

Chris: The botox can take it away on the outside, but the fact that THAT girl seriously creases me lingers on the inside.

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"Any other requests, Grippling?" Chris asked with a glare.

Courtney pretended to think. "Hmm… nope. I think pissing on your ego was good enough for me."

"Great." Chris answered sarcastically, before that big fake smile sprang back upon his face. "Now that we have no more interruptions," Courtney rolled her eyes. "We can get started on the problems here."

"You wanna know what the problem here is?" Margi sighed. "We're in deep two days' worth of starving sitting here, we're bitten yet not one of us tried to eat flesh and have no clue on what caused that. I mean I so seriously saw my whole life flash before my eyes…" Then Margi's eyes widened after a pause. "No wonder I was registered clinically insane in ten different states and five counties back when I visited fam in the US."

Carter scratched the back of his neck. "Umm…what exactly did you do in ten different states?"

"Trust and believe, you don't want to know." Courtney answered.

"Shut up interns! ALL. EYES. ON. ME." Chris said demandingly. "I swear you all developed a lack of manners trait or something because I was supposed to explain everything!"

"Then start the squawking already! The people in the cheap seats are getting cranky!" Margi barked sarcastically.

"Who you callin' cheap seats?" Ray asked dropping his arms causing Margi to lock her leg around his waist so she would not fall. "Toned, buff, chiseled I'd like to hear, but cheap? I-" Margi covered his mouth. "Mmpf?"

"I will take back the cheap shot, if you agree to stop gloating about yourself." Margi demanded sternly. "Justin and Alejandro are loaded with enough arrogance of their outer appearance for one Margi to tolerate. One more tool like them is all I need to lash out." Then the spiceberry smiled again. "Kay-zeez Ray-zeez?" She giggled.

Ray hesitatingly nodded and let out a nervous laugh. "I'll tone it down."

Margi patted his hat. "Smart decision Mr. Peanut."

Chef came into the washroom carrying an unconscious Duncan on his shoulder. "The others are in the cabins but those pests are quick to be nosey though. So we'll have to do the meeting in here when they can't look out and see us... or him." In his other hand were a wooden chair and some rope.

Chef sat the chair down and placed Duncan on it and hurriedly tied his hands to the arms, his feet to the legs, and the torso to the back of the chair so it seems as if he was sitting up straight, apart from his head drooping backwards as he remained unconscious.

Courtney stood up in surprise of what Chef had done. "What is he doing here…and what did you do to him?!" She asked a little too loudly.

"We know Courtney, you still love Duncan and care about his well-being and yada-yada but, we have a job to do so contain your hormones." Chris waved off.

"Oooh Courtney you gonna take that?" Ray asked trying to avoid laughing. Margi just smirked.

Courtney blushed in anger. "What- I wasn't- I'm not-"

"Hey careful Grippling, you're blushing." Carter teased, pointing at Courtney's face. Courtney remained silent but swatted his hand, which just made Carter's smirk grow.

"Shush intern bait!" Chris called then began to pace around the washroom. "The reason Duncan is here because he obviously knows too much; from the four of you surviving a near death zombie mutation to the missing Katie and Sadie who are currently under captivity of Zeke. The only thing he doesn't know about is the bounty hunting proposal I pitched two days ago."

Chris paused to give a quick glance at Courtney who was looking at her feet with her arms folded before continuing. "We can't let him run around with that kind of information with his nosey teammates and paranoid new babe breathing down his neck. Otherwise he'll blab about everything to his alliance which will give them the option to either bide their time to expose you to everyone else in hopes they'll turn against you or just plan to kill you first chance they get and or make it look like an accident."

"I'm leaning towards the second option to occur first." Margi said plainly. "So what you want us to do about him then?"

Chris pondered for a moment before speaking. "I have a possible alternative but first, we need to see this so called video you found in the fectos pocket to see what we're dealing with here." He said holding up the tablet.

"I still don't get how such a country prairie influenced guy could even come across technology let alone use it; it makes no sense at all." Carter pointed out.

"Maybe he possessed interns that knew how to use electronics so he wouldn't have to use it himself. Just like how he told that mob of zombies to take you all back to his lair when he interrupted the first challenge." Ray pointed out before letting Margi down.

Chris tapped the play symbol on the tablet, sat it up on the sink counter and the video started playing. Everyone gathered around to watch…with the obvious exception of Duncan who remain tied in the chair on the other side of the bathroom facing a corner.

"Is it on, eh? Is it on?" The video moved up and down indicating the person holding the tablet was nodding. "Good… if you are gettin' this message then it means my 'followers' that I sent is most likely dead or returning to me and somehow you are a survivor of the mass slaughtr'."

The video paused, buffered, and everyone was waiting in anticipation as a slight wave of fear spread to the room. No one uttered a word. No one moved a muscle. The video resumed.

"Hookins' was just a warning eh… there are many more like me that were Chris's employees that I now have under my control and are waiting for me to give them the signal to find you…and end you." The video stopped for a moment to buffer, yet again.

"That's so fucked up." Ray whispered. Margi shushed him. "Well it is!"

The video resumed. "Chris and Chef…I know you're out there… since you will not cooperate and submit, I've decided to give you an example of what's going to happen to all of you when I find the rest of you who refuse to join me…"

Zeke nodded once causing whoever to turn the tablet to face the identically dressed girls tied together, back to back with thick moss green vines.

"Are you talking to Chris?" Katie immediately asked as soon as she and Sadie appeared on screen. "Help us! Please…we're so scared!" She then started to tear up. "Courtney please tell Chris to help us! We don't wanna die!"

"Courtney- PLEASE! Don't let him feed us to the infected! I want to go home!" Sadie cried before she started to weep again.

"Me too!" Katie screamed. "Don't let him kill us; we're begging!"

Just as they finished their cries of help, three of infected crawled towards them like dogs and sniffed at them and eyed them hungrily.

The tablet panned back to Zeke and he snorted in a big gust of air before exhaling loudly. "Awe…tears of the living…how refreshing they smell…makes us all… hungry." He hissed.

The tablet turned to the girls again as the infected crept closer but didn't bite them, yet. "Look at my 'followers', eh? I can't just NOT feed them Katie and Sadie…keep tearin' up it…makes our mouths watr'…" The video paused to buffer again.

As they waited for the video to resume, none were noticing that Duncan was beginning to stir. All had their eyes glued to the device hoping this isn't what they all were silently thinking.

The stillness among the group can make anyone heart jump to their throat; the tension as strong as the sword Excalibur in its stone. The hope in everyone's mind is that he'll just hold them hostage and negotiate with demands. They would have a plan to make, some time to spare, and a chance that this will be like in the other season with another close call. Just like in the other seasons of total drama.

But this…was about to be the moment where everything in this game…became as real as life and death itself.

No close calls, no patch it ups, no smoke and mirrors, and especially no more of the cast walking away upset over petty things.

The video continued with Katie and Sadie along with the infected growling at them in frame with Zeke looking down at them.

"Please don't do this Ezekiel, help us, someone, ANYONE!" Katie cried.

Ezekiel just shrugged. "Sorry eh, but not really. Besides…you two are of no use to me…cept bein' a decent meal…" He growled.

Sadie was hysterically sobbing before she cried out. "I wish we never signed up for this show!"

Zeke ignored them, turned to his followers, and cried. "Tsaef kcatta srewollof ym yako" "Okay my followers attack and feast!"

The infected immediately pounced on top of the two tearing the vines off and all three of them snapping their teeth into the girl's flesh as they cried and screeched in agony. Two female infected went for Katie and two male infected went for Sadie.

One of the muscular male infected bite and ripped at Sadie's neck as it bled heavily and grabbed something on the back of her neck and pulled roughly and out came her spine and the screams of the poor girl seize as her body fell forward on the ground, limp. More random infected crowd her and started to eat the flesh, bite/rip off her body parts, and drinking the spilt blood off the ground.

"SADIE!" Katie screeched squirming for her life, but it was a waste of time as one female infected yanked on her hair so hard that the skin ripped off exposing the muscle system on her face. All she could do was scream but it didn't last long as the second female infected ripped her eyeballs out ate them before she bashed Katie's skull wide open and started feasting on her brains. Then more infected crowd around trying to eat anything they could grab.

"Fuck… FUCK… FUCK!" Chris yelled then slammed his fist on the counter before leaving the communal washroom.

Ray pupils went tiny as he watched in horror what Zeke was doing to the girls and there was nothing to do to stop it.

Margi just stared at the tablet blankly before shuddering suddenly as she felt a chill shoot up her spine and leaned back against the wall, clutching her head. She slid down to the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Oh my God…" Dakota whimpered putting her hands over her eyes. Mascara seeped through her hands; she sniffed a couple times, and then her legs began to quiver.

Courtney couldn't bare it, covered her ears, and shut her eyes tight but it didn't help as Katie and Sadie's screams were so loud that she couldn't help but grind her teeth in rage and sadness of the girls crying for help... her help.

Duncan was wide-awake at that point, but nobody was paying him attention. He heard everything but pretended to be asleep with his head drooped and kept his eyes closed. However, he could not help but tighten his eyes a bit at every scream.

Carter peeled his eyes away from the screen as Courtney trembling caught his attention. Since she was right in front of him, Carter carefully placed his hands on her shoulders as an effort to comfort her. Courtney responded by spinning around, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso and burying her face into his chest.

The frame panned in on Zeke, who had joined in on the feasting before he faced the camera as he just smirked evilly, with blood staining around his mouth and teeth. "Whoever is left better watch out…. you're not untouchable… there is only so many place to hide on this island…I'm coming for you…every…last…one of you…" He hissed before charging up to the camera, covering it up with hand and the screen went static.

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Margi: It doesn't matter what worth you are to the world…you live…and eventually you die. Ezekiel's heart… it's as black as darkness. I can't explain it…but I can feel it. He will do anything and everything to make sure we wish for death before giving it to us.

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AN: Okay I had to stop it here. I can't believe how long its been and how fast the days come and go.

Margi: Bitch where have you been?

Me: My fault. It's not exactly like I can just snap my fingers and come back like it ain't nothing

Margi: Whatever you leaving everyone like that damn it. You better continue this story AND finish it!

Me: I am doing this again for fun so if I'm lucky I will be able to update more frequently

Margi: When? The next millennium?

Courtney: She's got you there…

Me: …I once again apologize. I already know what I'm going to do with this story so just watch for the updates. Until next time, Review!