NOTE TIME!: Thanks everyone for reading and the hits and the this and the that! Definitely appreciating that. Keep it rollin'. Remember, tell me how I did so I can improve! Also: sorry for not getting into too much detail with the accents. I'm trying keep it legible. I like things to be legible. Use your imagination, douchebags! Ha ha. Right. CONTINUING ON…


After what seemed like forever in the quarantine room (although actually it was only about a half hour), Toki seemed to have stopped breathing.

"Guys, I think Toki's dead," Nathan said. He crawled over and poked Toki in the shoulder. "Hey! Hey Toki! You dead?"

"Stops pokes me, Nathans," Toki mumbled, opening one eye. He groaned. "Just lets me die." He closed his eye again, curled up, and sighed.

Pickles looked up. "Hey, guys, shut up. You hear that?"

"I don't hear anything!" Murderface said.

"Exactly!" Pickles said. "Nothing! Like… no breathing? At all?"

Everyone turned to stare at him, except for Toki, who was still curled up on the floor in the fetal position with his eyes squeezed shut.

"You mean… we're already dead?" Nathan said.

"Yeah!" Pickles said. "Told you it was a zombie."

"Sho… are we shupposed to go eat brainsh now?" Murderface asked, a contemplative look on his face. He shrugged. "That'sh brutal."

Toki opened his eyes and sat up. "We're already deads?" he asked. "So I did sleeps through it? All rights!"

"So, uh… where the hell are we gonna get brains?" Nathan asked. "I'm hungry."

"Yeah, me too," Pickles said. "But at least my butt don't hurt."

"Yeah, my arms isn't hurting eithers!" Toki said, standing up. "But I need foods. Right nows." He looked down towards his stomach. "It says, 'Tokis, feeds me.'" He frowned.

"We can't do anything if we're shtuck in here!" Murderface said. "Remember?"

Nathan slowly walked over to the door and stared at it. There wasn't a knob on it. He pushed on it experimentally and it swung open.

"That was convenienceds," Skwisgaar said, raising an eyebrow. "But I won't questions it."

They left the quarantine room to find themselves back in the doctor's empty, darkened office. "Guess he left," Nathan said.

"So he leaves us to die and goes offs to eats lunch?" Toki said. "That's brutals."

"We could eat him, when he comesh back," Murderface said, crossing his arms. "He desherves it. Letting us die. Should've tried to shave us. We're important!"

"Yeah, let's eat 'im," Pickles said. "That'd work. We gonna wait for him to come back or go find him or what?"

"Yeah, I guess we'll wait for him," Nathan said. He looked around. "Y'know… he wan't really big or anything. Not much meat…"

"There won'ts be enough of hims to go arounds," Skwisgaar said. "Fives of us, ones of hims."

"Yeah…" Nathan said.

"I should get him 'caushe I killed that zombie kid!" Murderface said.

"Yeah, sure, after he bit all of us!" Pickles said. "I should get 'im 'cause I got butt trauma!" He glared at everyone. "Nobody should have to go through that. Nobody. There is an entire chunk of my butt missing." He made a face. "An entire chunk."

"I ams the fastest guitarists. I should gets him," Skwisgaar said.

"Can'ts I just get the legs or somethings?" Toki asked. "I'll shares."

"This ams dildos," Skwisgaar said. "We can'ts shares!"

"We'll find more people when we're done with him. We can share him for… I dunno, something brutal," Nathan said. "Remember? We're a team. A band. Whatever." He held up his imaginary tape recorder. "Zombie band. Soli… solidarity. Something like that. Zombieklok. Undethklok."

Suddenly, they heard a creaking as the door started to open. Light filled the room as the doctor flipped on the light switch, sandwich in hand. His eyes widened when he saw the band standing there, and he dropped his sandwich. "How… how did you all get out?" he asked.

"Door was open," Nathan said. "We just left."

"Huh. I must not have locked it," the doctor said. "Well, that is the quarantine room, and you are not being quarantined by being out here, so I'm going to have to ask you all to step back in there…"

"No!" Nathan shouted. He glared at the doctor. "We're not going back in there. We're dead."

"Yes?" the doctor said. "The better for you to get back in there. We need to study this."

"And we needs to not bes in a room that gots nothings in it and be hungrys!" Toki said. He groaned. "When are we goings to eat him, Nathans? I needs foods."

Nathan narrowed his eyes. "Now!" he shouted.

Everyone started toward the doctor, who started to scream. "No! You can't… we have to study you! You can't—"

His words were cut off and turned into screams of pain when everyone started tearing off his flesh with their teeth. Wordlessly the band ripped into the doctor, occasionally groaning, mostly biting and gnawing.

Toki pulled off one of the doctor's legs and dragged it off to the side to get out of the way. He started chewing on the flesh and watched everyone else at work. The doctor had been reduced to a bloody mess, and had stopped screaming; instead he was making some interesting gurgling noises. The sight was fascinating. Toki stared as he bit off chunks of the severed leg, almost like eating popcorn at the movies. Almost.

Pickles ripped off the other leg and sat down next to Toki. "Man. This is pretty brutal," he said, gesturing toward the mutilated doctor. "We should've died ages ago. This is great." He grinned, revealing bits of flesh stuck between his teeth, and started eating the leg.

Toki nodded. "There's bloods all over mes," he said, licking his lips. "But I don'ts minds. It's brutals. Wowee." He laughed and watched the other three fight over what was left of the doctor.

Skwisgaar and Murderface ripped off an arm each and went over to where Toki and Pickles were sitting. Nathan ripped the head off of the decimated torso and brought it over. "Okay, guys," he said. "Here's the really important part." He smashed the head against the floor and cracked open the skull to reveal the brain inside.

Nathan held out the severed head in front of him and nodded, giving a silent okay to the guys to start eating. Everyone grabbed a handful of the brain matter and shoved it into their mouths. Nathan scooped out the last of it and tossed the head aside.

"That wash aweshome!" Murderface said, his mouth full.

"Yeah, yeah, it was brutal," Nathan said, looking at his blood-soaked hands. He grinned.

"I'ms still hungrys, though," Toki said as he picked the leg clean. "I thinks I needs more foods." He groaned and looked up at the others.

"Because Tokis is a babys who needs foods all the times," Skwisgaar said, crossing his arms.

"Hey, I'm still hungry, too," Nathan said, narrowing his eyes at Skwisgaar.

"Me too," Pickles and Murderface said simultaneously.

Skwisgaar made a face. "Yes, I ams hungrys too…" he mumbled.

"Sho what now?" Murderface asked. "If we're shtill hungry, we have to go eat shomething."

"Let's eats Charles," Skwisgaar said. "We cans do thats."

"Nah, we can't eat Charles," Pickles said. "He's a robot. Can't eat a robot. Don't work that way. How 'bout some Klokateers? We got plenty of 'em."

"Yeah, buts they dies all the times and they helps us, so we shouldn'ts," Toki said.

"Let'sh get rid of that shtupid clown!" Murderface said.

"Let's just get out of here first," Nathan said. "We'll find someone to eat later. That work?"

Everyone else nodded. Nathan opened the door and everyone followed him. And the blood-covered, newly zombified members of Dethklok left to find more food.