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Zombie Flesh Eaters	By : ViorithDrakari Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1101 -:- 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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Disclaimer: The Gorillaz are not mine, they are owned by Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn. This fiction was made through a spurt of creativity and is simply for fun. I do not intend to make any money off of the fiction. The characters are being represented how I think the original creators wanted them to be.

Authors note: This was a spur of the moment creation and my first Gorillaz Fanfic. I’m still not entirely sure where I’m going with this fic. This first part is loosely based off of a comic that I found browsing DeviantArt.com for Gorillaz fanart. I came across the comic “Shots in the Dark.” By Lascaux. The comic can be found here.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/21685698/?qo=94&q=by%3Alascaux&qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps

Thank you for allowing me to post this and borrow your plot idea ^.^ You are my inspiriation!!

Also, I did not sneak hidden meanings into the relationships displayed. I do not plan to slash any of the band members in this fan fiction. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll do it in another one. I'm not even entirely sure there will be any sex in this fic, sorry. I mostly posted it here because I DO plan to have explicit gore and Murdoc has the language of a sailor.

Please at least R&R anyway. I would like to know what you think about my writing and how I portray the characters.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Shot in the Dark.

Throughout Kong an alarm was going off. It echoed down through the depths of the studio, down to the hellhole itself. A red light swung around the car park and illuminated everything, warning anyone who saw it to take heed. Murdoc was in his wagon at the time trying to take a piss. With every passing flash of light his jaw tensed more and his lips curled back further to reveal his clenched teeth. Finally he zipped up with an inaudible mutter and left his Winnebago, carrying a half-full bottle of alcohol and slamming the door behind him. Cursing his head Murdoc stalked his way to the lift. He was going to find out what all the racket was about one way or another. A grubby finger pressed the button for the lift as he stood, grinding his teeth and tapping his foot impatiently.

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Meanwhile upstairs 2-D was reduced to a stuttering mess as Russel tossed him a handgun. It bounced from hand to hand as he nearly lost grip on it. “B..but, I can’t…” He tried to explain that he’d never used a firearm but Russel was too caught up in his preparations. “Dammit, I knew this was going to happen eventually. But no, Murdoc is too damn stubborn to leave Kong.” With a sigh he kicked the door shut. “Look, go find Noodle will ya? Make sure she’s all right. Murdoc oughta’ be shufflin’ his mangy carcass out of that lift any time soon.” With a nod 2D was gone.

As if on cue the lift sang out “It’s comin’ up, it’s comin’ up, it’s comin’ up, it’s theh,” and the doors swung open to reveal the pissed off bassist. “WOT IN all NINE ‘ELLS is GOING ON!?” He snarled and looked to the flashing light where a siren was ringing. “Would someone, SHUT THAT BLOODY THING UP!?” Though instead of waiting for someone to act he lobbed the bottle of alcohol at the siren. It smashed against the wall above it and the liquid oozed into the voice box. It fizzled and sparked till the siren stopped. The light continued to blink despite his efforts. “Damn, fukin’ piece of shit…” he grumbled to himself.

Russel tromped over to the man and shoved a weapon at him. “Look, the damn Zombies have gotten out of control, there are a bunch of them leaking in,” A distant sound of glass breaking emphasized his statement. “…all over the place, something has to be attractin’ them!”

“Oh wot, and I’m at fault eh? Is THAT wot your tryin’ ta say!” Murdoc’s lips pulled back in a snarl to reveal his unkempt, yet sharp teeth.

“Dammit Murdoc, we should have left Kong long ago and taken care of this damn problem! I mean LOOK at this place!” He waved a hand to the huge hole in the lobby. “Poor Noodle has had to sleep in the theater!” There was rain coming in hard from the open wall, and outside lightning lit the sky.

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The strike caused 2D to cringe slightly as he ran through the halls of Kong looking for Noodle. As if things couldn’t get much worse the power went out and Kong was silenced. Poor 2D was left alone in the dark hallway as thunder shook the building. He had been completely distracted, though he kept on walking, and didn’t hear the sound of a door opening. A solid ‘thud’ was heard as he collided with the wooden door and fell to the floor in a painful heap. With a groan he sat up and held his face. He peered through his fingers to find a small figure looming over him. Startled, he gave a shriek and scooted back over the floor. A lantern waved in front of his vision illuminating Noodle’s face. “Nii-kun? Daijoubu?”[1]

“N…n…Noodle? Jeeze, y..yeah I’m fine.” He stammered as her small hand reached out to brush his face. When she pulled her hand away she examined the blood on her fingers. His hand wandered to his nose and gingerly touched the wetness there before using his sleeve to wipe it off.

“What is going on 2D-kun?”[2] Noodle asked as she took a step back. The lanky singer slowly picked himself up and brushed himself off. Down the hall a moan echoed from Noodle’s previous room, which made Stu freeze and search the darkness frantically.

“Oh. Ah, theh’s a zombie at'ack, er, I, we gotto ge'…ta…” His dark eyes widened when Noodles lantern illuminated the zombie shuffling out into the hall. He stood, frozen for a moment until his brain finally clicked and told him to use his weapon. He patted his pockets and searched himself in the dark, thinking he’d picked it up until the front of his sneaker touched a weight. He jumped at first, but then dropped to the floor to fumble some more for the gun. By the time he had the weapon he heard a solid, bone shattering, snap and a moan, followed by a “Hiiii…ya!” as noodle kicked the zombie’s head clean off. It shuddered slightly then sank to the floor. “C’mon 2D-kun, lets go find Russel.”

Dumbfounded he nodded, “Y…yeah. Uhm…Hop on.” He kneeled to let the shorter guitarist onto his back. Together they left to go find the percussionist. Not that it was that hard to do considering the yelling could be heard well over the thunder.

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“WELL Wot DO ya want me ta do about it eh? Nawt like I ‘ave some magical powers ta make all the zombies disappeah’! Nawt like Satan deals out these things ya know!” Murdoc was flailing his arms about, waving a sizeable gun in Russ’s face as he continued to complain. Russel ducked and weaved out of the barrels view. His large hand reached up to snag the flailing wrist to stop the weapon from possibly causing him harm.

“Calm down, will ya? What we need to do is find out what the hell is drawing them!”

With a growl Murdoc pulled his wrist free. “ Dammit, Why’s’it always my fault!?” He looked around with a growl and spotted 2D and Noodle as they arrived. “It’s probably the dullards fault!” He exclaimed pointing the gun at the singer forgetting, again, that he had it.

2D tried to dance out of its range. “W…wot? Wot did I do?”

“Well the way all the damn fan girls flock aroun’ ya, it’s probably drawin’ in the zombies!”

“Wot? Tha’s ridicul’us… why woul’ tha’ ha…” Murdoc closed in on him and cut him off.

“Yeah, they want yer body D, gonna make ya inta thea’ zombie prince.” Murdoc gave a sinister laugh when 2D shrunk back away from him.

“Leave him the hell alone Murdoc.” The percussionist demanded.

“Why the ‘ell for? It probably is the twit’s fault. Probably left somethin’ out that’s rottin’.”

With a sigh Russel continued. “Just stop alright? This ain’t helplin’ our situation.”

“Well, like I said, wot the ‘ell do ya want me ta do abou' it then?” He shook his head and started to walk away. “Jeeze are you fat and deaf?”

There was a sound of knuckles cracking as Russel clenched his fist. “Ya know what you’re the leader of this band. I suggest you start acting like it.”

“Wot’ did ya jus’ say?” Murdoc turned on Russel, gun gripped tightly and stalked over to him. Though even Murdoc wasn’t that stupid. He knew if he got too close the drummer would probably break his face wide open, even with his hands full. “Tch, fo’get this… I’m goin’ back ta me Winnie. You guys can ‘andle this. Ya obviously don’t need ol’ Murdoc then eh?” He started back towards the corridor to use the stairs.

There was silence then, aside from some incoherent mumbling from Murdoc as he wandered off. A zombie seemed to materialize from the shadows and into view as lightning lit the hallway. It slowly inched towards Murdoc’s back, reaching hungrily for him. It’s hungry moan was muffled by thunder.

“MURDOC-SAN BEHIND YOU!”[3] Noodle cried as she leapt down from 2D’s back. Murdoc turned sharply only to be caught by the rotting hands of the undead. He cursed and pushed at the thing, resulting in having his shirt torn in places as he tried to pull away. The undead was proving to be much stronger than the bassist originally thought. Though he continued struggling for freedom. Russel was standing with his back to Murdoc when all of this happened and his hands were full of supplies so he couldn’t react in time. Russ turned towards their vocalist with a hopeful expression.

This was 2D’s chance; he watched the whole scene slow down, heard the thunder rumbling in his mind. His fingers worked and were able to draw the gun upward. The zombie had Murdoc, but the man had twisted back to try and push the zombie away, covering the shot 2D had. All the vocalist heard was “Shoot him D! Shoot him!” from Russel. So he did what he was told, and fired. The gun clicked, clicked again then his finger found the small round button by the trigger and pressed it. On his third attempt it fired.

The gun kicked in his hand and the sound seemed to pierce the odd time distortion making everything speed back to normal. There was a flesh-rending thud as the bullet struck. To his dismay though he’d shot Murdoc in the shoulder. The man gave a pained cry and a slur of curses followed. By this time Noodle had made it to their comrade and, using Murdoc as a ladder, kicked the zombie in the face. D managed to find a clear target this time and fired, splattering the contents of the zombie’s head all over the wall. On instinct he fired again, and again, blasting open it’s chest. At this point he managed to get a hold of himself and sunk to his knees staring at Murdoc. “I…I… Murdoc…It…it was…I didn’t…”

“Aaaaaagh, You fuckin’ brainless tossa’! You were supposed’ta shoot the damn zombie not me!” He fumed holding his shoulder. “Gah! Damn! Fuckin’ bullocks D! Sweet bloody Satan in ‘ell.” He soon sank against the wall still muttering curses.

At that moment the lights flickered back on, giving everyone a clear view of their surroundings. Luckily there weren’t any more zombies inside, but they could see more swarming outside. 2D looked utterly defeated as he got an eyeful of the damage he caused. His shoulders slumped forward and his grip loosened on the gun. It clattered to the floor and went off again, making the vocalist cringe. The bullet hit the wall and bounced off to strike the one light in the lobby. A growl from Murdoc broke the short silence. “Way to go face-ache.”

Noodle had taken a seat by Murdoc who was now sitting on the floor nursing his arm. She tried to give it a good look over but the moment she reached for it her hand was swatted away. “I don’t need yer help.” Murdoc spat. The grungy leader of the band moved to stand. “Like I said… I’m goin’ to my ‘bago.”

Russel had been busy picking up the corpse and tossing it out of the gaping hole in the lobby. “No your not.” He stated firmly. “We need to take care of that wound.”

“Wot? I’m fine. I’ll do it m’self.” He tried for the corridor again, but was stopped by a firm hand.

“Come with me.” Russel stated then dragged the man, kicking and cursing towards their living room. “Stop actin’ like that or I’ll pick ya up and carry ya like a child.” Russel warned which promptly stopped the squirming from Murdoc.

Noodle bounded over to 2D and wrapped her short arms around him. “It’s ok 2D-kun, Murdoc is alright. He knows you didn’t mean it. Besides, you saved him!” A hand hesitantly wound its way around the small girl and held her tightly. A muttered, “Fank you,” came from the vocalist. He felt a little better, but he knew things weren’t ok. Though he let her go and offered her a genuine smile. After all, she was still young, and really didn’t need to see more than she already witnessed everyday in the studio. He knew she was smart and could figure things out on her own, but a break from the craziness that was their band didn’t hurt every now and then.

Hesitantly he reached out to pick up the gun and switched on the safety. He stood slowly and watched Noodle bounce off down the hall following at the heels of Russ and Muds. He paused to stare at the gun in his hands before carrying it loosely by his side and following the others silently.

1.“Nii-kun? Daijoubu?”-Translates to: “Brother? Are you alright?”
2.“2D-kun” ah I figured Noodle would refer to 2D as –kun because it is a more endearing title and less formal. I originally thought perhaps –chan would be cute, but it can also be taken as an insult too. No that Stu-pot would really care though.
3.“MURDOC-SAN…” here she refers to Murdoc as –san, being more formal with his title because she isn’t as close to Muds as she is to 2D. I imagine if she uses Russels name she’ll use –san as well. Or maybe I should use –chan for him hehehe.
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