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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 4: Fresh Wounds

“She’s gone…” 2D panted as he leaned over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “…I… I looked ev’rywheh.”

“Dammit! This ain’t good. I know she can handle herself, but there’s no telling what could happen to her. I mean if the power goes out again then we…” As if the devil himself were playing tricks on them, the lights flickered out and the building’s hum fell to silence. The culprit raging outside announced its triumph, shaking the building on its foundation from the loud thunder. “…Can’t see the zombies.”

“Wh..wha…Wot’er we goin’ ta do!” 2D grabbed the front of Russels shirt and shook the larger man. “We gotta find ‘er!”

“…She’s gone?” Murdoc asked from his position at the door. He’d only recently gotten off his ass to come join the others and walked in on this.

“Yeah, all fanks ta you.” 2D accused, releasing his hold on Russel.

Murdoc stood in silence, if they could read his expression in the dark there would be genuine worry written all over him. “I didn’t want…”

“Yeah? Well then ya shouldn’t have said things you didn’t mean.” Russel spouted. “Ya know, you let your temper get the best of you sometimes and you really hurt people with the things you say.”

“…Shuh’up will ya!” Murdoc spat. “…Dammit, Ya don’ know shi’ abou’ me. I KNOW what I’ve fuckin’ done awright!” A slience drew over the room before Murdoc moved for the stairs. “I’m goin’ ta find her. I swear it.”

“NO! You will stay th’ ‘ell away from ‘er!” Those words sounded all to familiar to Murdoc, and flashes of how his nose got broken played over in his head. It struck a cord with him and he felt his heart ache. That had been a low blow indeed.

“…Fine. I’m goin’ to th’ bago, not like you’ll care. If ya…Wait, fuck tha’ ya don’ need me.” He continued towards the stairs. “…Get the fuck out of my studio when ya find her.” Acting cold was all he could do to hide the pain that was swirling in his chest over this whole incident. He was gone before anyone could argue.

3-2-10-8

Finally he immerged from the darkness of their staircase into the car park where his Winnebago was waiting for him. Absently his hand searched for the keys in his pocket as he dragged his feet towards his home. He fiddled with the keys in the dark, muttering curses about the power until he found the right key. Once the door was opened he stepped in side with a sigh. The winne smelled a little strong lately, but then he hadn’t cleaned it in months. The smell however didn’t really bother him much. “Cortez?” He muttered in the darkness, not hearing his bird’s caw or anything when he came in. Odd, because the bird usually announced it’s presence by now.

Cautiously he peered through the hall towards his room and pulled out his lighter. He turned it on and held it forward like a torch and inched closer and closer. A familiar caw sounded softly from his bedroom. As he got closer he could see a small form huddled on his bed with the bird standing on his nightstand peering curiously at it. When he got closer he realized it was Noodle, she was sleeping quietly on his bed, tear stains on her cheeks.

With a sigh he closed his lighter and took a seat on his bed near her. The dullard obviously forgot to check his Winnebago, though not like the twit would have been able to get in anyway. 2D’s words wrung clearly through his head, but he scoffed and muttered, “Fuck you D.” to himself. Carefully he reached for her and gave her a small shake. “ ‘ey, c’mon then kiddo. Come about.”

She woke slowly at first then batted his hand away with a start. Before he knew it a foot collided with his jaw and he found himself splayed out on his bed. Noodle was on him with a knife at his throat, her green eyes wide and fierce. When she realized whom she was pinning her expression softened and she got off him. “Gomen ne, Murdoc-san.”[1]

“S’awright love, I deserved tha’.” He sat up rubbing his chin.

“I’ll leave.” She said and slid off his bed.

He reached out quickly and caught her shoulder. “Wait love. Lemme say somethin’.”

She turned towards him and tilted her head slightly; curious as to what Murdoc would have to say to her.

“I…” He rolled the words around in his mouth a bit. “I’m sorry about earlier ya know. I didn’ mean some of the thin’s I said.”

Noodles eyes widened slightly. Did Murdoc just apologize to her? “Really? You mean we can be a family?”

There was a long pause as Murdoc tried to bite back any horrible things to say. “Ah…yea’ sure sweetha’t. But don’ tell anyone I said anythin’ awright?”

“Hmm, ok.” She raised a hand with a pinky in the air. “Promise me.” She muttered. “We stay a family and I won’t tell the others what you said.”

Hesitantly he stuck out his pinky and she entwined hers around his. Then with a wide grin she jumped into his arms and hugged him. Murdoc embraced her on instinct and sighed. “Awright. Let’s get ya back to the others and clear everythin’ up ok? They’re worried sick about you.”

“Hai!” She exclaimed taking his hand in hers and pulling him to his feet. She bounced towards the door, back to her usual bubbly self. “Murdoc-san, you need to clean this thing. It stinks like something died in here.” Murdoc trailed along behind her towards the exit ignoring her suggestion, he’d clean it eventually. When he heard some shuffling and a few moans. “…Wot’s tha’…? Noodle wait!”

But she’d kicked open the door before he could stop her. The lights had flickered on at that moment and they were met with several zombies. Noodle tilted her head and smiled at the zombies then leapt into the fray with an excited “Hiiii-ya!” Murdoc reached back to throw open a closet and pulled out a shotgun he had. Cursing slightly as he tried to figure out how he was going to use it, a zombie fell onto his floor and clawed at his feet. He stuck the barrel into its empty eye socket and pulled the trigger. This of course blew a sizeable hole not only into the thing’s skull but also into his floor. Cursing he kicked the carcass out, reloaded the gun with one hand and shoved the barrel into another zombies mouth. He pulled the trigger blowing its head off, but three more crowded in where one fell.

“Dammit! This ain’t goin’ ta work!” He announced to himself then began to use the gun as a bat. He swung the barrel around and battered zombies back so he could at least get out to help Noodle. Though there were several dozen of them now and they were closing in fast. He swung in wide arcs trying to keep the undead back, but two had gotten around behind him. He felt teeth sink into his wounded shoulder and two pair of hands gripped him tightly. A second set of teeth sunk into his gun arm. He gave a cry and thrashed trying to throw them off as quickly as possible.

It was then that a gunshot blasted a zombie off of him and Noodle came crashing into the second one. Wounded he sunk back against the steps of his Winnebago and watched as the other two joined the fight. 2D had his gun and was blowing zombies away, albeit shaky and slowly. It was Russel who’d shot the zombie off of him and was doing the same to several others with expert aim. He cleared a path and moved to cover Murdoc looking worriedly at the wounds. “Aw shit, that ain’t good.” He muttered.

Noodle was back in the fray covering 2D’s back as they cleared off the rest of the shambling undead until there was just a pile of undead carcasses strewn about the car park.

“Dammit Muds, this just ain’t yo’ day is it?” Russel muttered as he looked over Murdocs wounds.

“Yeah I guess not.” He was already starting to feel kind of weak. “Damn I’ve lost a lot of blood today.” He set his head back against the winnie’s door. “Shit, guess this means I’m gonna die and turn inta one of them eh? Gonna hav’ta shoot me so I don’ hurt ya.”

“Don’t talk like that Muds… You’ll be fine.” Russel stated and pulled out the first aid kit he brought with him.

“Don’ patronize me Russ. I know wot happens if yo’ bit by a zombie.” Murdoc snarled then coughed slightly. “Ugh, me guts hurt. Damn, wot a way for me ta go.” He frowned slightly.

After 2D was done hugging Noodle and telling her how worried he was, he couldn’t help but join Murdoc and Russel. “But Muds these zombies mmmph…” Two pairs of hands clasped over his mouth quickly.

“Huh? Wot’s the dullard sayin’?” Murdoc’s brows furrowed, he could feel himself getting weaker. He was starting to break into a cold sweat too.

“Are more potent.” Russel finished. “That’s what he was trying to say. I’m sorry Muds.”

“Mmmmmph?” Stu questioned from behind the hands clasped over his mouth. Russel gave him a knowing look and he understood. Stu gave a nod as if to say it was all right to release him. With that they did and he breathed in some semi-stale air. “…Right.” He confirmed.

“Great…tha’ mus’ be why I feel so sick all of a sudden.” He groaned. “Won’ be long now I guess…shoot me.” He muttered. “Befo’ I turn inta one of them…I don’ want to be a zombie.”

“Not yet.” Russel stated. “…We uh, we want to talk to ya still.”

“Yeah? Wot about?” He paused slightly as delirium took him. “I uh, I guess uhm… you can be the leader now Russ. But… ya gotto promise me that you’ll burn me Winnie… no one get’s ‘er!” He groaned slightly. “Damn… Guess… guess I gotto get somethin’s off me chest befo’ I go eh? It’s only right…”

The three band members looked at each other oddly then watched Murdoc with sad expressions. “…I’m …sorry about th’ shit I’ve put you through. I guess, this is karma for ya eh? If ya believe in tha’ shit.” He took a haggard breath. “I uh, really though’ of you guys as me mates ya know… I didn’ really get along wit my family, so uhm… you guys were th’ closest thin’s to it I think…” Tears started to threaten to fall from his mis-matched eyes. “ Th…thank you. Fo’ bein’ theh’ fo’ me, and doin’ this whole thin’ with me, and puttin’ up with my shit.” He seemed to be growing weaker as Russel finished stopping the bleeding from his wounds. Murdoc was pale and looked as though death would take him then and there.

They watched as Murdoc’s eyes closed and he grew still. Though instead of rising as an undead the man was just unconscious. Snickers between Russel and 2D started before they bust into laughter. The bassist had fallen for it and they’d gotten him to admit to a lot of things that the man would have never said.

At the laughing Murdoc woke up and looked around blearily. “Am I a zombie?” He asked feeling really sick.

“No way man! I’ll admit these zombies are annoying but they’re not like in the movies! I mean you’ll probably be pukin’ yo’ guts out and if they woulda had you for much longer the others would have torn you apart while you were alive, but they won’t turn you!”

Murdoc’s eyes were wide for a moment as the others laughed about the whole thing. Then a lid twitched slightly and his brows knitted. His lips pulled back into a snarl as he bared his sharp teeth. “WELL BLOODY ‘ELL MAN YOU MADE ME THINK I WAS DIEIN’!!” He pushed the others away with a wince. “You guys… I … Fuckin’ ‘ell, the shit I said! I fuckin’ lied!” He tried to cover it but got the others reeling even more. “Aw fuck this… ta ‘ell with you lot.” He stood and took a few steps to push past the others then fell to the floor, unconscious.

“Shit man… he’s going to be pissed at us for a long time.” Russel shook his head and wiped his eyes. He stood and picked the bassist up.

“Yea’ but I’m not goin’ to let him live it down for a while yet.” 2D stood and shook his head. “So ya fink maybe it’s th’ ‘bago tha’s drawin’um?”

“No doubt about it. Muds hasn’t cleaned that thing in a while. Who knows what he’s done in that thing. The zombies probably think it’s fresh meat or something.” He walked over and deposited Murdoc in 2D’s arms. “Here, take him upstairs and watch him. I’ll take care of the ‘bago. He’ll just have to deal with it bein’ cleaned, cause we gotto stop the zombies.” Russel wondered off to retrieve some heavy duty cleaning supplies from the storage room in the basement.

2D and Noodle both carried the unconscious bassist up stairs to see to his new wounds and to make him comfortable. Noodle made sure to grab a bucket from one of the rooms because she knew that Murdoc would be loosing whatever he ate recently.

Meanwhile downstairs Russel was hard at work, scrubbing, spraying, and organizing Murdocs Winnebago as best as he could. He succeeded in at least cleaning the place, dumping all his shit out into a pile. When he was finished he re-arranged everything into neat stacks and hung all his clothes, generally making the place look decent. Boy, was Murdoc in for a surprise.

1: “Gomen ne.” translates to – “I’m sorry.”

Author’s Comments: Hope you liked that. Well, next chapter, what will Murdoc do when he finds that his Winniebago has been cleaned?
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