Epilogue

The sun was just coming up in the sky when Murdoc pulled his car into the parking lot beside Cameron's apartment. He'd stayed up all night, wrestling with what to do and finally realized that he had to say something to her. He still didn't know what, but hiding in his Winnebago wasn't going to help him figure it out. He was hungover, but he had resisted the urge to drink the headache away before he left to see her. He needed a clear mind for this. He got out of the Geep and walked up the stairs to her floor, pausing outside the door to her room. He anxiously wiped his face with a green hand, clearing his throat and knocking on the door. No answer. He knocked louder. "'Ey Cameron?" He whispered hoarsely, pressing an ear against the thin wood. Still nothing. He put a hand on the knob, surprised when it twisted all the way around and opened the door with a long creak. "Cam-" Murdoc stopped short, the words catching in his throat.

She was curled up on the mattress, taking up almost no space at all. She looked tiny with her knees hugged to her chest and shoulders hunched forward. She was just as disheveled as usual, black streaks ran from her eyes to her pale jawline and her tangled golden hair shining in the first morning rays of sun was the only part of her that looked alive. She must still be asleep, thought Murdoc, stooping to pick up her jacket. He'd intended to cover her with it, but while laying it over her, his hand brushed against her bare arm. It was freezing cold. Icy uneasiness and disbelief filled his chest. He looked at the empty plastic bag on the mattress beside her. No… he thought, feeling nothing when he checked the pulse in her neck with two long fingers. His eyes widened and he took a step back. It wasn't possible, she was a fucking child, she couldn't be dead. Any second now, her eyes would pop open and she would laugh, "I got you Murdoc, ha ha! Fooled you!" His gaze stayed on her, waiting for movement. He stood watching her for almost ten minutes. She didn't move an inch.

Murdoc was numb, rendered completely unfeeling by the shock. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. His thoughts were surprisingly clear, untainted by emotion of any kind. He had to call someone about the body, of course. The idea of her rotting here for who knew how long, flesh becoming mouldy and green, turned his stomach. He took out his cell phone, calling the emergency operator. He gave her an address and hung up before she could ask any questions. The police would be arriving soon, he had to leave. Not because he was afraid of being arrested, it was clear that Cameron had killed herself or overdosed or something. But Murdoc wasn't ready to deal with such a reality. He could picture her small apartment filled with police officers, a coroner putting her body into a white bag. That would make the situation seem too true. He knelt on the floor beside her mattress, brushing the hair away from her face. He'd miss her. A lot. He'd finally figured it out, though a bit too late. They could have had something. Maybe one day, he could have learned to love. He kissed her softly on the forehead and left, first walking then running to the Geep and speeding down the street.

Three Months Later

Murdoc was sitting in his Geep outside the abandoned factory he'd taken Cameron to a few nights before she died. It felt like years ago. Murdoc had thought about the circumstances surrounding her death a lot in the past few months. He wondered if she really had killed herself. It wouldn't have been too surprising. If that was the case, he gathered, it had probably been his fault on some level. Most things were, he'd begun to notice. He hoped for the sake of his conscience that wasn't the case, but he knew he could never be certain. Some days, that was okay, some days, it wasn't. He'd been drinking a lot, and had taken up the habit of snorting a few lines of Oxys before bed. In the past week or so, a few when he woke up, too. He rarely left his Winnebago and spent most of his time listening to Tom Waits and staring off into space.

He ignored his bandmates completely. Luckily they hadn't seemed to notice anything too worrisome or strange in his behaviour, and for that, he was grateful. In the rare instance that he did leave Kong, it was to come here. He pulled a warm bottle of beer from the glove compartment and yanked off the cap before emptying the entire thing down his throat. He tossed the bottle to the ground near the base of a large Oak tree. A pile had been accumulating there since her death, a kind of memorial. Murdoc wiped his mouth, opening another beer and toasting the sky, then after a moment's hesitation, the ground. "Good luck, Cameron. Wherever you are." He muttered. He eventually fell asleep, dreaming that she was in the passenger seat beside him.

The End

A/N: Okay, so there it is. My first Fanfiction. I'm not entirely satisfied with it but I had the idea and it wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down. A few things:

1) If you found the ending abrupt or unsatisfying, let me know because I might write a part two where Cameron is a ghost or Murdoc visits her in hell, if that's where I decide to put her. Or even a short prequel that deals with Murdoc and Cameron's lives before they met. But only if it's requested, I don't want to overdo the plot so I'll just leave it as is for now.

2) I'm also considering writing an entirely different Gorillaz story, if you have have requests/suggestions let me know because honestly, I have a very limited number of ideas. I might do something friend-shippy or humorous between Russel and Del because I think they're pretty cool or I was thinking MAYBE a 2DxOC but I feel like that would require mushiness and I'd probably shit all over it because I'm not sure I have the ability to write a real heart-warming romance. Let me know if you'd be the slightest bit interested in reading either of these things.

3) Thanks to the people who left nice reviews or personal messages, I seriously appreciated them. I just want to give you oral sex or cake or something. You're the best.

Well that's about it, personal message me any ideas or suggestions for a new story. Okay, bye.