(Thanks to angie2282, Can't get any better, and zackt2010 for your reviews! Sorry for the slight delay on the chpater, bu hey, it's here now! It's going to get screwed up from this chapter on. Read on folks!)

The death of Paige had hit everyone hard, even Minori, Mizori and Dylan. The three hadn't known her, but they felt like she was important for some reason. Trent was still standing in the doorway, gripping the wooden siding hard. Zach was kneeling next to Paige's body while Leslie held Tanzi, keeping her eyes averted.

"What should we do?" Leslie asked shakily, gulping.

"We should keep Paige's body away from the zombies. We need to keep her in a safe condition. It's the most we can do for her."

"Where though?"

"I-I know somewhere..." Mizori called up, causing attention to go to her. "There's a cupboard in the corner of the room." She pointed it out. "It locks from the outside, and I doubt these things can unlock it."

"What says they can't?" Minori challenged her sister, Dylan nodding dumbly along. "We have no idea what these things can do."

"So what do you suggest, dear sister?" Mizori asked sarcastically.

"Why not just chuck her outside, distract the son's of bitches with her body." SLAP. Minori clutched her cheek in pain, stumbling backwards and falling on her rear. Dylan clumsily knelt down to her. She glared at the seething Tanzi, her shoulders going up and down.

"Don't you DARE suggest that!" she exclaimed, before turning to Mizori. "We'll go with your idea, Mizori. At least she will be safe." She looked to Zach and Leslie, who both nodded. But the instant the two touched Paige's pale skin, a white screen suddenly filled there minds.

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"What the hell..." Leslie asked, looking around the white area. Zach was next to him, dressed in a tuxedo. "Why are you dressed like that, and where the hell are we?"

"I don't know..." Zach said, staring at Leslie with his mouth agape.

"What?" questioned Leslie, suddenly realising an odd sensation. He was looking out of both eyes. Both eyes. Leslie quickly ran his hand over his face, feeling his unmarked face, his eye in tact and no scars to be felt or seen.

"Hey! Hey Leslie!" Leslie turned at the sound of his name, to come face to face with none other than James, his ex-lover.

Leslie's eye's widened as James embraced him in a tight hug, as Zach looked on awkwardly. He looked around, suddenly noticing that they were in some sort of bar... 'wait a moment...' Zach recognised this bar, and to confirm it he saw Miguel Custado's body falling to the floor. His eyes widened as the explosion happened after the match hit the alcohol. He span around to Leslie and James, and watched as James was incinerated, his charred corpse falling to the floor. He checked himself, but was okay. Leslie was aghast.

"James! JAMES!" he shouted. "No! Not again, not again... not again..." he muttered, shaking as he held his lover's corpse. He felt a firm hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Zach looking suspiciously around.

"This isn't real Leslie. This is something completely different."

"Oooh, so the little joker gets something right for once." Said a voice, echoing throughout the ruined room. "Unlike his choice of girls... or his choice of clothes... or his choice of friends!" the voice cackled, before the scenery span around and around, transforming into some sort of alleyway. "And look at this, two birds with one stone. The little homosexual is here too. How'd you find you little lover burning?" Another cackle, and both Zach and Leslie clenched their fists.

"Who are you! Where are you!" Leslie called out, as water started to seep into the alleyway. It covered both men's legs, before Zach noticed it was crimson.

"Holy shit... This is blood!" he exclaimed, and yelled when a body appeared in the river of blood. It was his father, a gun hole in his head. "F-f-father..."

Something nudged against Leslie's leg, and he saw a completely diced up corpse. He recognised it as James. Leslie watched horrified as one of James' eyes fell out of it's socket.

"Whaddya say, Leslie old boy? An eye for an EYE!" Leslie turned around, to be impaled in the eye with a long sharp object. He screamed in pain as his eye was plucked from its socket like a bird eating a worm. The scenery changed again, this time into a dirty and dank office.

"So detective, what do we have here?" said the same voice, a shadowy figure behind a desk.

"I don't know. All I know is that he is missing an eye. Apparently it was death by IMPALEMENT!" the other man with the same voice yelled, shooting towards Leslie. Zach acted quickly, tackling Leslie out of the way, feeling a sharp object impale his shoulder. He looked to see a scarred gloved hand, with fingernails like claws.

"Th-thanks..." Leslie breathed, just as the floor broke underneath them. They fell, yelling at the top of their lungs. As they fell, the hole got narrower and narrower, dead and rotting hands reaching out for them. They fell straight onto a haystack, and they popped out, breathing hard. "Okay,how did we survive that?" he asked, holding his chest. Leslie's face was crimson, but oddly enough he didn't feel any pain apart from the initial.

Zach shook his head, completely confused.

"Mustn't be late, mustn't be late..."

The two looked to their right, and gasped when they saw a rabbit hopping across the floor, a stopwatch in it's paws.

"You realise this is very similar to Alice in Wonderland, right?" Leslie asked; Zach nodded. Suddenly, the rabbit was kicked away, and four shadowed figures carried a throne facing the other way in. They put it down, and stood back. Slowly, the throne turned around, and another shadowy figure drew it's finger over it's throat.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!" It screamed, lunging for both men. They caught a glimpse of a scarred and burnt face wearing a fedora before they suddenly bolted up from the floor. They looked around wildly at the bemused expression of Trent and the worried expression of Tanzi. The three students were confused, not sure what to make of these strangers. They both got up, breathing heavily.

"What the fuck..." Trent whispered, pointing at both men's chests.

Both of their tops had been ripped off, and they both had words embedded on their chests. On Leslie's it said: One Two, Freddy's... and on Zach's it said. "Coming for you!"

Just after that, the first window broke.

(Well, that was fun to write. Thanks again for the reviewS!)