Banshee: Hi everybody. Here's chapter 2 of 'Dead Zone.'

Disclaimer: I only own my OC and the plot.


Chapter One


- Roxas' POV -

Nikki's been gone for almost a week. She took Momo with her, and without him there was no way to track her down… well… there were the Dusks, but we weren't sure how the virus would affect them. Besides, they're dumb as posts and probably couldn't even tell the difference between a zombie and an actual living human; hell, they can't even tell the difference between a photo and the real thing.

Ever since Nikki left, Axel's been a nervous wreck. You would be too if your girlfriend decided to throw herself into a zombie-infested area and there was no way to contact her; the phones were down anyway, but it would have been okay if she relayed her messages through Momo… which she hasn't.

We were all sitting around the table wondering what had happened to her.

"It's been six days and we still haven't heard from Nikki…"Axel mumbled to himself.

"You don't think she… you know…" Demyx hesitated to say the next word, "died, do you?"

"She wouldn't put herself in the middle of a zombie infestation without knowing how to handle herself." Zexion reasoned. "If anything, she's the one killing them."

"Zexion's got a point." I agreed.

"I wonder if killing zombies is as fun as they make it look in Dead Rising.." Demyx mumbled.

Axel growled in frustration and stood up.

"I can't sit here anymore!" He exclaimed.

"A-Axel! Where are you going?" I asked.

"Where do you think I'm going? I'm going to find my girlfriend!"

"She's not going to come back without her family, Axel." Said Zexion. "She's made it crystal clear that she's not coming back until she finds them and makes sure they're safe, and she'll strike down anyone that tries to stop her."

"Who said I was going to stop her? I just want to find her and make sure she's okay."

"You're not going out there alone. I'll go with you." I proclaimed.

"I'll go too." Zexion said.

"Me too." Said Demyx.

"I thought you were afraid of zombies, Demyx." I said.

"I am, but… I'm more scared of Nikki, and I don't want her to come back and haunt me if anything happens to her.."

"Fair enough."

"Enough chatter. Let's get moving." Axel ordered.

- Later, at the Main Island -

- Axel's POV -

At first we didn't know where to go. Nikki has a lot of friends in the area, and she could be looking for any one of them. From what I knew, her father keeps a few guns in his house, so at least we could rule out her parents for the time being.

Separating was definitely not a good idea, so we stuck together.

"Jeez.. Looks like a bomb went off here.." I muttered after observing our surroundings; which literally looked like somebody dropped a bomb here.

"A zombie apocalypse will do that." Roxas deadpanned.

"Hey, there's somebody over there." Demyx said, pointing to a man standing in the street. "Maybe he's seen Nikki."

"Demyx, I don't think you should-" Zexion warned.

But it was too late. Before he could even finish his sentence, Demyx went over to the man.

"Hey, mister!" He called out.

We followed him as he approached the man. At first glance, he looked like some drunk homeless guy. His clothes were tattered and dirty, his skin was pale, and he stood there with a blank expression as his mouth hung open. There was blood on his clothes, but we didn't think anything of it at the moment. I noticed that his eyes were glassy.

"Does this guy smoke pot?" I asked, after giving him a look over. "His eyes are glassy as fuck.."

"Are you sure he's not a zombie? They have glassy eyes." Said Roxas.

"So do potheads."

Roxas gave me a look. "I doubt this guy's on pot.."

"Yeah he is."

"No he's not."

"Are we really doing this? Really?" Zexion said, sighing exasperatedly at our argument.

"Prove he's not a pothead, then." I dared him.

"Guys, come on…"

"Okay. Do potheads have black gums?" He asked.

I looked at the man, and noticed his gums were black.

"Well.. No…"

"Do potheads walk around making a groaning noise?"

The man was groaning.

"No…" I shook my head. "That still doesn't prove anything!"

He gave me a look, shook his head, and sighed, "Okay.."

Roxas picked up a sharp steel rod and jammed it into the man's chest. Then he took the rod out and stabbed him in the stomach and leg (both times hitting him in a major artery), and used his foot to kick the man to the ground. He landed on the ground, and wasn't moving. I figured he was dead; who could survive those kinds of injuries, anyway? The blood that oozed out of the wounds wasn't normal. It looked almost like jelly.

"How about now?" He asked in a matter-of-factly tone as he flicked the blood off his weapon.

"You hit him in the vitals. There's no way that guy's still alive."

I was proven wrong when the man stumbled to his feet. It was as if those hits didn't affect him at all.

"… Oh shit, he's a-"

"Whoa, dude!" Demyx exclaimed as the man lunged towards him.

"Zombie!"

The nocturne was on the ground with the zombie on top of him, using both hands to hold it back as it clawed at him and tried to bite him.

"Get this psycho off me, man!" He yelled.

"Don't let him bite you, Demyx! Hold him back!"

"I'm trying!"

Roxas took the rod and slammed it into the side of the zombies head, knocking it off of Demyx.

".. Is he dead - you know, for real this time?" He asked as he hurried to his feet, dusting the dirt off his pants.

"He's not getting back up, so I'm guessing he's dead." I said.

The zombie wasn't moving, but that wasn't enough for Roxas. He walked up and delivered a kick hard enough to knock its head off. There was a sickening 'snap' as the head detached from the body. The head was sent flying a few feet before it hit the ground, bouncing off the pavement three times before stopping.

"Roxas!" I exclaimed. "What'd you do that for? The guy's dead!"

"Doubletap." He said.

I raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck does 'doubletap' mean?"

"Haven't you guys ever heard of the 'Rules of Survival?'"

"Nope." I said.

Demyx shook his head. "No clue."

"If you guys were left alone, you'd be dead in five minutes…" Roxas deadpanned.

"I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think your little 'performance' has caught the attention of every zombie within a two block radius.." Zexion pointed out as he gestured to the dozen other zombies that were approaching.

They were stumbling out of alleyways and buildings and into the streets, their arms outstretched towards us as they groaned.

"What do we do now?" Demyx asked.

"I got an idea…" I said. Then I yelled, "RUN!"

So we ran. Once we ditched one group, we'd bump right into another one. Before we knew it, he had an entire horde of zombies chasing after us. We were thankful that they were the slow kind, and not the kind from the remake of Dawn of the Dead because if they were we'd be fucked with a capital 'F.'

Eventually, we ran out of places to run. We had an army of zombies in front of us, and the ocean at our backs.

"Oh great!" Roxas yelled. "There's no way out!"

"Can't we just use a portal?" Demyx asked.

"I'm not leaving without my girlfriend!" I shouted. "Out of the way! I'll burn a path through these fuckers!"

I snapped my fingers, and the horde was suddenly engulfed in flames. It wasn't affecting them that much because they were still reaching for us even as they were being burned. Wanting to finish them off quickly, I upped the temperature. The flames grew more intense, and the zombies were burnt to the point where their bodies crumbled. In seconds, they were reduced to dust, ash, and bones. There were some stragglers remaining, but they were crippled and not much of a threat anymore.

"That takes care of them." I proclaimed.

"But there's still more coming." Roxas said, pointing to another group.

"Then I'll torch them too. I'm gonna find my girlfriend, and I'll cut down every single one of these fuckers until I do!"