Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama or Zombieland, or The Walking Dead (Which was another source for inspiration) for that matter.

Authors Note: Finally the time you have probably been waiting for is here! The first and certainly not last altercation with zombies is here, as well as the first death. This also helps set up the next few chapters, virtually up to the epilogue. So, without further ado, the next chapter of Total Drama Zombieland!

Authors Note Post-Script: Unlike the last chapter, this chapter is entirely in Noah's Point of View.

The moans of the undead caused everyone to go into a panic. Beth cried out, "Why doesn't the boat stop?"

Chris looked downward mournfully and said, "If we stopped, we wouldn't have enough fuel to reach shore."

Duncan, who was unnerved for once, said, "So? We can swim to shore!"

I blanched as I realized something and said, "That would be impossible. Not only would our equipment slow us down, but once and if we swam to shore, the zombies would instantly tear us apart. This is the only way."

Duncan turned and looked at me and said, "Crap, for real? Damn it, we only have one option then. Everyone, arm yourselves!"

As all of the passengers scrambled around looking for a weapon, I found Cody and we found the bag we loaded the night before. We took out a half dozen crowbars and distributed them to whoever would use them best. By the time they were all given out, Duncan, Eva, DJ, Owen, Cody and I had a crowbar. Along the way, I also picked up a Carbine M1 and a revolver to use as ranged weapons. I filled my pockets with ammo. I made sure that Katie had a shotgun, as well as one of the long, smooth knives I found. A knife like that is best because a knife with a serrated blade could get stuck in a zombie's skull.

As we scrambled about, preparing for what was to come, I noticed that Tyler had an AK-47. I found Chris and said, "What the hell is with the AK-47?"

He shrugged and said, "Chef likes hunting and is a gun enthusiast. Go figure. Oh find Harold and give him this."

Chris shoved a sheathed katana blade at me and I ran off to find the nerd. He had another AK-47 and was busy using duct tape to fasten a scope to the top of the gun. I approached and said, "Harold! Chris has a gift for you."

I tossed the sheathed sword to Harold and he caught it saying, "Thanks. Good luck to you."

As I ran to Katie, I noticed that Sierra and Cody were on top of the cabin, in sniping positions. Sierra was dual-wielding pistols while Cody had a shotgun and a crossbow. Duncan, Eva, DJ, and Owen were all by the deployable ramp, so they could start smashing some skulls in with the best melee weapon against zombies. Behind them stood Alejandro, Heather, and Ezekiel, all armed with the other katana blades.

Cody then called out, "Hey Noah! Catch!" He tossed his crowbar down to me and Chef caught it in midair. He joined the front lines. The rest of us took up positions near the sides of the boat but not directly in front of the ramp.

As we got closer to the dock of the small city, we began to see our adversaries. For the most part, they looked like normal humans, but with lifeless eyes, tattered clothes, the occasional bite mark, and the shambling walk.

As we saw what we were truly up against, Lindsay ran to the side of the yacht, leaned over the side and threw up. Tyler went over to his girlfriend and rubbed her back, murmuring things like "Its okay" and "I'll protect you." When she recovered from vomiting, she looked up and shrieked.

I looked over to see what was wrong and saw some of the zombies advancing. Apparently leaning over the railing caused the ghouls to see us for the first time and they began moving. They uttered a louder moan and suddenly something dawned on me. I swore, "Crap! They're signaling the rest of the zombies in the nearby area!"

Chris, who was on the cabin with Cody and Sierra, exclaimed, "What! That's not good!" He then pointed his large machine gun at the horde and unleashed hell. The bullets tore through skin, but with their nerves inactive, the bullets did little to stop the shambling beasts. True, Chris' suppressing fire managed to sever some limbs and spines, but few, if any, of the bullets resulted in a head shot.

Luckily for us, the mindless creatures were wandering into the water. The zombie brain somehow works so that they cannot swim, so those that fell in were sliced apart by the propeller of Chris' yacht.

Nonetheless, when Chris noticed how his blast of machine gun fire failed to get many kills, he cursed, "Damn! How do we kill these things?"

I smirked and responded, "The typical zombie only uses one organ of a deceased human: the brain. You take out the brain, you take out the zombie. Crushing the skull, decapitation, and a headshot are the only way to silence these freaks."

Chris rolled his eyes and said, "Typical nerd. Anyways, you all heard the nerd, aim for the brain. Nothing else!"

A resounding cheer of "Right!" sounded from all of us survivors. Several shots were heard as we started to fight the undead. Harold's homemade scope proved useful, as his AK-47 tore through at least a dozen zombies. Sierra was also proving to be useful, as her dual pistols helped carve a path where the ramp was to be deployed. I took my carbine and, while standing on top a crate of supplies, shot several zombies in the head.

That's when I had an idea. I shouted out, "Everyone, back up! Let the ramp deploy, but then let them walk up it. Killing zombies in a narrower area is easier than doing so in a large mob. Everyone who isn't going to be in close combat, get on higher ground and rain hell from above on those coming up the ramp!"

I gave my crowbar to Tyler in exchange for the throwing knives he had and so those with crowbars and katanas backed up and waited for the surge. The rest of us got on high ground and began to shoot at those preparing to climb the ramp. Oddly enough, they still poured over the edge into the water. Their instincts happened to be a boon to us, after all.

When the ramp fully deployed, zombies started to charge up the ramp and try to bite any of the living on the ship. Needless to say, with Duncan, Eva, and Chef wielding crowbars, many, many zombies became empty corpses. Tyler, Owen and DJ, were defeating many zombies, but not as many as Duncan, Eva, and Chef.

Meanwhile, our ranged assault took out numerous zombies. Cody took out a lighter and lit the end of his crossbow bolt on fire before quickly taking aim and firing it at the back end of the crowd of undead. I saw the target he hit and it proved to be a fatal shot, as the bolt traveled into the head and lit the body on fire, lighting up nearby zombies as well. I glanced over at Katie and Sadie and nodded.

The two ran over to their stuff and pulled out a couple of fire extinguishers. They ran back to me and I said, "Okay, if any flaming zombies get to close, put the fire out so that the melee fighters won't get burned."

Sadie said, "Yes sir!"

I chuckled and said, "Please, drop the formalities."

Katie smiled and said, "You're cute you know that, Noah?"

I blushed and said, "As much as I like it when you compliment me Katie, there are more pressing matters." The two girls nodded and got on top of the cabin.

I noticed that the people with crowbars were being slightly overrun and yelled out from my position in the corner of the deck, "Crowbar users! Back up and fan out to make room for the people with katanas!"

The six obeyed my order and backed up as Heather, Alejandro, Ezekiel, and Harold entered the same area as the crowbar users. The four unsheathed their swords and entered a battle stance.

Again the zombies came at us and even more fell to the combined power of blunt steel and sharp blades, plus some bullets. However, it seemed that for every zombie that fell to our power, two more replaced them. Heather almost got scratched by a ghoul, but her years of ballet had caused her to be more agile than most. Alejandro, enraged one of the undead almost (by his standards) hit his girlfriend, sliced the head off of the zombie then spun around and decapitated three more of the walking dead. Harold was dispatching the undead with ease; he cut off the head of one twirled the blade around, and swung it backward, impaling a short zombie in the eye, also stabbing the brain. The lanky nerd then pulled the sword out and finished off two more ghouls. Ezekiel seemed to be proficient with a katana as well, as he pulled off several kills in a few seconds.

On top of the cabin, the others were firing into the incoming horde, scoring several kills. Courtney, oddly, seemed to be scoring many kills. Many of us were then surprised by several small explosions in the horde. Izzy then cackled madly, "Haha! Take that you damned spirits! My Molotov Cocktails will make short work of you!"

I yelled, "Izzy, what the hell are you doing?"

The crazy girl tossed another Molotov into the crowd and said, "Burning them, silly!"

I groaned and said, "Izzy! That doesn't work! They can't feel pain, and burning them so close to the ship could jeopardize our efforts."

Izzy looked downcast and said, "Oh." Izzy then grinned even more wickedly that usual and said, "Then say hello to my friends, zombies!" She pulled a sawed off double barrel shotgun out of what appeared to be thin air. She reached into her bra and pulled out some ammunition and stuffed it into the gun and began to unleash hell on the zombies. Her supreme shotgun fired very solidly and the zombies suffered quite a few casualties.

The undead eventually managed to push our forces back and our melee fighters were tiring. That's when Chris devised either his most brilliant idea yet, or his stupidest plan ever. He shouted out to us all, "If anyone can carve us a path through the ghouls to the land so we can fight easier, I will pay that person one million dollars!"

Many of us simply scowled at Chris, but Ezekiel was a different story. His eyes lit up and he became very determined. He picked up his sword and grabbed Harold's and went over to the zombies. He chuckled before saying, "Hello zombies. And now goodbye, eh!" He started to charge through the horde of zombies, decapitating some, severing the spines of others, dismembering the limbs of others still. Eventually, most of those on the yacht were dead and yet Ezekiel still charged, clearing zombies off the platform, and then the ground.

I saw an opportunity and yelled, "Let's haul our asses, people!" Everyone grabbed their supplies and whatnot and ran onto land.

Chris turned around and said, "Interns, you know what to do. We will return by the end of the day, so don't worry we won't abandon you."

The rest of us charged through what was left of that swarm that had met us. Ezekiel was nowhere to be seen, but Harold's sword was lying on the ground. We dispatched most of the zombies that were still remaining after Ezekiel ripped through them.

We were about to scout out the city when we heard a shriek. Everybody turned around to see Beth, with a zombie bite on her ankle. After a moment of looking, I found the culprit. It was a zombie who had all of its limbs cut off, presumably by Ezekiel. I quickly took the handgun I had, which was equipped with a silencer, and shot the ghoul point-blank.

Everybody rushed over to Beth, whose ankle was swollen, but otherwise she appeared fine. I noticed the conditions she was in and swore, "Damn it! This is the worst kind of way for somebody to be a zombie."

Duncan looked over and said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

I sighed and said, "Well, one can either instantly become a zombie when bitten, or it can be a prolonged event, with the bitten individual suffering until death then reanimation a few hours later."

Beth trembled and managed to say, "So what's going to happen?"

I sighed again and said, "The virus, assuming it is a virus, has already made its way through your body. The virus will deteriorate your mind until the heart stops pumping blood. The virus will then reanimate your body a short time after your death. Then you will know only one thing: the want for flesh."

Beth was shaking even harder than she was before, though I was uncertain if that was due to the virus or if she was scared. Everybody, even Alejandro, who I thought didn't have a heart, looked saddened. I looked up from the ground and said, "We have one option, and that is to kill Beth."

Everybody looked in horror at me and I rolled my eyes. I clarified, "What I mean is that we can either kill her now, when she is conscious, kill her later, after she dies, or kill her later still, after she becomes a zombie."

The looks on everybody's faces softened, if only slightly. Silence, with the occasional zombie moan, permeated the air. Taking charge, I said, "I say we vote. I believe that even though she will suffer until her death, the humane thing would be to wait until Beth dies and then stop the brain from reanimating. Any objections?"

Silence met me once again. I walked over to Beth and knelt down and said, "Beth, I'm sorry that this had to happen, but I won't let you suffer any more than absolutely necessary."

To my shock, she wasn't crying hysterically. Granted, Beth appeared to be saddened, as anyone would be if a doctor told you that you would be dead by day's end, but she didn't seem to be afraid of her upcoming death. She looked up to me and smiled, which was something I would never have expected. She then said, "Thank you Noah, for all of this."

I looked up to the rest of the group and then said, "We aren't done here. Not by a long shot. I want four individuals to take Beth into a room at that hotel a block down from here. Two people stay with her, two more guard her room. One of them should be Lindsay, as well as the one who plans on shooting her after she passes on. Any volunteers?"

Chef, to my surprise, volunteered and said, "I'll be the one to help out farm girl. She helped me at the end of TDA and I never really thanked her."

Heather also volunteered, to my surprise. She said, "I will be with her to the end. I wronged her during TDI and after everything that has happened, I feel as if I should redeem myself."

Justin surprised me by volunteering to be with her, as he said, "I will also be with you Beth. I think that you need something beautiful to see as you pass on. Imagine my radiant beauty as a shining beacon to help you get to heaven safely."

I quirked an eyebrow and said, "Wait, you believe in heaven anti-me?"

Justin groaned as I called him that and said, "Right now, it doesn't matter. The prospect of heaven will help motivate us."

I shrugged and said, "If you say so. Anyways, avoid touching the infected area, as I'm not sure if the virus can be passed by contact. Lindsay, Justin, Heather, and Chef will guard Beth until she passes on. After that, meet us back by the ship, since we will be heading there later anyways."

The five nodded and took Beth to the hotel. We all stood there, mourning Beth until we heard an odd growling noise. We all looked disturbed until Alejandro said, "Wait a moment amigos, is that Ezekiel?"

Several people seemed to think it was Ezekiel who had growled and I said, "Wow Chris, we aren't even on Total Drama anymore and you can still make us go crazy. The prospect of a million dollars caused him to revert to his feral state."

Chris groaned and said, "Like I knew that would happen!"

I sighed and said, "Well, we do have some time to kill. We should scout out any possible survivors. Lets see, there are 20 of us, so five groups of 4, or four groups of 5?"

Cody nervously said, "I think we should be in four groups of five. Strength in numbers, right?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah that makes sense. Let's form up into four groups and then we will head in four directions to scout out the city. Check anywhere where survivors may be holed up, like police stations, government buildings, and office buildings. A good sign is if the stairs in a building are broken, then survivors are present."

Everyone nodded and we split up into four groups. I was with Katie, Sadie, Duncan, and Gwen. Geoff, Bridgette, Harold, Leshawna, and DJ grouped up. Chris tagged along with Courtney, Alejandro, Owen and Izzy. Cody, Sierra, Eva, Tyler, and Trent rounded out the last group. We all headed off in different directions, trying to find any evidence that someone may still be alive.

As my group started to walk, we kept quiet. We all knew that the quieter we were, the safer we would be. We came across a couple of zombies, but they soon fell to Duncan's crowbar and the hatchet I had found. After walking for about a half hour, we came across a police station. The door was unlocked, so we opened it and went inside.

Katie, Sadie, and I went toward the common area, while Duncan and Gwen went to check out the bunks that were located in the station. I presume that when they need to be called into action, the best place to sleep is in the station. Anyways, when we walked past a desk, there was a dead person with their face down on the desk. Not a good sign. My girlfriend and I walked toward the restrooms, while Sadie checked the showers.

After both checks resulted with no evidence of survivors, we went to look in the garage. We entered and saw three cop cars missing and all of the weaponry, save for some rounds of ammunition, were gone. A groan shocked the three of us and we turned around, to see the guard that we presumed was dead, was actually part of the undead. We backed up, the zombie continually coming closer. I took the hatchet and was ready to strike the ghoul, but I couldn't find a suitable opening.

All of a sudden, we heard a gunshot, and the zombie fell over, dead, or maybe re-dead as they already died once. Regardless, Gwen was behind the zombie, with a police-issued handgun. I looked at it and said, "Where did you find that?"

Gwen shrugged and said, "It was in the bunk room. Duncan and I found a couple of them under mattresses and pillows. Duncan's scoping out the rest of the compound for any food or medical supplies. I'm guessing that nobody is here?"

Katie said, "Yeah. Let's get out of here this place is creepy, right Sadie?"

Sadie agreed, "Oh, so totally creepy."

Gwen muttered to me, "That's kind of annoying how they ask each other things like that all the time."

I sighed and said, "It is, but I can try to change them."

Gwen smirked and said, "Good luck."

We found Duncan in the lobby, with a few bottles of water and a police belt with a handgun in it. He said, "Well, I couldn't find much in the kitchen, but I did find some water bottles. Let's get going, we should scope out more of the city before it starts getting dark." We left the police station and continued to search the city, finding little more than abandoned buildings, dried blood, dead bodies, and spoiled food.

At one point we came across another person still living, but they had sustained many bites and his brown hair was ripped out in parts. His brown eyes were almost lifeless, but he managed to toss the katana blade he had been wielding to Gwen and said, "Hey, you're the Total Drama people. You shouldn't waste time here, because when it gets dark, the zombies come out en masse. I was traveling through at dawn, being as stealthy as possible, but I was ambushed. I wasn't able to move and have been stuck here all day. If I can give you one piece of advice, don't be a hero. I was here because I was en route to see if one of my friends was still alive, a friend I thought could survive this. I should've just headed for America. Don't make the same mistake I did."

I looked at this poor fellow and said, "You're very brave, you know that?"

The person coughed violently and said, "Thanks. Look my time isn't long here. You're Noah, right?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Do I look like Noah?"

The person coughed again and said, "Look, I want you to get out of here alive, so when I die, Noah, I want to have the honor of you shutting down my brain."

I solemnly looked at the teenaged boy and said, "I will fulfill your last request."

The person coughed very violently and said, "Than-."

He never finished his statement as the light from his eyes vanished. Gwen handed me the person's katana and said, "It would be fitting to end him with his blade."

I simply nodded and took the sword before saying, "Katie, please look away, I don't want you to see this."

I never heard a confirmation and simply took the sword and decapitated the head. Duncan took some matches he found next to the teenaged boy and lit the body and head on fire. He looked at the now burning corpse and said, "Let's make his sacrifice not be in vain. We should head back."

We walked in silence as we walked a different route than the way we came, crossing more bodies and a few more possible safe houses. Every single place we searched was empty, with all the food and other supplies taken. Even after a day, this whole city appeared deserted. After another hour and a half of walking and searching, we were back at the pier.

Cody, Sierra, Eva, Tyler, and Trent were back as well and they were using shovels to push the dead that were felled earlier into the water. Tyler saw us and said, "So did you guys find anything?"

I shook my head and said, "Not really. We found a couple of guns, some water bottles, a few medical supplies, and one person who was on the verge of dying from the disease. I ended up fulfilling his final request and severed his brain stem when he died."

Tyler sighed and said, "Same thing. We found some canned food and a couple of first aid kits, but most places had been empty or looted. We found a couple axes in addition to the shovels, but not much else."

Chris voice rang out, "You think you didn't find anything? Our entire group found a few knives and a shotgun with no ammunition. Nothing else."

Duncan sighed and said, "I guess those that managed to survive took what they could."

Justin said, "Well, at least you had a productive day." He walked over to us along with Heather and Lindsay, who was crying. Tyler dropped his shovel and went to comfort his girlfriend.

I sighed and said, "I take it Beth has passed on?"

Heather sighed and said, "Yeah. It took the combined strength of Justin and me to pry Lindsay away from the bed. Chef should be here shortly."

Harold's group finally made it back and said, "Well, we found some pretty good things."

Most people quirked their eyebrows and said, "You did? How?"

Harold smiled and produced a hacksaw that he brought with him. He said, "The military surplus story was barricaded, so I cut the gate open. The man who was holed up there with his family said we could take some rounds and a couple of rifles, as long as we barricaded the door when we left. We invited him to join us, but they had some unfinished business to take care of, so we left."

I smiled, something I never expected would happen as an intern with jet black hair and dark brown eyes wearing a navy blue tee shirt and black jeans walked over and said to Chris, "Its done Chris."

He clapped and said, "Very good! Get the rest of the interns and meet us back here."

We looked on in confusion and when everyone, including Chef, was present, Chris said, "Okay. The animals we saved have been released, so now we need to go. The longer we wait, the worse off we are. The interns devised a chart to show which group you are in. There will be three groups and each one will head for a different city, and then America. The only reason is so that if one group gets overrun, the others will live. Group 1, which will head to Toronto, will be Noah, Katie, Sadie, Harold, Leshawna, Eva, DJ, and Justin. Group 2, which will go to Quebec City, will be Geoff, Bridgette, Duncan, Gwen, Chef, Owen, Izzy, and Courtney. The last group, which is going to Montreal is Tyler, Lindsay, Alejandro, Heather, myself, Cody, Sierra, and Trent. The reason we are heading to these cities is because they are near heavily populated parts of America, where military defense is bound to be greater. Four interns each will accompany the groups. When you get to America, go to the military commander in charge and tell them you are from Total Drama and ask them if they can contact other commanders and see if the other groups have arrived yet. Once you get to America, head to New York City. I own an apartment building there and only the employees that service the building live there. The secretary knows the names of every contestant, so you can all get a room. Just ask for the location of McLean Tower. Anyways, it's getting late, so let's stay in a hotel and leave in the morning. Several people should stand watch in the lobby to make sure no zombies wander inside. We can have eight hour long watches with three people each. So let's find our temporary shelter." We all agreed and prepared for the next morning, when we would split up and head for America.

Authors Note (again): Sorry to anyone who likes Beth, but she was planned to be dead from the very start. Ezekiel has dissappeared, but he may not be dead. Starting from the next chapter, the story will cycle between the three groups as they venture to America and encounter the undead, lose some companions, and encounter survivors. Each chapter will be a different group, starting with Noah's group, the Duncan's, and then Chris', then back to Noah. Oh, and I'm not sure exactly where Camp Wawanakwa would be located, so the groups are all heading east and then south from the unnamed city they were located in this chapter. My offer to accept intern OC's still stands and I will accept ANY intern OC's. If you wouldn't mind taking a moment to two to review, that would be great, and I will be back soon with more zombies and maybe another death, only time will tell. Until next time!