It's been 2 weeks, but here we go with chapter 11! With this chapter I've hit over 50k words so that's a milestone I guess? I never thought I'd write more than 5 chapters of this so I'll give myself a little round of applause.
Also I'd like to say thank you to those who have reviewed my story, especially those of you who consistently review. Reading your comments inspires me to further the story. I'd love if you keep leaving me feedback as it helps me improve and enjoy my writing even more.
Additionally this chapter introduces some new characters (you can probably guess who based on recent events) so more characters are being added to the poll on my profile. Go to my profile and vote for those you wish to survive the story; trust me it has an impact. Ironically as of the last time I checked Gwen and Cody are at the top and they've been gone for some time now. Their fates are still unknown. Will that perhaps change soon?
Anywho I'll stop babbling now and let's get on with what the readers actually care about: the new chapter. Enjoy!
WARNING: This story may contain scenes of violence, swearing, sexual activities and character death.
Bridgette cleaned off her bloodied hands with some of the lake water Trent and Geoff had gotten for their usage whilst on the boat and she smiled. At last, DJ had been helped. The procedure had been extremely difficult, strenuous and worrisome, but she'd pulled off the unthinkable. She somehow got the bullet out of his shoulder, a wound that seemed like it occurred eons ago, and now she just hoped he'd regain consciousness soon. She took a seat next to the cot DJ was laying atop to gather her thoughts. She'd been told by Katie, who had helped her during the procedure, that they'd picked up four new people; though she knew nothing about any of them. Meeting and dealing with new people was the last of her concerns at the moment.
There was a knock at the door and she looked up, expecting to see Katie or Geoff, and she was startled to see an unfamiliar boy with fiery red hair standing there. He seemed relatively poorly dressed, granted that wasn't all that important anymore, but he had a rather friendly smile on his face.
"Mind if I come on?" He asked innocently. Bridgette's body had tensed upon initially seeing him, but she relaxed and let him in. It appeared she would be meeting the new recruits sooner rather than later.
"I'm Scott," He said, offering his hand to the surfer girl which she accepted, "I thought I'd come introduce myself cause you weren't there to meet all of us."
"My apologies," Bridgette said sincerely, "I was tending to my injured friend. It seems all is well now, thank God."
"You have nothing to apologize for, it's cute that you care so much for your friends." Scott gave her an innocent kiss on her hand, causing her to blush against her will; he was being very courteous.
"Such a gentlemen." Bridgette found herself giggling a little; as if she'd temporarily forgotten where she was or the horrors that were happening globally.
Scott gave a low bow, "I was raised a southern gentlemen ma'am, it's in my nature."
"Well I'm glad to have met you, I hope we can be friends." Bridgette said sincerely, not noticing the subtle smirk on Scott's bowed face.
"As do I, but I'm afraid I must go check on everyone else. You know, make sure they're all okay and such." Scott stated and Bridgette nodded, accepting this.
She gave him a smile as he left and she thought him over: he seemed like a nice enough boy. Obviously she wasn't interested in him romantically, she had Geoff, but she sort of liked his rugged charm. She hoped the others in his group were as nice as him.
"Bridgette?" She nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized DJ, who had apparently just sat up, was the one who had spoken to him, "Bridgette where are we?"
"Oh thank God you're alright!" Bridgette threw her arms around him and couldn't keep her tears at bay, "We were so worried about you!"
DJ winced when she came into contact with the recovering shoulder, but he tried to return the hug. Bridgette whispered to him, "We're on the yacht still, but Katie told me we're going somewhere else with some new people."
"New people?" DJ frowned, surprising Bridgette a little, "Do we know much about them?"
"Not really, but Courtney arranged some sort of a deal with their leader." Bridgette explained, "Apparently I'm going to help their wounded and they're going to give us a place to stay and food to eat."
"We can't trust them." DJ said firmly, "We shouldn't trust anyone we meet. Not after I saw what Blaineley could do, and she knew us Bridge. Imagine what people who don't know us will do if they're hostile?"
Bridgette certainly wasn't anticipating this anger from DJ, but she understood where it was coming from: he had been betrayed by someone he knew. Granted Blaineley was an awful human being, but she still knew him and his life. Bridgette bit her lip: perhaps he had a point after all? She'd have to do some digging into these new people.
Suddenly there was another knock at the door, revealing the person to be Katie and she said, "We're pulling alongside a shoreline now and we're about to get into lifeboats to row-"
She stopped when she realized DJ was awake and they locked eyes. For a moment, nobody moved, spoke, or even breathed. And then she was running across the room to give him a very soft hug, not wishing to damage him any further, and even a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm glad you didn't leave me." Katie whispered so that Bridgette couldn't hear her.
"I never will," DJ said comfortingly, "that's a promise."
The yacht had come to a stop as Bridgette and Katie helped DJ walk out to the deck. He was still in significant pain, but he seemed mostly functional, much to the girls' relief. Upon being seen, DJ was given a very warm greeting by his buddies Duncan and Geoff, as well as most of the others. Well, aside from the new people, but he didn't know them. DJ narrowed his eyes at each of them and chose not to speak to any of them.
"Alright everybody," Courtney addressed the now fourteen person group, "get into life boats and follow us to shore. We're going to have to abandon the yacht, it's just too inconvenient and running out of fuel anyways. So make sure you get whatever you need, we won't be coming back."
The group had already made sure they'd taken what few belongings they had and stuffed them into backpacks. Geoff swapped places with Bridgette, as he could help DJ a bit more with moving around and the surfer girl took charge of carrying the medical supplies she'd found earlier.
"It'll be dark in a few hours," Jo reminded everybody, and some noticed the look of fear that crept onto Brick's face at that, "so let's hurry up maggots."
"Maggots?" Trent whispered to Noah, "She reminds me a bit of Chef."
"She's about as pretty as Chef, and manly." Noah commented with a shrug as he climbed into one of the life boats.
Courtney, Duncan, Jo and Brick took the lead life boat, with life boat two consisting of Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Katie and Scott, and life boat three carrying Heather, Trent, Alejandro, Lightning and Noah. All their supplies piled up next to them as each boat had two rowers. There was no conversation as they made their way across to the shore. It was an eerie silence accompanied by the nerve racking setting of the sun. The darkness was when the true fun began; for the undead.
In seemingly no time, all the boats had beached and people were getting out. Brick seemed to be continuously glancing skyward, looking more worried by the minute. Scott was volunteering to help Bridgette carry the medical supplies, which she allowed after he graciously requested. This interaction went completely unknown to Geoff, but Noah saw it and narrowed his eyes: he'd have to watch that one. From what he'd heard, he was less trustworthy than Alejandro and Heather.
"So how do we get to this base of yours?" Trent broke the silence as he asked Lightning the pertinent question.
"I don't know," Lightning said grumpily, arms crossed as if this were a touchy subject, "I wanted a different base, but Jo said no."
"Oh get over it already Muscle Mind," Jo rolled her eyes, "as if we were going to hole up in a lighthouse just because it sounded similar to 'Lightning'."
"You're just jealous!" Lightning protested and turned away from her.
"Ladies if you're finished with your tea party, we are in the middle of something important!" Heather said impatiently, leaning on Alejandro a bit as she nursed her twisted ankle, "Now lead already!"
"Need I remind you that you're only coming with us out of the kindness of my heart." Jo snarled right back, stepping up close to Heather.
"No, we're going with you because of a mutual agreement." Heather pointed out, "And some of us would like to get there today instead of listening to you argue with someone who has half a brain cell, max."
"At least he can fight," Jo defended Lightning, shockingly, "what can you do, toothpick? Hope you annoy the zombies to death? It works on humans I suppose."
"That's enough soldiers!" Brick shouted, drawing everyone's attention just before Courtney opened her mouth to do the same, "We are about to be in impending darkness! We have to get control of the squadron and make it back to home base. We don't need any discourse in the group, so make up."
Heather and Jo both glared hatefully at each other before reluctantly shaking hands: it was clear this was not over. But for now they could move on; they had bigger fish to fry and that was finding their way back.
"Good, then let's move out troop!" Brick seemed happy enough as he lead the way. Courtney hurried to join him at the front.
"Nicely handled by the way," Courtney actually gave a genuine compliment as the group continued along the sidewalk of a road that Jo claimed would eventually lead them to their shelter, "you're not too bad at commanding. How come Jo's in charge and not you?"
"Well I appreciate your compliments ma'am." Brick saluted with a smile, "But Jo is a better all around leader than I am, I just advise her."
"Must be nice having such a competent advisor," Courtney grumbled, "I have to deal with people who may or may not be plotting my demise."
She couldn't help but look back at Heather and Alejandro, who were currently locked in a hushed, intense looking conversation. Brick saw who she was looking at but decided to comfort her on the subject, "I wouldn't worry about them. Granted I don't know them well, but when Jo had you at gun point and threatened you, they weren't willing to let you die. I think they're alright."
"You may be right," Courtney admitted, finding herself somewhat surprised at how willing she was to open herself up to Brick, "I mean, Heather did save me on the highway too. And Alejandro saved Duncan. It's just complicated I guess."
The two continued having a wonderful discussion, both enjoying talking to the other. Duncan narrowed his eyes at Brick from a little ways back: he didn't like the guy. He was just too positive, too lawful, and seemingly too perfect. And he definitely didn't like that Courtney was genuinely smiling while talking to him. Perhaps something would need to be done about him.
A few hours later, just as darkness had truly begun to envelope everything, the group arrived at Jo's base. And they were a bit surprised at what they saw: it was a hotel. They'd found themselves wandering into what seemed like a small town, with a few wrecked cars in the streets, but no sign of any people. But Jo and Brick had taken the reins and instructed everyone to follow them down a side street. After exiting that, they'd found a smallish, almost rundown hotel facing away from the main road. It was only a two story building, but the windows were all boarded up and no light escaped the building. It was clear someone had been using it as a hideout.
Jo knocked on the front door softly four times and then waited a second before knocking another two times. A few seconds later, the door was flung open from the inside and revealed a pretty blonde girl wearing a light pink top. It used to be prettier than it was now though once the group spotted the old blood stains: she'd seen a fight or two. She seemed surprised that there was a whole huge group of people, but Jo nodded at her: it was alright.
"Welcome back," The blonde girl said a bit uncertainly as she stared at different members of the other group, "picked up some new friends?"
Brick quickly introduced everyone, and the blonde girl actually gasped after a moment, "Oh my gosh, you guys are the Total Drama crew!"
Everybody blinked: after everything that had happened, they'd forgotten they were actually technically celebrities. A few smiled at that and now the girl was warming up rapidly to their arrival, "I'm Dakota and I've been a huge fan of the show! Always loved Lindsay and Heather, they're fashion was just so fetch!"
Heather actually smiled at her and nodded approvingly, "This girl knows what's up, nice to meet you."
Dakota beamed at her, but as she looked around and realized just how small their group was in comparison to how many people were on the show, her smile faded. "The others are all gone?"
There were some solemn nods. Dakota didn't ask more as the harsh reality set back in, the momentary respite had passed. She composed herself and said, "Alright, well come on in I guess. I can give you a tour."
"Actually is there somewhere I could take my friend to lay down?" Katie asked, referring to DJ, "He's still recovering and all."
"I'll show you where to go," Scott assured her, smiling warmly at both her and Bridgette, "come on."
"I'm going to make the rounds and tell everybody what's happened." Brick volunteered and Jo nodded approvingly, giving him the all clear to do so.
Dakota led the majority of the group who wasn't splitting off to do other things through the lobby of the hotel. Lightning had closed and locked the door behind everyone after they'd entered and was temporarily taking Dakota's place on guard; just in case. They seemed to have a solid system set up so that they were never taken by surprise.
"So we've basically turned the first floor of the building into a survival base." Dakota was explaining to the Total Drama Island crew, "The main lobby is still just a place for us to sit and talk, though also be on watch from intruders. The former pool room is now used to store weapons, as you can see here."
The group paused and looked through the glass door where they could see a couple of tables with weapons piled on top of it. Some of their mouths were hanging open in shock: how on Earth had these people stock piled that many guns? Assuming this partnership worked out, the group would easily be able to get new guns and ammo. Courtney made a mental note of that: perhaps extending this alliance to a more permanent status would be the best strategy.
"May we go in?" Trent was asking, but Jo shook her head fiercely.
"No," She stated, arms crossed, "we barely know you yet and we've already extended a fragile offer at best. And this door is locked and guarded from the inside at all times so don't even think about trying to break in."
Jo was frowning mainly at Heather, who was choosing to ignore her. But now that she'd mentioned it, some of them spotted movement from inside the room and could now see someone had come into full view to investigate what was happening. It was a pretty girl with very poufy hair, though her tan was a bit much. They could see her spraying her voluminous hair with hair spray on the other side of the door; she clearly wasn't doing a whole lot of "defending". Jo sighed and pulled a key out of her pocket and inserted it into the lock. The door swung open and the tanned girl stepped out.
"Anne Maria," Jo greeted a bit angrily, "perhaps you should switch out with someone on guard duty and meet the newbies."
"Mkay," Anne Maria shrugged and continued spraying her hair, "as long as nobody touches the pouf we ain't gonna have problems, kay?"
Her next blast of the hair spray made Courtney start coughing, "Ugh, can you stop doing that please?"
"My hair has to look its best!" Anne Maria sounded offended and actually appalled at her request.
"You do realize we're facing the apocalypse right?" Courtney asked her, annoyance obvious in her tone, "And you're worried about your looks?"
"Honey it's clear you didn't worry about your looks before or after the dead rose up." Anne Maria frowned at her and the tension was clearly growing in the room, "Now why don't you fuck off."
"You just made a mistake." Duncan growled as he stepped towards her, but Trent got in between them to stop anything from starting.
"Come on guys, everyone's just nervous." Trent tried playing peacekeeper, "We have to work together and we can't afford getting into little petty spats."
"Elvis is right," Jo surprisingly came to his aid, "now Poufy just go get something to eat and get over it. Courtney, try not to hate everybody in my group please."
Anne Maria did not seem to like the ganging up on her, but she stalked off without another word. Jo rolled her eyes at her retreating form and actually muttered to Courtney, "I don't blame you for that one, she's annoying as fuck. Only reason she's still alive is because Brick saved her. Soft-hearted fool."
Courtney actually found it admirable that Brick was willing to save anybody, but realized voicing that wouldn't gain her any points with Jo so she kept her mouth shut and nodded. Dakota cleared her throat, composing herself after that awkward encounter, and motioned for everyone to follow her on the continuation of the tour.
Dakota was explaining that the former dining area was now the medical area, with some of the tables having been deconstructed and used to board up the windows. Apparently this had been B's idea and Dakota looked saddened as she realized he hadn't made it back from their excursion. Dakota was leading them into the medical area now and the survivors of the island were now faced with several new members of the new group: some laying down on beds that had been moved from other rooms, some tending to them.
Bridgette and Katie were spotted off to the side laying DJ down on one of the beds, though he seemed mostly alright they wanted to make sure. Scott was next to them, offering Bridgette as much help as he could muster up. Noah narrowed his eyes once again: slippery as an eel that one.
One of the new people tending to some laying down had turned her head towards the survivors and was now approaching. She was a very petite girl with silvery blonde hair and a very calming demeanor. She practically glided over to them, unnerving some in the group, and she halted in front of Jo.
"Your aura is sad, commander." She said serenely, "I sense B is no longer with us, is this correct?"
Jo nodded, "Afraid so Dawn, but we'll just have to make due with his absence. I know you were friends with him, so I apologize."
The others were mildly surprised at how nice and sympathetic Jo was in this moment. Jo seemed to realize this, however, and she quickly reverted back to her typical overbearing self. The girl apparently known as Dawn looked about the group and appraised each one of them.
"I sense many conflicting auras in this group, but many orange-red colors that signal confidence in your ability to survive." Dawn smiled, "Welcome to your new home, I do hope we can be friends."
"An aura reader huh?" Noah seemed unimpressed, "Jo you didn't tell us you were running an insane asylum what with miss aura whisperer and the tan-obsessed hair monster. You should've told us what we were getting ourselves into."
Dawn frowned at him and said, "All I see when gazing upon you is a cloud of gray and darkness."
"Fascinating," Noah said insincerely, "so what does that even mean? Let me guess, I'm a horrible negative person with a cynical view on life?"
"It means you refuse to trust anyone or anything, you have issues from your past that you won't let go, and your heart suffers from this negative energy." Dawn said bluntly and Noah was actually slightly taken aback, though he recovered quickly.
"Ugh, freak." Heather was muttering to Alejandro as she continued using him to keep herself upright, though she was eyeing the beds longingly, "Could you set me down on one of those? I wouldn't mind sleeping for the rest of today. I never thought I could get this tired, even during that Awake-o-thon bullshit from season 1."
While Dawn and Noah had progressed to giving each other the silent treatment, Alejandro gently set Heather down on the bed next to DJ. The Spaniard gave Scott a nasty look, though the dirt farmer purposely didn't make eye contact with him or Heather. Instead he made a point of putting a "friendly" arm around Bridgette and making her actually laugh about something.
Alejandro glanced at Geoff, who was too oblivious to notice, and he sighed in annoyance, "That cowboy is so incompetent he can't even see what Scott is doing right under his nose. I wouldn't put anything past that schemer, especially with Bridgette. She's fairly easy to manipulate."
"You would know wouldn't you." Heather sneered at him and suddenly Alejandro was embarrassed as he remembered his experience with Bridgette.
"All in the past my dear," Alejandro reassured her smoothly, "I only have eyes for you."
"Whatever, I want to sleep." Heather said, turning away from him. He sighed but allowed her what she wanted.
Meanwhile, Dakota had stopped her little tour as she came to a stop next to one of the beds where an overweight nerdy looking guy was laying on top of. She squeezed his hand and said, "Hey Sam, how you doing? Feeling any better?"
"Dakota," Sam said her name and smiled weakly before coughing, "I'm still feeling really, ugh, sick. And the technology withdrawal isn't helping."
"Now Sam you know we can't use the generator to power your game guy." Dakota chided lightly, "I already tried asking if we could do it for my phone but the others said no."
"Jo!" Another girl in the room came sprinting over with desperation in her eyes, "Jo please tell me you found some medicine for Mike! He's getting worse!"
"Sorry Red, didn't find much." Jo told her and the girl with red pigtails started to cry softly. She didn't even seem to register that there were ten new people in the building.
"What happened to her?" Trent asked, somewhat concerned as the red haired girl went back to sitting next to a seemingly asleep boy with spiky hair.
"That's Zoey," Dawn said the name fondly, "she's a very nice girl, but she's been through a lot."
"We've all been through a lot." Noah pointed out but realized Dawn was giving him the stink eye so he went back to sulking.
"Her boyfriend is the one on the bed, his name is Mike." Dawn explained and a look came over her, "I've never been sure what to make of him...but he, Sam and another in our group named Staci have become very ill recently. This is why I assume Bridgette, the one with the wonderfully green aura, is going to help us."
Those still focused on what Dawn was saying saw Zoey crying softly into the arm of the sleeping Mike, but they also saw the last person in the medical area who they had to assume was the aforementioned Staci. She was an overweight, relatively unattractive girl, with a hairdo that everyone was fairly certain Anne Maria would scoff at. She wore a strange pink outfit and was currently awake and looking a bit panicked.
"Oh! My great-great-great-great-great granduncle warned everyone this would happen!" Staci proclaimed, "He knew the world would end one day! And no one listened! And now I'm going to perish too!"
"Staci relax and breath." Dawn said calmly as she floated over to her to console, "You're having a panic attack; the best way to relieve it is to take deep breaths. I'll do it with you, alright? With me now, breath in and breath out. In and out."
This seemed to have the desired effect on her, and Staci was able to follow along with Dawn's breathing exercise and get herself together. Bridgette actually looked on from where she was in the room and found herself notably impressed; Dawn happened to glance up and fire her a warm smile. Bridgette returned the gesture: she hoped to talk to her soon.
"Good work Fairy Girl," Jo patted Dawn on the back as Staci settled back into a more restful state, "I want you and that surfer girl to be watching over the sick. Get to know her and see what all you can learn about this group."
Dawn nodded in understanding, happy enough to get to spend her time with Bridgette. Jo went back to barking at Dakota so the blonde beauty could get back to leading the tour. Dakota apologetically left Sam and she took the few remaining survivors who weren't' staying in the medical area towards the stairs.
"Wait, what's in there?" Duncan asked suspiciously, pointing at the front desk in the lobby and primarily at the door that led into the former manager area.
"We just store food in there," Jo said quickly, eager to rush them all up the stairs, "don't worry about it punk."
Duncan didn't really believe her, but he knew everyone was walking on thin ice already and no one wanted this to turn into a shootout so he kept silent. He tried to catch Courtney's eye but the CIT seemed busy talking to Trent about something. Duncan sighed angrily but followed Dakota up the stairs, noting that Jo was not going with them for some reason.
"So upstairs is pretty simple," Dakota said, stopping once she reached the top, "each room is still a bedroom and we've all been sleeping in there. There's still plenty of rooms for you all to claim, as long as some of you don't mind being in the same room as each other."
"Well we know Geoff and Bridgette will jump on that idea," Noah said, mostly disinterested, "maybe Alejandro and Heather too."
Trent noticed Duncan looking questioningly at Courtney, who again seemed to be oblivious to him. The musician chose not to say anything about it as Dakota lead them down the hallway for each of them to claim a room.
As Noah predicted, Geoff and Alejandro each claimed a room and told Dakota that their respective love interests would be staying with them. Noah himself claimed a room all to himself, much to his own personal relief. He also made a point of rooming as far away from Geoff and Bridgette as possible: he wanted to sleep at night and not listen to their...amorous activities. Courtney took a pleasant looking room and told Dakota she would room with Katie, much to Duncan's surprise. This left Duncan and Trent, and the latter took pity on Duncan and proclaimed they could be roommates for the time being.
"Alright great!" Dakota exclaimed, seeming somewhat genuine about her excitement, "I'm glad I got the chance to meet all of you, even if it is under these circumstances. I think we'll all get along, you know after the frosty greetings blow over."
"Such a wise and beautiful girl you are," Alejandro flirted, a bit mischievously, "I believe you are correct."
"I watched the show remember," Dakota reminded with a bit of a frown, "I know you only actually like Heather so don't be flirting with me."
"Ha, busted bro." Trent actually laughed and gave Dakota an approving look. Alejandro shrugged in a slightly humbled way before he took his leave and went to check out his room a bit further.
"Anyways get some rest everybody," Courtney called before she closed the door to her own room, "tomorrow we'll sit down with everybody and come up with a more established plan of action."
And with that, she closed her door and prompted everyone to follow her orders. Once alone, Courtney let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and she let herself mull over the situation. Zombies had risen up from the ground not long ago and already this was what humanity had been reduced to. She and some of the others from the reality show that had become her entire life were forced into living with some questionable characters in a boarded up hotel. And only under a rocky alliance that could shatter at any minute. Was this really a good idea? She wasn't so sure; she'd need to start planning and getting some of the others to weigh in. Perhaps Noah and Alejandro: they were schemers. They'd probably have a good read on the situation. She sighed and searched the room briefly for something to write down on and to her luck she found a pad of paper and a pen. She hurriedly picked it up and started scrawling some ideas down: at least some things hadn't changed.
Jo had quickly unlocked the door to the former manager's office, entered, and closed it behind her. She was fairly certain none of the new members had seen her so she let out a relieved sigh. She walked across to the other adjoining door in the room and opened it, startling the person on the other side.
"Great gargoyles you scared me Jo!" A short black boy with glasses squeaked and clutched at his chest, "A little warning next time please?"
"Don't get your panties in a bunch Cameron, everything's fine." Jo snorted before dropping the facade, "We got ten new recruits today, not all of whom are trustworthy. We didn't mentioned to them your little, uh, experiments."
"Good, we should keep it that way." Cameron looked a little nervous at the mention of new people, "They wouldn't understand why we're doing this."
"So have you made any progress?" Jo asked, glancing over to the cages that were hardly visible across the room.
"A little," Cameron admitted, "though I wish I'd made more. It's practically impossible with such little materials at my disposal."
The pair walked over to the cage and a gnarled hand shout out, grabbing at the metal bars. The creature pressed its face up against the side of the cage, confirming it was one of the undead. Cameron and Jo both seemed unfazed as the bubble boy reached for a clipboard of notes to check over.
"I think it may be hopeless," Cameron said with a sigh, glancing up from his notes, "there's just no way to confirm whether or not this virus was manufactured in a lab or by some natural phenomenon-"
"If anyone can do it, you can Brainiac." Jo interrupted, "Besides, that isn't the only task you have. You remember your main job right?"
Cameron's face darkened a bit but he nodded, "Of course I remember, how could I forget? Those monsters are going to pay for what they did!"
"That's the spirit," Jo said, as she walked back to the door to leave, "keep me and only me posted on any progress you've made. No need to involve anyone else in this if we can avoid it, okay?"
"You got it boss." Cameron said, prompting Jo to leave him alone with just the caged zombie. He glanced at it once again, studying it for a moment, and finally he sighed, "I wonder what it must be like to have no desire but to eat. I'd ask but I know you can't tell me; something that's very frustrating I might add."
Needless to say, the creature didn't respond with anything more than an attempt at extending its hand further out of the cage. Cameron shook his head, "Oh well, I have more than one problem to solve. Even in the apocalypse I'm given an abnormal role; go figure. Now let's find those pieces of garbage."
And that's that, my longest chapter so far! Interestingly enough it was one of the least exciting, but I thought a chapter introducing the rest of the season 4 cast and introducing some new emerging plot lines and story arcs would do the story good. Funny how there are now 22 living characters; the same number of starting contestants from TDI. I think everyone knows by now that I enjoy focusing on character relationships and development even more so than the actual zombies (don't worry, we'll get some good zombie action soon though).
Speaking of the season 4 cast, I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on how I'm portraying them individually and collectively. What do you think of some new rivalries, friendships, possible romances? What are Jo and Cameron plotting? Is Bridgette going to realize Scott is manipulating her? And what will DJ do now that he's almost fully recovered and already distrustful of this new group? Find out next time on Undead Drama!
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DEAD: Sadie, Owen, Justin, Eva, Lindsay, Ezekiel, Tyler, Beth, Chris, Sierra, Blaineley, B
ALIVE: Heather (twisted ankle), Duncan, Geoff, DJ (recovering from bullet wound), Bridgette, Trent, Courtney, Katie, Noah, Alejandro, Cameron, Lightning, Zoey, Scott, Jo, Mike (sick), Dakota, Anne Maria, Brick, Sam (sick), Dawn, Staci (sick)
UNKNOWN/PRESUMED DEAD: Gwen, LeShawna, Izzy, Harold, Cody, Chef Hatchet