Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama or Zombieland. If I did, why would I be writing this?

Authors Note: So the results of the poll are in and are as follows:

Alejandro - 25%

Cody - 8%

Courtney - 8%

Chris - 8%

DJ - 8%

Heather - 8%

Izzy - 8%

Leshawna - 8%

Owen - 8%

Trent - 8%

It looks like many of you who voted what Alejandro dead. As for the others, they seem to be all over the place. Chris and Heather make sense because they are evil and Owen makes sense because he is fat, but the rest don't make much sense. Now I can't promise anything but I will try to make some of you happy. Anyways, so as to not have a long note later, please review this and please review my other fic, Total Drama High School. That is my big project, whereas this is a side project. I put a lot of time into TDHS! Anyways, enjoy the next chapter of Total Drama Zombieland!

Noah's P.O.V.

I was worried. Granted, everyone was worried. Many of us had to learn how to shoot a gun. That wasn't what worried most of us, however. What unnerved so many of us was that soon we would be left to fend for ourselves in a zombie-ruled wasteland. I had spent the hour of downtime before learning how to shoot a gun with Katie. As one could expect, she was extremely scared. It took all I could to get her to not break down and cry. From what I heard, the same thing happened with Geoff and Bridgette, as well as Tyler and Lindsay. Everyone was scared for their lives.

When the hour had expired, everyone on the island had gathered into a large group. Duncan, Alejandro, Harold, Eva, Izzy, and Ezekiel were standing facing us. Duncan cleared his throat and said, "Attention guys! The six of us will instruct three people each. We will tell you how to use a handgun, a shotgun, a rifle, and explain how a machine gun works. We don't have any machine guns, but we will tell you in case you find any. Now I will help Gwen, Bridgette and Geoff."

Eva stood up and said, "Noah, Katie, Sadie, you three are with me."

Harold stepped forward and said, "Okay, Leshawna, DJ, and Beth, if you would please come with me."

Alejandro calmly said, "Heather, Tyler, Lindsay, if you wouldn't mind."

Izzy energetically ran up and said, "Yay! Owen, Cody, Sierra, this way!"

Ezekiel apprehensively said, "Okay, I guess Courtney, Trent, and Justin are with me." The groups all splintered off to train.

Duncan's P.O.V.

I was sizing up how my students would fare. I grabbed a handgun and said, "Okay, this is a handgun, for those who don't know. The clip ranges from model to model, but as a whole, they tend to hold about a dozen bullets. Now there is a button on the side. If there is red tape surrounding the side of it that means it's live and will fire. Otherwise that means that the safety lock is engaged. There is very little recoil after it gets shot, which allows you to fire off an entire clip very quickly. The lack of recoil also helps keep it accurate. Now I want you all to practice."

I shot a single round into a nearby tree and said, "Aim for the shot I just made. Take a few shots, however long it takes to get accurate."

Gwen went up first. She turned off the safety, which was a test to see if she noticed it. I'm glad she did. She took aim and fired three shots, all of them very accurate to the shot I made. I was impressed. She turned the safety back on and handed the gun to Geoff.

Geoff tried to fire it once, and when it didn't work, he turned the safety off. He shot two shots, one of which went way high and the other went into the bushes. He shot two more shots. One went way low and the other was just as high as the last.

I yelled at him, "Take your time! Line everything up!" He then aimed for a couple of seconds and shot one round. It went above Gwen's least accurate shot, which was pretty good.

He went to hand the gun to Bridgette before I called out, "Did you make sure the safety was off?" Geoff then turned the safety off before handing the gun to his girlfriend.

Bridgette nervously turned the safety off and then took aim very carefully. When she finally shot a bullet, it ended right next to mine. Suffice to say, I was surprised. I said to her, "Very good! The only thing I can suggest for you is to take less time aiming. Speed is of the essence when it comes to shooting zombies." Then I went along with telling them about shotguns.

Noah's P.O.V.

Eva quickly instructed the three of us on how to shoot a handgun, shotgun, and rifle. She then gave Sadie a handgun, Katie a rifle, and she gave me a shotgun. Of course, any zombie enthusiast knows that a shotgun is one of the best weapons one could use to fell the undead. I'm not sure why shotguns kick ass, they just do.

Anyways, Sadie fired her handgun quickly and somewhat haphazardly at the log that Eva had stood up. The bullet made contact, but it grazed the side of the trunk. Katie took her rifle and shot a few rounds, many making decent contact with the log, but nothing phenomenal. I stepped up with my shotgun and fired three shots. They all hit near the center of the log, which was where Eva instructed us to shoot at.

Katie looked at me in wonder and said, "How did you get to be such a good shot?"

I smirked and replied, "Well, my intellect helped, as I knew to aim slightly higher than where I wanted to hit, since gravity would pull the bullet down. In addition, I am fantastic at light gun games."

Eva then smirked and said, "Well Noah, looks like you won't have any trouble with the undead. Katie, your shots were decent, but they could be better. Sadie, you are going to have to spend a lot of time now, simply because your shot was not very good at all."

Sadie looked down at her feet sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry. I'm like, so worried. Are you worried Katie?"

Katie shook her head and said, "Oh, I am so worried. But I'm confident Noah can protect me, and you too, right Noah?"

I was shocked that she asked me that. People never figured that I was of much help, with the exception of academic matters. I managed to say, "I will do everything I can to protect you."

Eva put her hand on my shoulder somewhat forcefully and said, "That goes for me as well. I will do all I can to protect all of you." Katie, Sadie, and I spent the rest of the afternoon practicing with the various armaments.

Harold's P.O.V.

I looked between the three people that I had asked to study under me. Now, when I was in the Possum Scouts I learned how to shoot and since then, I went to a camp where we were taught how to shoot with different guns, but mostly for competitions. I didn't have that much experience with guns, at least compared to the rest of those who knew.

I had taught my luscious Leshawna and the gentle DJ and Beth how to shoot with a shotgun, which I knew from zombie movies was the best weapon to combat the living dead. I called out to my friends with my raspy voice, "Hey guys, look I just want to say that whatever happens out there, we need to look after each other. I can try my best to protect all of you, but if we look after each other, our chances of survival skyrocket."

DJ smiled, which struck me as odd, given the situation and said, "No worries dude, we're all friends, more or less. We live as one, and we die as one."

Beth trembled and said, "That's so brave of you DJ."

He shrugged and said, "Yeah, well giver our circumstances, it's either be brave and try to live or cower in fear and die for sure."

Leshawna said, "That is one crazy philosophy. But I gotta hand it to you, it sure works for motivation."

I cleared my throat and said, "Okay guys, we should work with a new type of armament. After all, when I went and retrieved these guns, I noticed there are only eight shotguns. We need to make sure you are proficient with all of the weapons."

Leshawna smiled which made me fill with happiness and said, "Alright Harold, you're the boss."

I smiled at the eagerness of my friends and thought 'Maybe we aren't all doomed yet.'

Alejandro's P.O.V.

I mentally sighed as Tyler and Lindsay continued to make out. They had started making out when I was about to instruct them. From what I could sense, they still didn't trust me, after all I did. I suppose I don't deserve their trust, but now that I'm willing to redeem myself, they won't listen. They forgave Heather easily enough when she was competing against me.

Well, at least my sweet Heather was on my side. I forgave her almost immediately after what happened during season three's finale, after I got out of that infernal robotic suit, mind you. I turned to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and said, "Heather, maybe you can talk them into listening."

She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to Tyler and Lindsay. Before I knew what happened, she forcefully pulled the two apart.

Lindsay asked, "Heather, why did you separate me and Tyler?"

Heather put on a fake smile and said, "Well, Alejandro was trying to tell us how to shoot a gun."

Tyler angrily said, "Yeah, but why should we listen to him? I mean, he used many of us!"

I sighed and said, "Yes, I know what I did was wrong and I don't deserve anyone's trust. But right now, you need to do just that, trust me, because otherwise, what shot do you stand against hordes of the undead?"

Lindsay looked at Tyler and said, "Well, he does have a point."

Tyler sighed and said, "I guess. But let's make one thing clear. I still don't trust you. After you betrayed me, after I supported you for all that time, I can't look at you the same way."

I sighed again and said, "If that is what it takes for you to listen to me now, then so be it." I wished that I could make things up to them and to Tyler in particular, after I so cruelly betrayed one of those who I could call my friend. Still, a job had to be done, and I indeed instructed them on how one shoots a gun. I just hope that when the time comes, they will be able to trust me again and we can all live through the hell that is to come.

Izzy's P.O.V.

I was chattering about, excited as can be that I was able to shoot a gun again! Ever since that run-in with the RCMP, my gun license had been revoked. Granted, I had lied about my age in order to obtain that license, but that was beside the point. With most of Canada in disarray, the RCMP had to be virtually disbanded.

Anyways, after a short story, I told Owen, one of my best friends (since we had broken up, though we both still felt feelings for each other), Cody and Sierra, two of my other friends, how to shoot a gun. We were busy shooting at a drawing of a zombie I made.

Owen walked up to me and said, "Hey Iz? Um, you can help protect me, right? I mean, I'm an OK shot, but I'm not very fast so if you would help me, that would be awesome!"

I looked at Owen and hugged him, before saying, "Well of course! Izzy will do whatever she can to help her friend!"

Cody and Sierra saw this and he said to his girlfriend, "Would you look at that Sierra. I think Owen regrets ever considering breaking up with Izzy."

She hugged her boyfriend close and said, "Oh Cody, it so looks like that! I really hope that they get back together! After all, ever since they broke up, visitors to my blog said they totally still wanted Ozzy to be together."

Cody looked inquisitively at his girlfriend and said, "Um, Ozzy?"

Sierra looked like she remembered something and said, "Oh right! You don't know! See every pairing gets a nickname that is a combination of the two people in the relationship. Ozzy is a mix of Owen and Izzy. You and I are considered Coderra, Gwen and Duncan is Gwuncan, and Noah and Katie is now Notie, just to name a few." [1]

Cody looked confused and nodded saying, "Okay, if you say so."

I jumped in front of them and said, "Hey guys! Less talking, more shooting!"

Ezekiel's P.O.V.

Needless to say, I had the odd group. Courtney hated/possibly still hates me, Justin doesn't think too kindly of me because I'm not gorgeous like him, and Trent, well actually, he's being quite friendly. When I told the three how to shoot a shotgun and rifle, they acted as would be expected. Courtney kept screeching about how I'm a sexist freak despite the fact that I now know differently, Justin kept complaining that shooting is only for those who aren't beautiful, and Trent paid attention to what I was saying.

When we finally got to the part about handguns, I said, "Okay, now this is a handgun, eh. Very small, very accurate, dozen bullets in the clip. Everybody follow me, eh?" Trent nodded his head, Courtney rolled her eyes, and Justin nodded, though he looked sad.

I realized just how long of a day this was going to be and sighed, saying, "Look guys, you may not like me, but that's beside the point. If you can't trust me now, how can I trust you in the apocalypse?"

Trent defended me and said, "He's got a point. We don't know how to shoot a gun real well, and let's face it, he does. We need to listen to him if we want to stand a chance out here."

Courtney sighed and said, "Fine. But let's get one thing straight. I'm only going to listen because of what you said Trent. If you can trust him, I suppose I could give it a shot."

Justin shook his head and said, "What is this world coming too, in which a girl as beautiful as Courtney has to use weapons like common soldiers."

Courtney groaned in response and said, "Justin you damn narcissist! Don't you realize that beauty matters not to zombies?"

Trent quirked an eyebrow and said, "You seem a bit bipolar Courtney."

I sighed and thought about how difficult this would prove to be.

Noah's P.O.V.

After everyone had returned to the resort's dining hall from training, it was quiet. Dinner was particularly quiet, with people rarely saying anything. The longest conversations were typically plans for when we got to shore and those were silenced soon after they were started. Nobody really wanted to talk about this sort of thing this close to going into it.

After dinner, Duncan addressed everyone, "Okay, tomorrow we will leave about 9. This means we get to the mainland between 10 and 11, since we are going to be going slower to draw less attention to our ship. When we get close to the mainland, guns will be distributed. We have ten shotguns, six rifles, six crossbows, and at least thirty two handguns, so that everyone will have one and others can dual wield. In addition, we have four katanas, three axes, two spears, and about a dozen throwing knives. If anyone finds something that can be used as a weapon, bring it! I'm going to bed; I suggest you all do the same. This is going to be the best sleep you all get in a while."

Duncan got up and left with Gwen by his side. Geoff picked Bridgette up bridal style and carried her to his room, and Lindsay accompanied Tyler to his room.

Katie tapped my shoulder and when I turned around, she asked, "Can I sleep with you again tonight?"

I took no time in answering, "Of course Katie, anything to help you."

Sadie, who was nearby said, "Aw, you guys are so cute together."

Katie and I both blushed and when we noticed that we were both blushing, we blushed even deeper. We went back up to my room and spent the time kissing and promising each other we would make it through safely. I just hoped that when the time came, we would be able to keep our promise.

The next morning

Everyone was up early, as breakfast was at 7. After the short breakfast, we gathered up all the supplies that we could find that would be of use and loaded it onto the boat in such a fashion that it would be easily transported. In other words, all the food and other supplies were stored in backpacks and in crates that we could wheel around on carts Chris had found.

By 8:30, everyone had gotten all of the supplies they were bringing onto the ship and were ready to leave. Chris was crying as it got closer to nine and said, "Well, it was a good run we had, huh."

Chef, who was next to him, in full combat gear sighed and said, "Yeah, I 'spose we had did have some good times here. Too bad we didn't get more use outta that resort, right?"

Chris nodded and said, "Yeah, we should've built the resort years ago." Chris then turned toward everyone gathered and said, "All right! All aboard! First and Last boat going to our only chance of living!"

Duncan shook his head and said, "McLean that was not cool."

Chris rolled his eyes and said, "Fine, get on or you aren't going!"

All of the ex-contestants as well as Chris and Chef boarded the large yacht, which the interns were steering. Chris asked, "Does everyone have all that they wanted to bring from the island? Once we leave, we don't come back."

Everyone, myself included, nodded and Chris said, "Well Chef, time to say goodbye." He nodded and pulled a control out of his pocket. Chris gave a thumbs up to the intern steering and we pulled away.

When the yacht was a significant distance away, but not far enough so that the island was out of view, Chef pushed the button on the control. The island lit aflame quickly as explosive charges set on the island went off. We all gaped in horror as Chris cried.

DJ freaked out first, shouting, "What the hell? What about the animals?"

Chris pat DJ's shoulder and said, "We gathered up whatever animals we could and plan on releasing them when we get to the mainland. Why do you think I brought my extra large yacht?"

I sarcastically said, "You wanted to gloat to the zombies?"

Chris scowled and said, "Shut up Noah."

I shrugged and headed below deck for an hour until we began to approach the mainland. Everyone was on the deck as the mainland came into view. However, as the mainland grew larger on the horizon, a noise grew louder in our ears: the moans of the undead. I said the one thing that everyone was thinking, "Oh shit."

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– This is the first and probably one of the only times I will ever use those names for the pairings. I don't mind when others use them, I just don't like using them because of how they aren't real words. I don't mind odd names for contestants because, well, they happen to be real names, and the nicknames for couples aren't.

Well, I can't say I liked this chapter. I don't like it when first person viewpoints rapidly change, but I felt it was needed for this chapter. The next chapter should be longer, and be up quicker. And the next chapter will have zombies, as well as at least one death. Oh, and if anybody wants to I am accepting apps of a sort. Give me a name and describe the appearance of an intern and they will accompany the ex-campers. They will most likely die, but something is better than nothing, right? Anyways, until next time!