Banshee: Alright, chapter three! Eleven days to Halloween, whoo~!

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and the plot.


Chapter Two


- Still Axel's POV -

I hate zombies.

I really do.

For every one that I burn to a crisp, ten more take its place. It's getting really fucking irritating.

It's been over two days, and we still haven't found Nikki. We haven't found her body yet, and we haven't seen her stumbling around all glassy-eyed, so we assumed she was still alive.

Everywhere we went, there was a zombie waiting to take a bite out of us; literally. If there were too many, we made a run for it. We didn't want to teleport due to the risk of taking some of them with us. If we had a working car, getting away from them would be a lot easier. Unfortunately, we weren't able to find one that worked. Nearly every car there had crashed, or just plain didn't work, so we were stuck running. We were - extremely - thankful that they couldn't run.

We were finally able to get away from them by going to the high school and hiding on the roof. It was a close call, though. Climbing up the stairs slowed us down and they were - literally - nipping at our heels. When we all reached the roof, I moved to shut the door and was nearly knocked back when the zombies tried to throw themselves through the doorway. The others came to help me, and we used everything we had to push them back to the point where there was only enough room for their arms to reach out from the other side and claw at us. Their arms were the only thing keeping us from closing the door, so I burned the offending limbs off. As soon as the arms were gone, the weight of all our bodies pushed against the door caused it to slam shut. We let go after we heard a 'click,' which meant that the door was closed. To be safe, I melted the door to the frame, making it impossible to open without the use of dynamite. For the first time since we got here, we were finally able to rest.

As we sat there, we thought about where Nikki might have gone. We doubted that she would have everyone with her because of the risk of any of them being infected, so she had to keep them somewhere. It had to be somewhere free of zombies, and, from what we knew, the only place was Destiny Island. The island was accessible by boat, and people only went there to hang out; nobody actually lived there. It was a perfect place for Nikki to hide her friends while she looked for more people to bring back with her.

- Destiny Island -

The island was quiet when we got there. There were no zombies, thank Kingdom Hearts, but it didn't seem like there were any normal people either. We figured that they were all hiding. So we went to look through all the possible hiding places; the tree houses, that big wooden boat at the dock, the shacks, and even Sora and Kairi's 'Secret Place.'

After an hour of searching, we narrowed it down to one tree house.

"I'll go check it out." I said. "You guys wait out here."

I barely had one foot in the door before I heard a "DIE ZOMBIE!" and was cracked in the side of the head. The hit was strong enough to knock me to the floor. My vision was blurry, my ears were ringing, I saw stars, and I could have sworn I heard birds tweeting as they flew in a circle around my head.

"Is he dead?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

"I don't know." Another voice replied.

"Hit him again just to make sure." A third voice chimed in.

"I'm not a zombie, you dumbass!" I yelled.

I looked up and could make out the shiny edge of a Keyblade. The owner was, none other than, the Keybearer, Sora. Beside him were Riku and Kairi.

"A-Axel?" Sora exclaimed. "Is that you?"

"Dude, what the fuck?" I shouted. "You could have killed me!"

"Sorry." The brunette apologized. "We thought you were a zombie.."

"You don't just scream 'DIE ZOMBIE!' and crack somebody over the head the second they walk in the door! A good blow to the head can kill anybody, not just zombies!"

"Alright then. Next time a zombie comes around, we'll ask them politely if they're a zombie and then we'll crack their skull open.." Riku muttered sarcastically.

Kairi gave him a look, and he turned away with a huff.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Nikki left the castle little over a week ago, and we haven't heard from her since. We came out here to look for her." I explained.

"'We?'"

"Yeah. Roxas, Demyx, and Zexion came with me."

"Is everything okay in here?" Roxas asked as he walked in.

"We heard shouting." Said Demyx.

"Oh, nothing. I just got a Keyblade jammed into the side of my head, that's all." I drawled sarcastically. "No need to check on me, I'm fine."

"None of you have been bitten, right?" Sora asked.

"We've been running around so much, those fuckers haven't gotten a chance to bite us." I said.

"Why are you running? Can't you just teleport from place to place?"

"We would, but we don't want to run the risk of them following us through the portals."

"That makes sense."

"How did you guys get here?" Roxas asked.

"We got here on our own. When the zombies first showed up, we took everything we could carry and headed right for the island. That was a week and a half ago." Said Riku.

Roxas then asked, "Has Nikki been here at all?"

"I'm not exactly sure, but I think she showed up at least a week ago." Riku replied. "She talked to us for a little while, then she said something about finding her friend Sandy and left."

"She's looking for Sandy?" I asked.

"Yeah. But that was a week ago." Sora said. "She might have found her already."

"Thanks." I said, and walked towards the door. "Come on guys, let's go."

"You're not going back there, are you? That place is crawling with zombies!" Sora warned.

"What did Nikki say when you told her that?" I asked.

Sora repeated what Nikki apparently told him. "She said 'Fuck the zombies! I'm gonna save my family and friends, and I'll blow the head off any undead fucker that gets in my way!'"

"Our response is pretty much the same as hers." Zexion said.

"Don't worry about us. We'll be fine." Said Roxas. "You just stay here. I'm sure Nikki will come back for you."

"She'd better come back. She promised."

- Back on the Main Island -

As soon as we returned to the main island, we made a beeline for Sandy's house. It looked like any other house on that block; dirty, run-down, and blood smeared all over the front - or what was left of it. There was a gaping hole in the front of the house, almost as if somebody drove right through it. At first we figured somebody either died, turned, or was attacked behind the wheel and drove into the house, but there was no sign of the vehicle when we walked in. The tire tracks stopped in the living room, and it even looked like the vehicle turned around and drove away.

We checked the house, but there was nobody there. There were some dead bodies on the floor, but the stage of decay hinted that they were there for days.

"It's no good." I said after we checked the entire house from top to bottom. "The whole place is deserted."

"Any bodies?" Zexion asked.

"A few. But none of them belong to Sandy's family. Nikki must have taken the whole lot when she got here."

We checked Maggie's house next. It was the same there, and it was the same at Harriet and Cassandra's houses too; deserted, nothing but dead bodies, and a gaping hole in the front of their houses with tire tracks leading in and out.

"She came in, got her friends, and killed all the zombies all in one go. Talk about a clean sweep." I remarked as we left the last house. Then I muttered under my breath, "If only she was that efficient on her regular missions…"

"That's not all. There's one thing that all these places have in common." Zexion said.

"What's that?" Roxas asked.

"A vehicle was used to crash through the wall at each house, and the tire tracks are proof of it. There are some here too." He said, pointing to the tracks leading into Cassandra's house.

"You're saying she used a vehicle? Couldn't she just have Momo teleport them out?" I asked. Demyx was pulling on my sleeve frantically, but I shrugged him off.

"She probably did. She must get around using a vehicle, and when she finds someone she has Momo teleport them to a safe place."

"If she's using a vehicle, what kind should we look for?"

"If I were her, I'd go for something big and powerful. Judging by the tire tracks, I'd say either a hummer or a large pickup truck."

"Uh… Guys…" Demyx interjected.

"What?" I growled.

He pointed behind us, and all the color drained from our faces when we saw what he was pointing at.

Yup.

You guessed it.

More zombies.

It was a particularly large group this time. They hissed and growled as they lumbered towards us, their arms outstretched and reaching for us. Some of them looked like they were partially eaten before they died, and some had lost so much flesh that they had exposed bones in some places; particularly the legs, torso, arms and face. There were others that had maggots of all stages crawling around in their open wounds. We figured some of them came from the local cemetery because they looked like they had been dead for a while; anywhere from a few days to a few months.

"Shit.."

"Let's get out of here!" Demyx shrieked.

We ran, trying to shake off our undead pursuers by running down different streets. However, that strategy only managed to attract more zombies, and the group kept getting bigger. There were at least thirty of them following us when we went down the wrong street and found a dead end. At least with the ocean we could swim away. Now, we were dead meat. I could burn them, but there were way too many.

"Oh great! A dead end!" I exclaimed.

"And if we don't find a way out of this, we'll be dead!" Roxas shouted.

"If only we had a miracle…"

Two seconds after Demyx said that, the sound of an engine caught our attention. Out of nowhere, a bright yellow hummer blindsided the group of zombies, knocking them to the ground and crushing them under its wheels. It skidded to a stop and started again, running over some more. Some zombies tumbled over the front of the vehicle as it plowed into them.

"Whoa! Who's that guy?" Roxas exclaimed.

"I don't know." I said. "But whoever he is, he's kicking ass!"

The hummer's window suddenly rolled down, and the driver, who was wearing a racer's helmet with the visor down, used one hand to point a machine gun out the window. Another window rolled down and the passenger, who was also wearing a racer's helmet, pulled out two machine guns, but they were smaller than the one the driver was holding. While using one hand to drive, the driver and their passenger fired their machine guns, filling the undead horde with bullets. Their heads were blown apart from the amount of shots they fired into them all at once. In less than a minute, they had taken out the entire group. The hummer screeched to a stop, the driver's side facing us as the driver glanced at us.

"Hey, thanks for the save, dude!" Demyx said gratefully.

"Yeah, we owe you one!" I agreed.

The driver glanced briefly at their passenger before opening the door and stepping out of the vehicle, the machine gun still clenched tightly in their hand. They took off their helmet, and our eyes widened in shock.

"No way…"