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Zombie Flesh Eaters	By : ViorithDrakari Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3: Rage

It didn’t take long for Russ to bandage Murdoc’s arm and put it in a sling. Though now they’d be down one man on the mission to end the zombie infestation. Russel was also starting to think that it might only be he and Noodle searching for the main cause of all of this. 2D just didn’t seem like he wanted to try his hand at the gun any time soon.

“Well, con’t I jus’ ya kno’… use a knife or somefink?” 2D protested as he stared at the gun he left on the table.

“Oh c’mon D, you’re a natural.” Murdoc said with a little venom.

“Muds!” Russel reprimanded. “We need ya D. A knife would be too dangerous. You would need to get close the zombies and that’s the last thing ya want. ‘Cause if they get a hold’a you and sink their teeth in, that’s it.”

“I know, I’ve seen enough zombie movies.” 2D scratched the back of his head and ran the tip of his tongue over where he was missing teeth. “…I could watch over Muds.” He spouted the idea, despite what Murdoc would think.

“Like ‘ell you will D. I don’t need ya watchin’ over me. Jus’ gimme a gun, I can shoot fine with my left ‘and.” Murdoc raised his left hand, holding it palm up and waggling his fingers, beckoning for the weapon. When everyone just stared at him he gave an annoyed growl and dropped his hand to his lap. “Besides my legs work fine. I can help. I’m tellin’ ya I’ll be fine!” Though as he tried to stand he felt the world spin and he slumped back down again with a groan. The painkillers he took earlier had worked too well perhaps. “Dammit D…why’d you gimme those fuckin’ pills?”

“You took’em yo’self, you didn’ ‘ave to ya know.” 2D argued.

“Well I fuckin’ took’em because I thought maybe it’d make ya stop cryin’ and fussin’ over me. It was bloody annoyin’ hearin’ you sniffle and sob like a child. I thought…” As he was about to continue Noodle cut him off.

“That it would make him happy.” She interjected.

“Yeah.” Murdoc quickly caught himself. “I mean, NO! ‘ell no. I jus’ figured it’d shut him up is all.”

“Face it Muds, you care about 2D’s feelings. You care about all of us, you just are afraid ta show it.” Russel continued.

“Wot? Where th’ell do ya get off sayin’ shit like tha’ huh?” Murdoc said with shake of his head. “Psh, fuckin’ pussies, like I give a flyin’ fuck about any of you.”

“Tha’s not true!” 2D protested.

“Sure it is.” Murdoc continued.

“I’d think you’d care if we left. Then you wouldn’t have a band anymore.” Russel argued.

“Like ‘ell. I could find better musicians than you lot.” Murdoc smirked with a chuckle.

“If you don’ care then why did ya agree ta take care of me when ya ran me ova? Th…then why did ya act like ya cared when I was thrown in tha’ accident?” Stu started.

“Get tha’ shit out of yo’ FUCKIN’ ‘allow ‘ead of yo’s dullard! I don’ fuckin’ care about you! I HAD ta fuckin’ take care of yo’ worthless corpse while you were out cause I got in trouble with the law. They MADE me do it. If ya fuckin’ got hurt I was goin’ ta be in more trouble so of course I was worried tha’ I’d killed ya for good! I didn’t want fuckin’ man slaughter on my ‘ead over YOU!” His anger had reached a pique over this ridiculous argument.

The shouting didn’t faze the Japanese prodigy at all. “ Murdoc-san why then did you decide to keep me with the band when I first arrived here in a box? If you do not care, then why did you help me to learn English?” Noodle added.

“Oh don’ you fuckin’ start with me too! Dammit! What the fuck was I supposed ta do with a little snot-nosed brat tha’ suddenly showed up at my door eh? I’m not that fuckin’ cold to toss ya into the ‘ell’ole or feed ya to the damn zombies! Tho’ I was thinkin’ abou’tit. Tho’ the others talked me into lettin’ ya join the band. It wasn’t my fuckin’ idea! I personally wanted to ‘and ya off to a damn orphanage! But wot the fuck am I wastin’ my breath for? I don’t need ANY of YOU, ya got that?” He was loosing his grip on his anger and if anything more was said he was going to go too far. Why wouldn’t they just shut up about the whole thing already?

“But Murdoc-san… I thought we were a family?” Noodle continued her voice sounding a little crushed.

That was it. “Wot? Where th’ fuck are you getting’ these weird ass idea’s from? Why the ‘ell would I want to be a family with the likes of you!? I mean look’it us! We’re not a family! I don’t feel shit for any of you! We’re just a band. A group of worthless, no talent, lo’lifes getting our asses kissed for money! I don’t need you! It’s you who need me! Ya got tha’!? YOU lot are worth somthin’ because of ME! DO YOU FUCKIN’ UNDERSTAN’?” He hadn’t realized by then that he had been getting carried away. Though he wasn’t expecting the reaction he received.

He figured, if anyone were going to hurt him it would be Russel, or Noodle. But as a foot solidly planted itself between his legs and crushed his precious jewels, a fist continued forward to hit him hard enough to slam his head into the back of the couch. He felt his lip split in a few places due to being pressed against his sharp teeth. He saw stars and felt the room spin as he tried to get his bearings. Though another fist hit him square in the stomach. The weight lifted from his crotch as he doubled over from the hard sock to his gut.

It was then that his ears stopped ringing and he felt like he was going to puke. He heard Russel shouting over Stu’s angry growls. Blearily he looked up to see the struggle between Stu and Russ. The drummer held their vocalist in a bear hug. As he looked around the room he noticed that Noodle was gone. He honestly hadn’t expected any of this to happen as it did. Stu of all people had hit him.

“F…F…FO’GET WOT I FUCKIN’ SAID TA YA MURDOC! YA FUCKIN’ WANKA’! I HATE YOU!” the enraged 2D shouted with every bit of anger and malice he’d kept pent up from the years he’d been taking shit from Murdoc. It was only a matter of time until the calm boy eventually was pushed to the edge and snapped.

“Calm down D… calm down. We’re all saying things we don’t mean. C’mon man… he’s not worth loosin’ yo head over. Ok…” Russel could feel the blue haired man slowly start to relax and eventually stop squirming all together.

“ ‘e… ‘e made ‘er cry.” 2D explained as he remained still, held firmly against Russels chest. “I can’ fo’give anyone who makes ‘er cry.” His dark and usually expressionless eyes were narrowed with determination and pain.

Despite how his head was reeling Murdoc understood exactly what Stu-pot was muttering about. That would explain why Noodle was no longer in the room. In all of his life he never expected it to happen. Let alone that he would be the cause of it. The little Japanese guitarist was extremely strong for a child her age. She lived the hell that was their life at Kong and went about skipping and smiling as if nothing were wrong. A darkened sky never seemed to cloud her vision, until now. His stomach sank and knotted tightly though he knew it wasn’t from being punched. He’d hurt Noodle. The one person he honestly had promised, to himself, not to harm. If he could sink any lower than he already had been, he was sure he’d reached the bottom because of this recent argument. He’d shattered the girls’ vision of a family.

Murdoc licked his bleeding lip and cheek with his tongue as Russel released 2D. “I’ve got ta find ‘er.” Stu muttered then bolted out the door, grabbing the gun for safety precautions.

Russel nodded and watched the blue-haired vocalist leave before glaring at Murdoc. “You really fucked up this time Muds.”

“Yeah, ya don’ think I dunno tha’?” He said with a wince as he moved his jaw.

“Yeah? I thought ya didn’t care about what we think?” Russel said with a bit of malice.

“…I care about her awright! Is tha’ wot ya wanted ta hear?” Murdoc growled. “So I gots a soft spot for kids. Jeeze… fuckin’ ‘ell man, Jus’ leave me alone.”

“Fine.” With that Russel left to let Murdoc stew.

Authors Comments: Ok, sorry for how short this one was and how crazy things got. Uhm, next chapter, Will the band be split up over this? Will they ever stop the zombies?
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