Total Drama Porn Story: Undead Drama Island Chapter 2

Chapter
2

MOVE!
MOVE!
Chef shouted, pushing Katie and Sadie out of the way as Eva leapt at
them with a bloodcurdling roar. Chef grabbed a plate from the table
and smacked Eva across the face with it, sending the zombie girl
flying across the room. Eva landed face first on the ground, but it
didnt seem to faze her and she quickly began getting back to her
feet. Apparently the fall had broken her nose as it was now twisted
and her moans had become nasally. Everyone in the kitchen now!
Chef ordered. Everyone followed his orders and started for the
kitchen door. Unfortunately, Eva got back to her feet in time to
tackle Tyler to the ground and bite one of his ears clean off.
Lindsay almost tried to run back and save him, but Owen caught her
and threw her over his shoulder.

Hes
gone! Weve got to save ourselves. Owen said as he carried
Lindsay into the kitchen.

Soon
enough almost everyone was in the kitchen with the exception of Eva
and Tyler, the former of which was contently munching on the latter,
and Katie and Sadie who had hidden under a table in their horror
instead of running with the others. Come on, Katie. We have to
go. Sadie insisted.

Katie
shook her head. No way. Maybe if we stay quiet Eva wont notice
us.

Shes
a zombie! She can smell our brains! Sadie pointed out.

Whatever.
Katie growled. Im staying right here.

Fine!
But Im going to save my life! Sadie hissed as she slowly backed
out from under the table. When she felt the wall behind her show
slowly stood up. She thought that if she moved slowly along the wall
and if Eva was still preoccupied with Tyler, then she could easily
make it to the kitchen without Eva noticing.

Sadie,
no! Katie pleaded.

But
it was too late. Sadie slowly stood with her back to the wall. When
standing fully up right, her head was lightly pressed against the
window behind her. Then a dozen hands shot through the window,
shattering the glass and causing the girls to scream. Eva didnt
seem to notice a thing, too busy trying to rip Tyler open to get to
his organs. The undead camera crew and interns moaned and reached
aimlessly through the broken windows, the sent of brains and blood
drawing them. One of them grabbed Sadie by one of her pigtails as she
tried to run. Then, grabbing her arm with its free hand, the zombie
bit into her forearm and ripped it off at the elbow

It was Steve the camera guy.

Katie
screamed and bolted for the kitchen, diving through the window that
Chef used to serve food instead of using the door. She landed on top
of DJ, toppling him to the ground.

Everyone
get back! Chef ordered. He looked out to the dining room. Eva was
done with Tyler, who was now a zombie himself, only more disfigured
after being half eaten by Eva. Like Eva and the other zombies, his
skin was pale, but unlike them, he was missing one ear, half his nose
and most of one cheek. His shirt was torn to shreds and Eva had
almost succeeded in ripping his stomach open. Sadie was lying in a
heap on the floor, slowly being zombiefied herself. Steve was busy
eating her arm. The rest of the camera crew and interns were still
trying to get inside. A few of them were even reaching for the door
knobs, but they were just out of reach. All right, heres the
plan. Chef said as he backed away from the window. Goth Girl,
theres a green tool cabinet next to the fridge. In the second to
bottom drawer there should be a few hammers and a lotta nails. Get
them. Criminal, Chubby and Wimpy Jock, help me lift up that table and
hold it over the window. Then were going to need the rest of you
to nail it down. Understand?

They
worked quickly and efficiently. Still, the combined effort of Chef,
Duncan, DJ and Owen was barely enough to keep the table up against
the wall with zombie Eva and Tyler pushing back against them. By the
time Gwen, Bridgette, and Courtney had securely nailed it to the
wall, their arms were pounding in agony.

Okay,
can someone please explain to me how were running from zombies
Heather demanded, crossing her arms. Theyre not even real.

Apparently
they are. Noah retorted. Did you not just see Eva tear Tyler to
shreds?

Up
until now, I mean. Heather growled.

Now
isnt the time for your bickerin. Chef growled. We need to
focus all of our energy on getting off the island alive.

And
how do you propose we do that? Duncan demanded. You saw those
things reaching for the door knob. They not be human anymore, but
they still have their basic instincts. Theyre smart, and that
combined with their increased strength and desire to feed means half
of us wouldnt last five minutes if we tried to escape.

That
and the Boat of Losers isnt here. Its the only boat we had
access too that could fit all of us. Gwen pointed out. If we
tried getting to the canoes, most of us would be eaten by the time we
got to the boat house and the rest of us would likely die trying to
get them into the water.

What
about calling for help? Cody suggested.

Theres
no signal. Heather said.

So
what do we do then? Trent questioned.

No
one answered him. Everyone fell silent, save for Lindsay and Katie
who were sobbing over the loss of Tyler and Sadie. The sound of Eva
and Tyler (and by now more than likely Sadie) pounding on the other
side of the wall filled them all with dread. They had almost no way
off the island other than swimming, and as big as the lake was most
of them would drown before reaching the main land. They were trapped
on that island doomed to become zombie food or starve to death and
then become zombie food. Were all going to die here. Beth
mumbled.

No
were not. Chef said as he stood up. You here me, soldiers?
From now on, it is our mission to get off this island alive! If any
of you fail me I will personally make sure that your zombiefied
selves go straight to hell! Is that clear?

Ezekiel
was the first to answer. He stood and saluted Chef. Sir, yes sir!
Beth and Cody soon followed his example, mimicking him. Soon, almost
everyone was saluting Chef as if they were an obedient military
troop. Heather was the last to agree.

Fine,
whatever. She grumbled, not saluting like the others. Just make
sure I get out of here.

All
right. Chef said as everyone sat back down. Heres the plan.
Now, back at the cabin that me and Chris use there are three rifles,
two pistols, and about three thousand bullets. If youre wondering
why, I like to hunt. Now, if we can get those guns, we can defend
ourselves. Otherwise, we wont last long enough to get off the
island.

Only
five? But there are over twenty of us. Courtney pointed out.

Hey,
genius, were in a kitchen. There are knives everywhere. Noah
retorted. Tie them to the end of some sticks or brooms and weve
got spears.

Good
thinkin, know-it-all. Chef agreed. Get some weapons ready
and meet me at the back door. I want us ready to make a run for it in
five minutes.

~ELSEWHERE~

Somewhere
high in the Canadian Rockies a blizzard rages, camouflaging a small
secluded cabin from prying eyes. The inside of the cabin is dark,
lit only by the screens of a few computers. Six men in long white lab
coats sat at these computers while a seventh man dressed identically
leaned against a wall, flipping a lighter on and off. The seventh man
eventually walked over to one of the men at a computer and watched
the screen over his shoulder. How goes the infiltration? he
questioned.

Ive
successfully hacked into every camera they have set up on the island.
We have clear visuals at all points. The man at the computer
answered.

And
the experiments?

He
hit a few keys and an image appeared on the screen. It was a short
clip of a girl running through the woods with a man chasing after
her. He paused the image just as the man came to the center of the
screen. Now, if we just zoom in a little The image zoomed in
on the man’s face. Once the resolution was fixed, it clearly showed
the mans pale skin and lifeless eyes. Successful. The man at
the computer confirmed.

The
man standing behind him grinned. Excellent. Now its only a
matter of time

~CAMP
WAWANAKWA~

The
group slowly and silently made their way though the woods, all
keeping an eye out for any zombies, with Chef at the lead and Duncan
and Trent watching the rear. Everyone was armed with knives from
Chefs kitchen, a few of which were tied to the end of brooms. They
were on their way to Chris and Chefs cabin, as planned. As far as
they knew, the zombies were still at the Mess Hall trying to get
them, unaware that theyd left. Still, there was the distinct
possibility that they were being followed at that very moment.

Chef
turned to the others and raised his open hand to them, signaling them
to stop. He then took a few steps forward and stuck his head out
passed a tree to get a look at the surroundings. They had arrived at
their destination, and from what he could tell there were no zombies
in sight. He looked back over his shoulder and signaled to the others
to follow him and they quickly made heir way to the cabin, which
Justin commented looked like a palace compared to the campers crappy
cabins. It was two stories tall and looked like it couldve housed
all of them comfortably, including those that had already been
zombiefied. Duncan and Trent remained outside to watch for Zombies.

Okay,
people, get comfortable while you can. Chris ordered as the
campers all took seats among the multiple couches and chairs. Were
going to hold up here until we can figure out how to escape the
island.

Everyone
did as Chris suggested and got settled in while Chef went upstairs to
his room to fetch his guns and ammo. Courtney and Bridgette did their
best to try to calm Lindsay and Katie, who were still extremely upset
about the loss of Tyler and Sadie. Harold, Cody, Beth, and Leshawna
turned on the TV and started flipping channels, both to find
something to get everyone minds off the zombies and to see if there
were any new reports about it happening anywhere else. Justin and
Gwen both just lied down and tried to get some sleep, thinking that
rest would help calm them. Geoff and Izzy went around the building
and did their best to barricade the windows. Heather and Noah just
sat around, trying to think of ways that they could possibly survive
this ordeal, and Ezekiel, Owen, and DJ went into the kitchen to see
if they could get something to eat for everyone.

Dude,
theres bacon in here! Owen announced gleefully when he looked
in the refrigerator. Im gunna cook it.

NO!

Owen
froze before he even reached for the bacon. Are you crazy? DJ
demanded. If you cook that, then the zombies will smell it and
come running!

Yeah.
Ezekiel agreed. We can only eat what we cant cook. Otherwise
were just fattening ourselves up to become food ourselves, eh.

I
hate zombies so much. Owen groaned.

Back
in the living room, Leshawna hit the off button on the TV remote and
threw it against the wall in her rage. Damn! Why is it that in
every zombie movie ever made, and apparently real
zombie apocalypses, the TV always
goes out? Now were completely cut off from the main land!

So
what do we do? Beth asked.

What
do you mean What
do we do?
Cody questioned. Anyone whos seen Dawn
of the Dead or
even Shaun
of the Dead
knows what we do know. We do our best to survive. Plain and simple.

I
say we wait it out here until someone comes and finds us. Leshawna
suggested. After a while they producers or someone will come here
to find out why theyve stopped getting footage and then well
just hitch a ride on their boat.

One
big flaw. Harold pointed out. When they get here, they wont
be prepared for a zombie attack and will more than likely become
zombies themselves. Its a vicious circle. Anyone who comes here
wont be prepared because, up until now, zombies were fake. Thus,
theyll just be making more zombies for us to deal with. Our best
chance is to find our own way off the island, killing all of the
zombies along the way if possible.

You
are one smart dude, you know that? Leshawna chuckled, wrapping her
arm around his shoulders. Harold blushed.

Just
then they heard Gwen mumbling in her sleep. Harold, Cody, Beth, and
Leshawna looked over to find her lying on a couch, curled up in the
fetal position as she shivered in her sleep. She was dreaming,
obviously a nightmare due to her expression. Poor thing.
Leshawna said. Must be terrified.

Arent
you? Cody questioned.

Of
course I am! I dont wanna become zombie chow!

No
they heard Gwen groan in her sleep. No Dont come near me
get away Suddenly, she sat bolt upright and screamed, her eyes
as wide as dinner plates and sweat dripping down her face. Then she
came to here senses, realizing where she was. A dream a
nightmare it was just a nightmare thank god

Jeez
girl, I havent heard you scream like that since we had to jump off
that cliff. Leshawna said.

What
were you dreaming about? Beth asked.

Gwen
wiped the sweat from her forehead and shook her head. I dont
want to talk about it just a dream, right? she said with a
forced grin.

All
right, listen up! Chef called as he came down the stair holding
all five guns under one arm and a few dozen boxes of ammo under the
other. Now, Ive only got five of these things so I want anyone
of you whos ever used a gun before to come up now. Izzy came
running out of nowhere and stopped in front of Chef, holding her hand
out. I dont think so, crazy girl. Chef growled. If I had
a death wish I wouldve stayed with the zombies. Next!

Surprisingly,
Harold came up next. Five time attendee of Fire Arm Camp and I go
hunting with my uncle at least once a year, sir. He explained.
Chef nodded and tossed him a shotgun and a couple boxes of ammo.

Next
Heather came up, again to everyones surprise. When she noticed the
suspicious looks, she explained. What? I go to a firing range to
blow off steam. Its not like Im a murderer or something.
This time Chef just shrugged before handing her a hand gun and a few
boxes of ammo.

Anyone
else? Chef asked. No one moved. What about the criminal?

You
know, I really dont like how you call me that. Duncan was
standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smug grin
on his face. And yes, I have used a gun before. So hand it over.
Chef tossed him the second shotgun without even hesitating.

Anyone
else? Chef questioned. No? All right. Then, without a second
thought, He tossed the second hand gun to Chris.

Whoa,
whoa, what are you doing man? Chris demanded. I dont know
how to use this thing! The last time I used a gun was when I had a
brief appearance as a cop in a movie, and those bullets were blanks!

Yeah,
well, suck it up! Chef snarled. None of the rest of them have
used a gun before and youre the only other responsible adult, if
you define the term responsible
vaguely.

Okay
then, youre the boss apparently. Chris agreed reluctantly.
So whats the plan then?

Chef
has no response. It was obvious that even he, with all of his
military expertise and training, wasnt prepared to handle a
situation like this. The tension was thick in the air. No one knew
what to do and even where to begin on a plan other than hope
for the best.
With nothing more he could do, Duncan went back outside to continue
his guard duty, but before hed even closed the door he came back
in and slammed it behind him. I think the plan is to stay here and
fight for our lives. He said.

What?
Chef demanded as he rushed over to the door. He opened it slightly
and he and Duncan stuck their heads out. There was the same horde of
zombies from before coming at them, this time with Tyler, Sadie, Eva,
and Steve in the lead.

How
did they find us? Duncan questioned.

You
said it yourself, kid. Theyre smart. Chef explained. They
knew wed go looking for shelter. Chef pulled Duncan inside and
they went to a nearby bookshelf and began pushing. Mammas Boy,
get over here! Chef ordered. We need help barricading this
door! DJ came over right away and began pulling on the other side.

Wait!
Trent’s still out there! Gwen pleaded.

Its
too late! Heather said. She grabbed Gwens arm to hold her back
as she tried running to go save Trent. They probably already got
him! Theres no reason for you to commit suicide to save someone
whos already dead!

You
dont know that! Gwen shouted as she pulled her arm free from
Heathers grip.

But
youre willing to take that risk? Heather growled. You didnt
seem nearly as concerned when we lost Tyler and Sadie!

Hey,
enough! Chris ordered as he pulled the two girls away from each
other. Heather, you and Harold come with me and get ready to
shoot. The rest of you, run! Theres a stairwell behind a door in
the kitchen that leads to s cellar. Go through there and you should
find another way out. Do your best to get to the boat house. If we
dont meet you there within one day or if zombies show up, then
just take the canoes and leave without us. Well keep the zombies
busy here for as long as possible. Leshawna, youre in charge. Now
go!

The
fourteen teenagers did as Chris said and left, going into the cellar.
All right, people lets do this! Chef, Duncan, and Harold
took their shot guns and blew holes through the walls in order for
them to shoot. Harold, Duncan, Heather, I want you to follow the
others if they get too close. Chris ordered. They didnt
respond.

~OUTSIDE~

DJ
and Owen pushed open the cellar doors which led to the outside.
There were no zombies in sight and they signaled for the others to
follow. Were going to have to cut through the woods to avoid
them. Leshawna explained as they exited the cellar one by one.
Lets go!

You
might want to rethink that. Noah said nervously.

Why?
Leshawna questioned.

Noah
just pointed behind her. Leshawna looked over her shoulder to find a
grizzly bear making its way towards them on all fours. Its fur was
lighter than the ones shed seen on TV however, and its eyes
were dull and lifeless. Zombie Bear! she shouted. Scatter!

They
all ran in different directions Justin didnt make it. Leshawna,
Gwen, and Owen stayed behind long enough to watch the bear take a few
bites out of him before backing off and Justin rose to his feet,
despite his ribcage being ripped open.

Crap
Leshawna growled. Now weve got to find the others

Are
you crazy? Owen demanded.

I
am not leaving this island until I know they are all dead!
Leshawna said to him.

Well
then lets get going before Justin and the Bear come after us! Gwen
said, grabbing their arms and pulling. They ran off just as they hear
the first shots being fired from the other side of the cabin.