(Thanks to Can't Get Any Better, angie2282, and zackt2010 for your reviews! All right, poll results are in and *drum roll* we got a tie! It is between Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street, so, to make it fair, i am going to combine the two for the next story. Unless I can think of a better title, it is going to be called "Nightmare at Crystal Lake" Allright, in this chapter, shit starts to hit the fan. So read on)

Trent stared at the group, Victor standing slightly to the side as he wasn't included. "Anyone? Because it is going to be a bit of a problem if you can't fucking ride!"

"I-I have a bit of experience." Tanzi stuttered, still freaked out from the close encounter of the two zombies. "When I was younger, I used to ride a motorbike to college."

Victor nodded. "So..." he took a quick head count. "We need one more person. Can anyone else drive them?"

Zach and Paige shook their heads, while Leslie just stared at Zach, still angry over his near death experience and no-one coming to save him.

"I can."

Everyone looked to Jeffrey, who looked worse than before. He face was basically right, and the colour of his eyes had diluted. His hair was falling out, and the rashes had developed into bulbous pus-filled boils.

"Are you sure?" asked Paige, concerned. "Are you in the right condition."

Jeffrey put his hat over his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "I'm fine. I'll be able to ride. Although, won't we need weapons?"

Victor nodded. "True. If any of you get separated, we will need to defend ourselves. I got my metal bat, Trent his steak knife, and Leslie has his knife. Which means you four need to find some weapons. The indicated four nodded, and started to look around, studiously avoiding the bodies of the deceased Devil Biker's.

Paige investigated a made-up kitchen, and saw it had a rack of rough and blunt knifes. She picked one out of the rack, and looked at it; the grip just right in her hands. The blade was blunt, but would be able to stab effectively. 'I like it... it should be able to get these zombies in the brain'

"That's a good weapon."

Paige jumped as Zach placed a hand on her shoulder. In his hands was a pair of knuckle dusters. "These should be able to smash some heads, right?"

Paige nodded. "Yes, as long as they don't swarm you. You'll be royally fucked otherwise."

Zach shrugged. "We'll all be fucked if we are swarmed. But, in the meantime, it should work."

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"Sorry..."

Leslie turned to Tanzi, who was wringing her hands nervously. "What?" he asked, more angry than he wanted to be.

"I-I'm sorry... " Tanzi repeated, now biting her lip. "I wanted to help you... but I was just too scared. I always had claustrophobia, and the darkness just got to me."

"Don't worry about it." Leslie said, waving her off. "And here." He handed Tanzi a metal pipe, which was roughly the length of her arm. "This should suffice, right?"

"I won't be able to use it though, as I'll be driving. You have it." Tanzi responded, handing Leslie the metal pipe again. Leslie nodded his thanks, and rubbed a particular scar extending from his left eye to his jaw. "You know... when I was caring for you after that incident..." Leslie winced at the memory. He was in pain for so long, and was unable to see for a while. Luckily, eyesight in his eye came back, but the other eye had to be rid off. His face was bandaged for a while, and when they took them off and showed him a mirror, he had almost had a heart attack.

Leslie always loved his looks, and that was one of the things James loved about him. 'James...' Leslie gulped at the memory of his late lover. James had died to save him, and Leslie still felt guilt about it.

"When I was caring for you..." Tanzi continued, bringing Leslie out of his memories. "I learnt a lot about you. I'm not sure you knew, but you talked in your sleep." A blush rose to her cheeks. "You talked about you past in school, how you were bullied about your... your sexuality." Tanzi placed a hand on Leslie's shoulder. "I just want to let you know, you're not alone now. I know James is no longer with us, but you got us, me, Paige, Zach and Jeffrey. We're your friends, so do not be afraid to talk to us. Don't bottle up your feelings inside" When Tanzi finished; she turned and walked towards Jeffrey, starting up a conversation about how to properly control bikes.

Leslie felt confused, and was pretty embarrassed about talking in his sleep. 'What else did she hear?' He shook his head, and pulled out his eye, unconsciously turning it over and over in his fingers.

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As Paige was talking with Zach, she felt an odd feeling in her stomach, like a constriction. She felt something click, and she doubled over in pain, a small drop of blood falling from her mouth. 'What! ' she thought, as the constriction got tighter and tighter. Paige fell to her knees, clutching her stomach in pain. She coughed, and a torrent of blood burst from her mouth. Paige tried to speak, but more and more blood spilt from her mouth. Suddenly, a white light filled her eyes, and her stomach was ripped open, her intestines spilling from the wound. She saw at a glance some sort of clawed hand, before blacking out.

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"Paige? Hey, are you all right?"

Paige opened her eyes, to find she was on the floor, everyone apart from Trent crowding around her. Zach had spoken, and his eyes were filled with worry. All of a sudden, Paige shot up, breathing hard. She looked around, but there was no blood, nothing. She pulled up her top to inspect her stomach, but it was intact. No giant hole, no clawed hand, nothing. 'What the fuck...'

"Paige, what's wrong!" Zach asked.

Not replying, Paige shakily picked herself of the floor, scared out of her mind. "Its fine, I just slipped." For some reason, she couldn't tell the others what had happened. Paige had had visions of other people's deaths, but not of... not of that. "We should get going, and partner up to leave this place for the docks."

"Finally!" Trent exclaimed. "Quickly, so we can get the hell out of this hell hole."

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It had been twenty minutes since the group left the hideout, and everyone was partnered up. Zach had teamed up with Tanzi, Leslie was with Victor, and Paige was with Jeffrey, while Trent was driving alone. He had argued that he didn't want anyone holding him down. Jeffrey was up front, near to Trent, while Tanzi and Victor were slightly behind, so the whole group formed a square formation.

As they drove through the city, they could the effect of the outbreak. Windows were broken, lights were flickering and abandoned cars were on the sides and middle of the streets. Zombies were feasting on bodies spread about the place, and the zombies tried to chase after the group, but the motorbikes were too fast for them. They also noticed, now they looked properly, that the zombies looked like Jeffrey; pale, hair missing and boils covering their bodies. Tanzi shivered, turning away from the horrifying sights of the city.

Every now and again, Trent was slicing zombies up with his steak knife gladly. There were no helmets because the Devil Bikers were 'Hardcore' according to Trent.

The scenery suddenly changed into a park like area, and she realised she was in Hill Park. She knew because there was a sign saying: WELCOME TO CRYSTAL LAKE. 'What!' Paige thought, looking back at the sign. It said: WELCOME TO HILL PARK. She rubbed her forehead, keeping one hand grasped around Jeffrey's waist. 'What the hell is going on? First a weird hand, now a weird sign... what the hell...'

Jeffrey felt his eyes shutting, and he opened them quickly. The bike swerved slightly, but he regained control quickly, grasping the handles tightly so his already white hands turned even whiter. He coughed, and blood spat from his mouth, the wind driving it behind him, straight into Paige's face. Slightly disgusted, she wiped the blood of her face. "Jeffrey? Are you okay?"

Jeffrey raised a hand. "Yeah, I'm..." he stopped, coughed ,spraying out more blood. He looked down to his hand, and saw that one of the boils had popped, green pus spreading over skin. "I'm..." Again, Jeffrey coughed, but this time, instead of blood, it was some sort of yellowy liquid.

"Jeffrey?" Paige asked, nervously. Jeffrey slumped right, losing control of his body and the bike. "Jeffrey!" Paige shrieked as the bike headed straight for Trent's, who was staring with wide eyes.

(See what i meant. Leslie speakin' in his sleep, Paige is seeing things, and Jeffrey just fell unconscious, on a motorbike! So, it's all fun and good. Till next time, and thanks!)