Sorry for the wait, guys.

Anyway, I don't own Gorillaz.

Chapter 5: Her Majesty's Soldiers

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Murdoc clenched and unclenched his hands on the wheel as his eyes nervously flicked from each canyon wall. He had a feeling of being followed, and he did not like it. Russel's humming continuous drumming on the dashboard didn't help, either. Murdoc opened his mouth to cuss him out, but 2D's shrill voice cut through the silence before he could say anything. "Damn it, Russ! STOP IT BANGING! Stop! It! Banging!" The bassist's foot slammed on the gas at the sudden noise, sending them slamming towards the front of the truck.

They slowly turned to stare at the singer, disbelief plastered on their faces. 2D was clutching his head, tears spilling from his eyes. A smear of zombie blood stood out on his pale cheek. Obviously another migraine. Russel nodded apologetically, and Murdoc laughed. "Ya know, you sounded like me on that "Eel" G-Bite that we did." he chuckled, moving the truck forward again. The singer whimpered, but said nothing. The drummer awkwardly sat back in his seat, his hands folded and resting on his stomach. All was silent from then on.

2D stared at his hands in disbelief. He had shouted at Russel. Russel! The migrain pounded on his empty head, sending his thoughts reeling. He lay down on the floor of the truck, pushing the sharp weaponry away from his head, and tried to fall asleep to the gentle hum of the motor.

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Noodle's eyes opened weakly, and she grimaced. Her eyes burned at the grit that plastered shut, and she coughed. She moved her leg, feeling something big and heavy on it. Lifting her head, she discovered it was the charred remain of her windmill's door. The guitarist sat up wealky, tossing the wood from her legs, which were bruised and cut. How long had she been out? Noodle sneezed, which sent her into a fit of coughing from the soot that seemed to envelop every crevice of her body.

Once it passed, she stared around. Canyon, canyon, dead island. The guitarist's eyes roamed the expanse of rock and soot that used to be her flying island. Her throat constricted, and she let out a choked sob. How long had she been out?! Noodle's head whipped around, desperatly trying to locate her beat up radio that she had used to reach the room of Brains inside Kong. Had anyone heard her? Desperatly pressing the button, she croaked a single word into the speaker: "Manana."

Black haze reached towards her, blocking her vision. "No." she whispered, startled by her own voice. Then, the young, beaten guitarist fell backwards, blacking out.

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"Hey, Muds, is that smoke?" Russel asked, pointing towards a large, craggy opening in the canyon. The bassist stopped, peering over the drummer's large girth, then nodded. Russel sighed, then leaned over the seat, throwing an empty beer can at the sleeping singer. 2D woke with a start, muttering something incoherent. "Let's go, 'D." he said, rolling his eyes. The singer nodded, rubbing his pit-like eyes.

Murdoc slammed the door, muttering about how stupid the singer was, and rounded to the back, opening the doors with a snarl. 2D flinched, handing the bassist his gun, then jumped out behind him, a scyth strapped to his back, and Noodle's katana on his belt. His bag, which was stuffed with the guitarist's things, hung across his chest, coming to rest on his skinny hip. The bassist turned, pure malice in his voice. "Let's do this." he said lowly. Every hair on the singer's neck stood up at the tone of Murdoc's voice, but he nodded, despite his fear. And with that, the remaining Gorillaz set of towards the canyon, guided by their flashlights, for the day was fading. But, along with the stars, ghastly creatures also appeared, as if out of no where, stalking them by the light of the moon.

A/N: What will our three heroes do now?! R&R please. :D