I'm so sorry for not updating anything. I'm a horrible procrastinator.
I don't own Gorillaz.
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They were on top of the truck. "Shit!" Murdoc shouted, scrambling for a gun. 2D rubbed his head, cradling the shaking Noodle in his arms. Another howl echoed through, and a face popped in from the window. It had red, glowing skin, and the face of a pug. "Ew." Russel said, the barrel of his gun directed at its forehead. He pulled the trigger, and the glass exploded, along with the head of the demon. "Russel!" the bassist shouted incredulously, "What the hell, man?" The drummer shrugged, embarressed.
A rotting hand shot through the window, only to be shot off by Murdoc. It fell onto the drummer's crotch, and he tossed it out the window. 2D shook, shooting at everything that came close, and Noodle cried into his shoulder, a series of choked curses coming from her mouth. The Gorillaz fought well, but were over-run in minutes.
Murdoc and Noodle were the only ones left. Russel and 2D lay in the dirt, broken and bloody. Russel's throat was torn out, his eyes staring into the moon. 2D had been shot by the drummer's gun as he went down. A stream of blood dripped prettily from his mouth as he lay in the dirt. Even in death he was beautiful.
Noodle was silent as Murdoc climbed the rock. She held onto his shirt, staring down at the mass of zombies and demons that moaned below them. The bassist grunted, tears forming in his eyes. This was not how Murdoc J. Niccals was supposed to go. No, not at the hands of a bunch of fucking zombies. After they got to the top of the cliff, he hefted himself up. Noodle squeaked, but managed to hold on. She stared down at the bodies of her friends. The zombies stayed away. Strange...
A huge shadow ripped her from her thoughts. Murdoc shouted in surprise. The guitarist fell onto her knees as a winged demon flew over her head. A gust of wind knocked her over the edge. She felt herself falling, down, down, down. Murdoc's cry of anguish echoed through the night, then was silenced by the cry of the demon. A ripping sound was heard, followed by the sound of blood splattering the ground.
Still, she fell down, down, down....
Murdoc snorted, his head whipping up. The bottle of rum he had been holding fell to the ground, shattering. Android Noodle glanced his way, staring coldly at the floor. Though, her gaze was always cold. Another dream... "Damn." the bassist sighed, sitting up from his desk. The squid rolled its eye. If only he really had decided to look for her. If only Jimmy Manson hadn't been to infatuated with him. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. Here he was, on this horrible, smelly, foggy plastic monster, with only a robot and an idiot for company. "Damn..."
A/N: What a twist!