Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama, Zombieland, or any other movie/tv show/comic about zombies.

It had been a week and a half since we had to evacuate the town. Divine's house didn't move too quickly, but it was better than the speed that the entire town moved at. At this rate, we would probably make it to Quebec by the end of next week.

And despite this hope of soon being done with our journey, depression had hung in the air ever since we left Geoff behind. It certainly didn't help that Bridgette was pregnant with his child and their child would grow up without a father. She was easily taking his death the hardest.

Ever since he volunteered to stay behind, Bridgette has been crying almost nonstop. She's barely eaten anything and the only times she hasn't been crying is when she's been able to get some sleep. I'm going to sound like a real asshole saying this, but if anything good has come out of this, it's that Gwen and Courtney have gotten along more than usual, due to their mutual friendship with Bridgette.

As with the rest of the group, things haven't been much better. I personally think it sucks big time that Geoff's gone, because he was one of my bros. Hell, I'll even say I'm sad that he's gone, even if doing so will ruin my bad boy image. I think Owen was pretty sad about Geoff being gone too, I mean the three of us were the final three guys on Total Drama Island, so I think we all could say we were friends.

As for the rest of our group, I'm not too sure how they felt. Izzy and Gwen never really knew Geoff, but I bet they're at least a little sad. The same goes for Courtney, even if she found him annoying at times. As for Chef, I really have no idea what the hell goes through his mind. I would like to think Chef is sad, but then again, seeing some of the crap he did, I wouldn't be surprised if he also was just trying to get to safety, no matter who gets in his way.

As for our hosts, I really don't have a clue. We've only known Divine and Zack for a month, so it's kind of hard to judge how they feel. I know they feel bad about all that's happened, but I'm pretty sure the loss of all those civilians is hurting them even more. Despite all that's happened though, we can't give up. If we do, we may as well kill ourselves now.

It was early morning and Divine's house was currently stopped. You see, we had approached a town, and a few of us were going to scavenge for supplies. I volunteered for this job as well as Izzy, Zack, and Chef. We were departing in an hour and I had some business that I had to attend to before we left, because for all we knew we could die out there.

I walked the halls of Divine's mansion, searching for someone from our group. I peeked my head into the library and I found her. It was pretty typical of her actually. I knocked on the wood of the doorway and she looked up.

Her eyes narrowed and she spat, "What do you want?"

I sighed and replied, "Listen Courtney, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, for everything. All that crap that happened during World Tour, I just wanted to apologize. I should've at least had the decency to formally break up with you first."

Courtney's glare softened slightly and she said, "Oh. Well, I'm not sure if I can forgive you yet, but at the very least you can know that I don't completely hate you now."

I rolled my eyes and said, "If I die out there, are you even going to be sad? Do you even care?"

Courtney's glare returned and she shouted, "I could ask the same of you when you decided to cheat on me with Gwen!"

I started to glare and shouted back, "Yeah, but back then our lives weren't at stake! Now they are! Do you really want the last thing you thought about me to be the fact that you hate me? You know what, forget it, I tried to make amends with you, but if you don't want to listen, it's not my problem."

I started to walk away until I heard Courtney say, "Wait Duncan."

I turned around and said, "What?"

Courtney sighed and said, "Look. I'm sorry about what I said just now. I understand that you're trying to make things right and me getting upset isn't the way to fix things. But you have to get where I'm coming from. I was upset and I still am a little mad. But if you're willing to try to make things right, I guess I can too."

I replied, "That's all I'm asking for. Now if you excuse me, I have to go prepare to make a supply run."

Courtney nodded and said, "Good luck."

An hour later, the four of us on the supply run were crouched behind an overturned car. Chef looked through a pair of binoculars to scope out the path from where we were to our destination: the supermarket down the street.

Peering through the lenses of the device, Chef said, "I see about a dozen of the creeps. Most of them are on the left side of the street about halfway down."

Looking to Zack, I said, "Give them the bait."

Zack nodded and said, "Here goes nothing." He wound the key to a wind-up monkey toy and when he stopped winding, the toy started clapping some cymbals together. Zack flung the toy over his head so it sailed over the car. The noise immediately caught the attention of the zombies, who wandered over to the toy, trying to figure out what it was.

Once the majority of the zombies were surrounding the toy, Chef shouted out, "NOW!"

The four of us burst from our hiding place, Izzy and Chef firing at the crowd gathered at the toy monkey. Meanwhile, Zack and I, since we were the two fastest runners, dashed forward and took out the zombies that weren't attracted by the toy. I swung my sword and cleaved the head off of one of the corpses while Zack used the fireman's axe he brought with him from the house to cut the arms off of the other two so that they couldn't grab us.

Chef and Izzy had finished pumping the distracted zombies full of lead and showed up to help us finish the job. Chef pumped his shotgun by thrusting it downwards, letting gravity do the work, before firing it straight at one of the approaching zombies. The shell hit in the center of the ghoul's head, reducing it to a bloody pulp and spraying blood and decayed brain over the other two zombies. Sensing the blood on each other, they stopped, confused as to what was going on around them. Izzy quickly killed them with her twin pistols.

With all of the zombies wiped out, we approached the supermarket. Chef gripped the doors and forced them open, allowing the rest of us to make our way inside the abandoned store. The doors snapped back to their closed positions afterwards, so nothing on the outside would be able to get in, and we wouldn't be able to get out unless we forced the doors open. Since power had been lost here long ago, we used flashlights to light the way.

Chef looked at the rest of us and said, "Stay away from the produce and frozen sections. Meat should be avoided too. Stick with boxed items that don't spoil for a while, like cereal, pasta, stuff like that."

I quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Since when have you known anything about cooking?"

Chef growled at me and said, "Listen punk, you and I have never met eye to eye. But if you want to survive, don't antagonize me and I'll help you. Also, I've always known how to cook. The damn producers told me to make the food gross."

I glared at Chef and said, "Don't antagonize you? You should be the one who shouldn't antagonize me! I'm pretty much the leader of our group and I've done more to help it than you have!"

Zack got between Chef and I and said, "Guys! Stop this fighting! Let's just get some food and some other things Divine told me to get and let's get back already."

I grumbled, "Fine. But let's just make one thing clear. I'm the leader of this group. Not you Chef."

Chef glared at me one final time before he stomped away, muttering, "Ungrateful little punk."

Back at Divine's house, it was stopped a couple of miles outside the town, so hopefully zombies wouldn't notice it. Gwen walked through the halls looking for something to do. She had an idea and went to Bridgette's room. Opening the door, Gwen saw the surfer girl lying face down on the bed, though she was not audibly sobbing, so that would have to be a good sign.

Gwen, trying to cheer her friend up, asked, "Bridgette? Can I talk to you?"

Bridgette didn't bother looking up and said, "The love of my life and my baby's father is dead. I don't feel like doing anything."

Gwen sighed and replied, "I know you're sad, and you're rightfully entitled to be sad, but come on, at least come outside with me and get some fresh air. I know you're not far along with your pregnancy at all, but some fresh air won't hurt you."

The surfer replied, "You're not going to leave until I say yes, are you."

The Gothic teen said with a slight grin, "You know me too well."

Bridgette got off her bed and said, "Fine, I guess I'll go outside."

As the two walked outside and over to a nearby stream, Gwen said with a smile, "Come on, it won't be so bad."

Bridgette and Gwen took their shoes off and sat on the bank of the stream, dipping their feet in the slow moving current. As the water flowed over her feet, Bridgette said, "I have to admit, this is nice. It's calming to say the least."

Happy that her friend was displaying some emotion besides sadness, Gwen said, "That's the spirit Bridgette."

The two were quiet until they heard some rustling coming from the trees on the other side of the stream. Gwen put a finger to her mouth to signify that Bridgette should keep quiet. The surfer nodded and the two watched as a zombie stumbled out of the bushes and saw the two girls.

Letting out a guttural moan, it wandered near the two sitting girls, who were somewhat vulnerable since they weren't anticipating a zombie coming out of nowhere. Gwen pulled out her pistol and fired a single shot, hitting the zombie in the head and sending it falling to the ground.

Gwen got up and got her shoes back on before saying, "Come on, we have to go. No doubt some of those freaks heard the gunshot. We need to get back to the house."

Bridgette got up as well and said, "Right. We should warn the others."

The two girls rushed back to the house, and burst through the front door. Owen was walking away from the kitchen and he greeted the two, "Oh hi Gwen, Bridgette! What's up?"

Panting, Gwen said, "We need to get the others. I'm afraid there might be zombies on the way."

Owen raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why would they be coming this way?"

Bridgette pointed in the general direction of the stream and said, "We were sitting by a stream over there when a zombie walked out of the bushes. Gwen shot it and thinks others may have heard the shot."

Owen dropped the grilled cheese sandwich he was holding and said, "Great galloping ghosts! We need to enter lockdown!"

Gwen shook her head and said, "That's not necessary yet. We'll seal the entrances first and establish a lookout. If a crap ton of zombies start heading this way, then we can lockdown."

Bridgette nodded and said, "I'll get Divine. She'll know exactly what to do."

Gwen turned to Owen and said, "Owen, I need you to find Courtney. Ask her to act as a lookout."

Owen saluted the Goth girl and said, "Yes ma'am!"

Owen and Bridgette ran off to find the other two girls and Gwen muttered to herself, "Hopefully I'm getting all worked up over nothing. But if we're about to be attacked, I hope the others get back soon."

Inside the supermarket, I was working with Zack while Chef and Izzy searched together. As we looked at the half-empty shelves, I turned to Zack and asked, "Hey, how did you and Divine meet? The two of you meeting after all this crap started and being skilled with robots seems too good to be a coincidence."

Zack nodded and said, "You're right. It isn't a coincidence. You see, about a year ago, we met at a robotics event where we quickly hit it off. We've been going out ever since."

I smirked and said, "Nice. I'm not gonna lie, she's pretty hot."

Zack quirked an eyebrow and asked, "What did you just say?"

I put my hands up in mock defense and replied, "Easy there tiger. Don't take it the wrong way. I'm just saying she's hot, just like how Gwen is hot and hell, I'll even admit that Courtney's pretty hot. I just tell it like it is."

Zack had a hesitant look on his face as he said, "All right. I guess you're no real harm. Though I must admit, that attitude of yours is why I didn't really like you on the show."

I shrugged and said, "Eh. I can't win them all, can I? Besides, that's all in the past now. We have to work together if we want to survive."

Zack nodded and said, "Oh don't worry, I know exactly what you mean." He looked at the last of the aisles we had to search and noted, "Damn, there's nothing here of use. Well, let's find the others, maybe they found something."

I nodded and replied, "I hope so, I don't want the stockpile Divine has to run out or anything."

Chef was trying as hard as he could to ignore Izzy as he looked around the aisles of the store. After a while of her babbling he couldn't take it anymore. He looked behind him and asked, "Hey Crazy Girl, can you shut up for just a little bit? I need to think for a second."

Izzy jumped up and down and asked, "Think about what? Is it how to make weapons for killing zombies?"

Chef grumbled, "No. I'm thinking about Punk Boy. I don't think he's a good fit for leader. I'd probably be a better leader than he is. I mean, I've been to war damn it!"

Izzy pat Chef on the shoulder and said, "Whoa Chef, calm down. This is something that should be discussed with everyone."

Chef looked at the crazy girl and said, "Look, I don't like that guy being in charge. I'm considering leaving on my own. If that happens, I'm gonna need someone watching my back. If I need someone, I would probably pick you, believe it or not."

Izzy blinked in surprise and said, "What? Are you basically asking me to leave with you if you leave the group?"

Chef nodded and replied, "If it comes to that, yeah. I'll stick around for now, but if things go to hell, then I might have to leave."

Izzy stopped and said, "Well, I'll think about it. Say, did we find any usable food?"

Chef shook his head and said, "No. Now let's get going back, we should head back to the house soon."

Courtney sat on the window seat of a window that overlooked the front of the house. She had a sniper rifle that was part of Divine's private armory. She rested the gun on her lap as she kept an eye out on the front of the house.

Courtney remarked to herself, "Why am I on watch duty? Couldn't Gwen or Owen do it?"

Divine entered the room and said, "You're here because you have good concentration. You tend to be dedicated at what you do. Gwen herself recommended you."

Courtney raised an eyebrow and said, "Gwen recommended me?"

Divine nodded and sat down in a chair before saying, "That's right. I know you don't really like her since she and Duncan started to go out, but she's trying to make amends. She knows you have your uses and she's trying to capitalize on them."

Courtney turned back to the front of the house and said, "Oh. Well, I'll see if I can try to make amends with her."

Divine placed a hand on Courtney's shoulder and said, "Give her a chance. In our current situation, we need to watch out for each other. Anyways, the others should be back soon so keep an eye out for them."

Courtney nodded and said, "All right."

Zack and I met up with Chef and Izzy near the front of the store and combined we had a few bags of chips, some cereal and a box of crackers. I looked at the food we had found and said, "Well, this could've gone better."

Chef grumbled, "You got that right."

Zack shrugged and said, "Regardless, we should be heading back, shouldn't we?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah, we don't want the others to worry."

We readied our weapons and opened the doors to the supermarket. There weren't any zombies in the road outside, aside from those that we killed earlier. We headed down the road toward the car we used as cover earlier and turned the corner. Upon doing so, we saw quite a few zombies shambling around.

A few of them turned toward us, groaning in delight as they saw a new meal. Unfortunately for them, we had more than enough bullets to take them out. The four of us stood in a line, using what firearms we had to put hot lead into the heads of the corpses that occupied the road. When we noticed all of the zombies were dead, we continued on the three mile walk to the house.

Bridgette and Gwen were sitting in the dining room, each enjoying a cup of tea so they could soothe their frayed nerves. Gwen looked toward where the front door was and sighed before taking another sip of her drink.

Bridgette placed a hand on Gwen's shoulder and said, "Don't worry Gwen. I'm sure they'll be back."

Gwen nodded and said, "I don't doubt that. But I can't help but feel worried. I know this must be hard for you without Geoff and I think another death would not be good for our overall morale. I think I'm worried more for the group as a whole than I am for my own personal feelings."

Bridgette sighed and said, "Well, that's true. I don't know if we could deal with another death."

The two girls were silent for a few moments until a gunshot rang out. Gwen got up out of her chair and said, "What was that?"

Bridgette answered, "It was probably Courtney!"

Gwen pointed to Bridgette and said, "Wait here Bridge, I'm gonna see what's up."

Gwen ran upstairs to the room where Courtney was stationed and said, "Courtney, what's going on?"

Courtney turned away from the window and said, "Oh, Gwen, nothing to worry about. There was a zombie that stumbled in front of the house."

Gwen looked around outside uncertainly as she asked, "Was it heading this way? Towards the house, I mean."

Courtney shrugged and said, "I'm not sure. Why does it matter?"

Gwen turned back to Courtney and said, "That shot could have attracted a ton of zombies."

Courtney's eyes went wide and she said, "Oh crap. Well, how many zombies could it possibly have attracted?"

A loud moaning was heard from outside, and Gwen looked to see dozens of zombies emerging from the forests on either side of the path the house was resting in. Gwen ran out the room and said, "We're in trouble! Courtney, stay there unless we need you!" Gwen ran downstairs to find Divine, Owen and Bridgette all sitting with each other, waiting for Gwen to come downstairs. She saw the other three and said, "Arm yourselves guys; there's a hell of a lot of zombies on the way!"

A young man was seen walking down the road. As he walked, he kept checking over his shoulder, as if he was expecting something to be following him. He took his baseball cap off of his head and ran a hand through his somewhat long red hair before he put it back on so he could see. A zombie stumbled out from the woods to his left and seemed to not see him.

The man charged forward and pulled a combat knife from the holder strapped to his jeans. He snuck up on the zombie from behind and drove the knife into the back of the ghoul's skull, killing it. He pulled the knife out of the dead corpse and wiped the blood off on a clean part of the shirt the zombie wore. He put the knife away and wiped some dust off of his tight fitting white shirt.

He continued walking until he heard a loud, collective moan. He looked in the direction of the moan and saw the top of Divine's house poking over the treetops. He lowered the bandanna covering most of his face, revealing a scar on his left cheek, before saying, "I wonder what's going on over there. If there are that many zombies though, there must be other survivors! I have to help them!" The man took the AK-47 he kept strapped to his back and made sure it had enough ammunition before he started jogging toward Divine's house and the source of the moans.

Gwen opened a second story window and aimed her shotgun at the growing group of undead. They currently were unaware that there were humans in the house and were just milling about the area in front of the home. Gwen noticed that Divine, Owen and Bridgette were also in their positions with a rifle, machine gun, and pistols respectively.

She fired a shotgun shell into a nearby zombie's head, blowing the decaying gray matter to bits. This was the signal the others were waiting for and all hell broke loose, bullets tearing through the undead. However, it seemed like for every ghoul that was taken down, two more took its place.

Gwen fired another shot and said, "Damn it, this isn't working. How are we going to take all of these down?"

Divine, who was at the next window, shouted back, "I'm more worried about the others. We can lock the doors and barricade ourselves inside the house and defend ourselves if we need to, but the others aren't able to defend themselves easily."

Courtney, who was a floor above us, fired another shot, taking down a zombie getting close to the house and said, "They can defend themselves, don't worry about that. But we still need to make the job easier for them."

Bridgette clicked the triggers on her pistols but no bullets came out, and she shouted, "I'm out! I'm going to get more ammunition!"

Gwen shouted back, "I'm going with you. I'm low on shells and we need to go in groups should they break in."

Owen fired off a bunch of bullets and shouted, "Bring some ammo back for me too! I have enough for now, but I'm going to need more soon."

Divine fired her rifle a few times and took down a few zombies before quietly remarking to herself, "I hope the others get back soon. If they don't we may not be here when they get back."

I slammed my foot on the skull of a downed zombie, crushing the bone and getting decayed brain on my sneaker. I groaned and said, "Damn it, this was my favorite pair of shoes."

Chef walked past me and said, "Don't worry about your shoes, punk boy. A lot of these creeps have been heading toward the house before we take them out. I think they're going that way on purpose. We need to get back and see if the others need help."

I nodded and replied, "That makes sense. Well then, let's hurry up and get back there!" We doubled our pace, taking down the zombies we encountered along the way. When we were close to the house, we stopped and took some cover behind the trees.

I looked around the corner at the house and saw at least a hundred zombies, trying to work their way inside. Gunshots filled the air, so I knew the others were putting up a fight. I turned back to the others and said, "To put it simply, there's a crap ton of zombies. Let's kill them!"

The four of us charged forward, using our knives or swords so we could save our bullets for later. Since I was fortunate to have a sword, I was able to cut and cleave through the dead easier than if I had a knife. That's not to say that the others were having a difficult time killing the zombies. Chef and Izzy were pros at killing the undead with their bladed weapons. In fact, it seemed like Zack had the most trouble, and he was easily holding his own. Zack stabbed one zombie in the head and twisted his blade, getting it stuck in the head of the undead and the teen muttered, "Damn."

He pulled out his pistol and started firing into the horde when an opportunity presented itself. Naturally, this attracted some of the other zombies to us. Chef and Izzy soon lost their knives in the growing ranks of the undead and resorted to using their shotgun and pistols respectively.

I decapitated another ghoul when I felt one grab onto me from behind. I struggled around to prevent it from biting me and I fell forward, my sword falling from my grasp. The zombie that I struggled with fell on top of me and it took all my strength to keep its jaws away from my skin. I could feel its hands trying to scratch at my skin. If I didn't finish this thing off soon, I would be a goner.

I was about to give in when a shot rang out. The zombie fell onto my torso, a bullet hole in its head. I kicked the corpse off of me and said, "Thanks Zack. I owe you one."

Zack shot another approaching zombie before quickly reloading his gun and said, "That wasn't me."

An unfamiliar voice said, "No, I was the one who saved you." I turned to see a young adult, probably about 23 years old, standing there with a smile on his face. He was wearing jeans, a tight-fitting white shirt and a baseball cap. He turned and used his assault rifle to take down about a dozen undead. He extended his hand to help me up and said, "The name's Alfred. Looks like you could use a hand."

I got to my feet and said, "Duncan. Yeah, I think we've seen better days."

Alfred took his assault rifle and slung it over his shoulder so it rested on his back. He then took two pistols from holsters on his belt and went to town, shooting zombies near us. Chef beat in the head of one zombie with his shotgun and then quickly fired a few shells into the crowd of zombies, killing a decent number of them and crippling even more.

I retrieved my sword and started to slice up the zombies that Chef had wounded. Alfred returned one of his pistols to its holster and pulled a combat knife from his belt and started to work his way to the house. The four of us followed his lead, helping keep his path clear.

Gwen and Bridgette returned from the armory in Divine's mansion with ammunition. Gwen gave a couple of magazines to Owen before returning to her position. Gwen looked out the window and remarked, "The others are back! And they're with somebody else!"

Divine fired off a few rounds and said, "Yeah, but who is that guy?"

Bridgette fired a few more times and said, "I don't know. But whoever he is, he's got quite a few weapons and it looks like he's helping us."

Courtney took out a few zombies approaching the group on the ground and muttered, "Or he's just trying to win our trust so he can live here."

Owen fired a bunch of rounds from his submachine gun and took out a half dozen of the undead before he changed clips. Gwen shot a pair of zombies with one blast from her shotgun before cocking the weapon and doing it again.

Divine shot a couple of zombies near the others, taking care to not shoot any of them by mistake. The five protecting the house fired into the horde of undead, making the job easier for the others.

I sliced the head off of a nearby zombie before I drove my blade into the skull of another. Alfred was effortlessly killing the ghouls that plagued us with his combat knives. As I cleaved the head of another zombie in two, I asked, "So Alfred, what's your story? What are you doing here?"

Alfred fired his pistol at a pair of nearby zombies and said, "Well, I was at home when this all started. I scavenged for supplies and left with a small group. I'm the only one left of that group. Everyone else either turned or decided to leave. I've been heading for America, running into other survivors from time to time. Every other person I've run into has either turned or wanted to stay put. Besides that, there's not much else to say."

Izzy cackled as she fired her pistols at a few zombies approaching from the side and said, "As much fun as this is, I'm running low on ammo."

Zack fired his pistol a few times and said, "Crap. I'm down to like, four bullets guys."

Chef beat on zombies left and right with his shotgun, shooting ones that were just out of his range before saying, "Hang on robot boy, we're almost there."

Alfred tossed one of his handguns to Zack and said, "Here, this has about fifteen bullets left in it. Make them count."

Zack nodded and said, "Thanks man."

Alfred fired his other handgun and replied, "Don't thank me yet. We may have made decent progress, but we're not out of the woods yet."

Izzy started to use her handguns as melee weapons, since she was so low on ammunition. This caused her to get uncomfortably close to the zombies she was killing.

Alfred noticed Izzy's struggle and said, "Hey redhead! Catch!" He tossed his other handgun to Izzy, which gave her enough bullets for a moment to resume shooting. Alfred then got his assault rifle off of his back and started fire, taking down the zombies in his way.

I slashed at those that were on our sides with my sword, determined to keep us from dying. Zack fired his pistol at one zombie, killing it. He was unaware of the zombie sneaking up on him from behind however. Zack felt something wiz by his head and he turned to see a zombie fall to the ground.

Up in her perch, Courtney yelled to Divine, "I just saved your boyfriend there. We need to do something to save these guys. I think they may be running out of bullets."

Divine stopped firing and said, "Of course! Owen, you're with me!"

Owen nodded and said, "Yes ma'am! I'm right behind you!" Divine and Owen ran off to where the garage located in the back of the mansion was.

I noticed all the zombies around us and I shouted, "Form up guys! We're low on bullets and I think we could conserve bullets this way!" The others formed a circle with me and we held our position, taking down what we could.

Courtney kept up her precision fire, supporting us. Gwen and Bridgette on the other hand were dealing with the zombies that approached the door. I looked at everything going on at once and muttered, "If there is a God, he'll save our asses right about now."

Divine and Owen reached the large garage, which had enough space for eight cars. Currently there were four cars, two motorcycles sharing a space, a jeep, and two military vehicles.

Divine got in the driver's seat of one of the military vehicles and said, "Owen, man the turret. We're going out there to save them."

Owen nodded and said, "All right. But why are there two guns up here?"

Divine started the vehicle up and said, "One's a machine gun. Use that as much as you can. The other is a flamethrower. When we get the others, torch the zombies in the back as we retreat. Once we get back here, I'll start the treads on the house up and throw it in reverse. That should prevent the house from catching on fire."

Owen climbed into the turret seat and said, "Gotcha. Let's go save our friends!" Divine drove the vehicle out of the bay door and drove it around to save us.

I hacked and slashed with my sword almost randomly now, doing whatever I could to keep the zombies from getting to us. The girls and Owen were doing there best to keep suppressing fire up, but the number of zombies was starting to overwhelm us.

Alfred lent his knives to Izzy and Zack, who were now completely out of ammunition, and I could tell that he himself was starting to run low. Chef was the only one who still had a decent amount of bullets left as he could use his shotgun as a melee weapon easier than we could, so he could preserve his ammunition easier than the rest of us.

Chef brought the barrel of his gun down on one zombie's head before sticking it inside another's gaping maw, blowing the back of its head out with a bullet that took down the zombie behind it.

I sliced another head in two and said, "Sorry guys. I tried to get you back safely but it seems like we're not going to make it."

A hail of bullets proved me wrong though as a bunch of zombies that separated us from the forest were killed. Looking to where the bullets had come from, I smiled and said, "Son of a bitch."

Divine drove a military vehicle over to us with Owen manning the turret. She opened the door and said, "Hurry up and get in!" The five of us wasted no time arguing and immediately climbed into the vehicle, Izzy closing the door once we were all in.

Divine drove forward so she could turn around and while she did so, Owen used a flamethrower to burn the zombies closest to us. Divine finished turning around and she headed back toward the house, Owen using the machine gun he was using before to kill, or at least wound, any of the undead ghouls trying to follow us.

Divine reached the garage in the back and immediately ran out of the vehicle.

I called out, "Where are you going?"

Divine called back, "Unless you want my house to catch on fire, I'm going to throw the treads in reverse. We'll let the zombies burn themselves out."

I turned to the others and said, "Well, thanks Owen. We would be dead if it weren't for you."

Owen chuckled and said, "Aw, thanks."

Chef grunted and remarked, "If you hadn't decided to charge straight into battle, we wouldn't have needed them to save us."

I turned to Chef and asked, "What, you wanted to just let the guys here face off against that entire army at once? That would've killed them!"

Chef glared at me and said, "No it wouldn't. We would sneak through the woods to get to the back here, get in, and then we would be fine. You don't know strategy punk, you never been to war."

I glared back and said, "I think we're in a war right now. Besides, Alfred here would have been screwed if we didn't help him."

Alfred nodded and said, "Yeah that's true, I probably would have died."

Divine came back in and said, "We're getting away from the zombies as we speak. Come on in and we'll talk about what happened while you were gone."

Chef stated as he left, "We'll settle this later."

We walked with Divine to her living room and we all sat down on various pieces of furniture. Divine looked at those of us that went on the supply run and asked, "So aside from this newcomer, did you guys find anything while you were gone?"

I shook my head and said, "Aside from a couple of bags of chips, some cereal and a box of crackers, no."

Divine shrugged and said, "Well, as long as we don't have any setbacks, we should have enough food to get to America given our current route."

Owen sighed and said, "That's a relief."

I chuckled and said, "You do realize we're all going to have to cut back on the amount of food we eat right?"

Owen defensively answered, "I knew that!"

Divine looked toward Alfred and asked, "Now, if you don't mind me asking, who are you and what's your story?"

Alfred leaned back in his chair and said, "Well, my name is Alfred for starters. I've wandered around Canada since this all started because I've gotten used to how things work here. If you guys will let me stay with you though, I'll go with you to America. As much as I've gotten used to living in fear of the zombies, it would be nice for things to get back to normal."

I clapped Alfred on the back and said, "It would be good to have your skills with weaponry around. I think he should come with us."

Divine nodded and stated, "I had no intention of turning him away. I'm determined to get as many people as possible to safety. It would be wrong of me to turn you away."

Alfred grinned and said, "Thanks guys. Now I don't know about you, but I would kill for some good food right about now. I haven't had anything that isn't stale or isn't from a can in who knows how long."

Divine nodded and said, "I think we could all use a decent meal. I'll have to keep an eye on where we're going, but once I find a safe path, I'll put this place on autopilot."

I looked out the window towards where we fought the zombies and stated, "You know, it's fortunate for us that we didn't lose anyone back there. That was too close a call for us."

Zack nodded and noted, "Amen to that."

Alfred grinned and remarked, "I'm just glad that I'm with a group now. I've always felt more comfortable in a group. Not to mention now I got a place to stay."

As I looked out the window while we moved along, I felt glad that we were able to make it out of the altercation without any casualties. I hoped that the rest of our journey would go as well as today had. But with our eventual approach of Quebec, doubt lingers in my mind that our trip through the city will be as successful as today had been.

And another chapter is done! Man, I keep integrating elements from The Walking Dead, first there was Daryl and now a power struggle between Duncan and Chef! Do you guys think I should change this to a Total Drama/Walking Dead Crossover? Let me know what you think if you leave a review! Also, just for the record, Alfred is an OC that I made for a different story on this site, in the Super Smash Bros section, and there is no relation to the character Alfred from Kobold Necromancer's Total Drama Battlegrounds. The only similarity is the name. Hopefully the next chapter will be up sometime over the summer, perhaps around mid-July. Then we can find out what Chris and his group has been up to. On an unrelated note, speaking of July, if anyone who reads this lives in the Northeast, specifically New England, and you are going to Connecticon, an anime convention in Hartford, Connecticut, I will be attending so perhaps we will run into each other. Anyways, until next time!