I was pressed into the corner by the oncoming dead; several little demons were fluttering overhead also, cackling madly. I beat the closest zombie back with the butt of my shotgun.
"Great Noodle, just great!" I growled, cocking and firing my gun into the forehead of the nearest corpse, causing it to fall over like a stunned cow that's been tipped. The demons swooped lower to me, poking me with their long claws.
"Give up!" one sniggered. "You'll never get through all of them, there's no point in even try-" I smacked it down and stomped on it with my boot, causing it to falter mid-sentence.
"Shut up!" I barked at the rest, swatting away a zombie's hand. They all looked a little put out before losing interest in my immanent doom and flying off.
I squeezed my eyes shut, I found myself not even able to cry. I was surprisingly calm, only flinching when I felt a slimy hand wrap itself around my wrist. I batted it off with the barrel of the shotgun and a sound reached me through the moans of the reanimated bodies.
It's coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up…
The lift. "No." I breathed, was Murdoc really coming to save me? I asked myself. I craned my head over the zombies.
It's DARE! UH! The lift doors opened to reveal the Satanist with his gun, the song began to play inside the lift and had I not been frightened for my life I would've found something comical in watching the Gorillaz bassist kill corpses to one of our hit singles.
You've got to-Bam! Reload, Bam! Press it on you-Bam! Reload, Bam! I watched Murdoc mow through the whole front line, his expression murderous.
The song played on and I partly wished I had a camera on me so I could videotape this and make another DARE video, this seemed much better than anything I had ever come up with.
"ARE YOU JUST GOING TO STAND THERE GAPING AT ME WITH THAT FACE OR HELP ME?" Muds shouted over the sound of his gun firing. I snapped back to earth and knocked a zombie's head off with a karate kick from yours truly.
In about three seconds the population was depleted and I looked at the man standing before me in one of his old shirts, watching him light a cigarette and take a drag. "Jus' li'e ol' times eh Noods?" he said sarcastically, leaning on his shotgun.
I wiped the sweat off of my brow and nodded. "Yeah, kinda is huh?" I said, looking at the scattered body parts of the undead with disdain. He took another puff of his fag and blew a smoke ring.
"'Ey luv, I'm sorry 'bout wot 'appened in the 'Bago. I didn' mean fer it teh go li'e tha'." He said, uneasy with discussing such emotions.
"It's not what happened it was what it meant to you, absolutely nothing. I thought you were different but you go through days, you're either the Murdoc I know and love, or the old one who'd just as soon stab me as say good morning." I said sharply. He bowed his head and nodded.
"Yeah," he sighed. He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "I'm sorry luv, that wasn' fair a' all. I won' do that again fer a while." He promised. I took his hand and squeezed it.
"Don't worry Muds." I said. "I trust you. I have my own demons." He looked comforted by the fact that I forgave him so easily.
"I don' deserve ya." He murmured. "I'm tryin' to be more like the new Murdoc… I'm tryin luv." He said lowly, almost to himself. I nodded, turning to the hallway leading to the living room.
"I believe you. Come on Murdoc-chan." I said playfully grasping his hand. "Let's go to cleaning." He rolled his eyes but followed.
"Wos this place as bad as it is now when the band was on, erm hiatus." He said, picking his way through the bodies and dusting his jeans off.
"No, it was worse, I used to get attacked at night when I slept. I was terrified." I said, stopping to reload my gun before going into the next room.
"No wonder ya slep' wit' tubby fer so lon', sweet Satan." He muttered. I sat down on the couch and put my knees to my chest. He collapsed down next to me and closed his eyes. I stared at his misshapen nose, his mouth, permanently molded to a scowl, his dark hair scattered with grey.
I realized that I had never ever had feelings toward him, I had always thought of him as an uncle. When I fantasized about being with one of my fellow band mates it had always been 2D that occupied my mind.
"M-Murdoc?" I asked, my voice hanging in the air.
"Hmm?" he hummed.
"What are we doing?" I questioned, he opened one eye and looked at me.
"I ask meself tha' everyday luv." He replied. "Let's fin' out together shall we?" he said. I nodded and leaned into him.
"I'm sorry I don't give you very many chances. I-I'm not much of a partner if I can't accept you for what you are…" I whispered, shame clouding my eyes and dripping out. He peered at me for a long time before sighing.
"Don' feel bad, I wouldn' give meself another look if I was a girl." He muttered.
"I promise to love you for who you are. For better or worse, I'm making you a promise." I vowed, putting a hand to his cheek.
He managed a faint ghost of a smile before standing. "C'mon luv, let's go back to the Winniebago, we'll take care of the zombies later." He extended a hand and I took it. The doubts in my mind were still there but not as heavy as he embraced me. Maybe I could one day love all of him, with his many faces and personalities, but for now I just allowed him to lead me into the lift and down to the Winnie were he cradled me and we discussed how to go about the next few days.