Chapter 1
The Zombie Apocalypse is here. Bring friends


It was the third day of Zee's university break, he had returned to his home in the sleepy town of Tibb. He had just awoken and it was nearly 10:30, he descended down the stairs and turned on his TV. There was a news report on but Zee wasn't paying much attention to it as he was making breakfast. He heard the odd words in the kitchen but placed most of his attention on his toast.

'…..reports of recent attacks.......barricade.......avoid contact.......aim for the head.......now for the weather.....Sunny with a chance of death......thanks Marjorie....'

He sat down in his breakfast in front of the television, the news was over and This Morning had just begun.

'Ugh' Groaned Zee, he switched the channel. Now THIS was better, a familiar theme tune belted from the speakers.

'He lives in a pineapple under the sea'

'SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!' yelled Zee with childlike aplomb. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Annoyed at being disturbed Zee trudged over to the door to answer it, He opened the door cursing under his breath. A teenage boy stood on his porch Zee couldn't see his face too well the boy was looking down and his hair obstructed his face. He seemed a bit dizzy as he was swaying on the spot almost like he would fall at any second.

'Are you okay?'

'Uuuuuurgh' Groaned the boy.

Zee had recognised the tone of his voice, it was the new person from across the road. His name was Patrick if Zee remembered correctly.

'Patrick? Seriously now are you okay?'

'Uuuuurgh'

'Have you been drinking? Drugs? You seem a little out of it'.

Patrick raised his head and Zee jumped in shock! Patrick's mouth was covered in blood and his skin was pale. Zee laughed a little and sighed with relief. He rubbed his chest as if to slow down his terrified heart.

'Nice costume but it's not Halloween for a few days and I've got nothing to give you yet. Aren't you a little old for Trick or Treating? I tell you what come back in a few days and I'll have some sweets or something'

'SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!' The TV blared.

'RAWR!!!'

Patrick lunged at Zee and knocked him to his feet, Patrick was desperately trying to bite him but Zee managed to hold him back. At this point Zee realised that Patrick was...A ZOMBIE!!! Zee gathered all his strength and pushed Patrick away from him. Patrick went to lunge again but Zee grabbed a pointy umbrella from the side and thrust it at his attacker. Patrick was impaled through the chest, he slowly looked down at his wound and groaned. He crumpled to the floor and Zee let out a sigh of relief.

Zee ran into the kitchen and grabbed the phone, he hammered down some numbers and awaited for his friend to answer.

'Hey this is Ross. If you're hot, hung and not Firewire please leave your message after the tone'

Zee groaned but left a message warning Ross about what happened, after putting the phone down he heard a low moan. Frozen in fear he slowly walked into the hallway...Patrick was not there. Zee backed slowly into his kitchen and shut the door. He ran over to his drawer and grabbed a knife.

'Ugggggh'

He turned around to see the zombified Patrick! He forgot to shut the door to the Dining room! Patrick lunged for Zee but Zee evaded and slashed at the zombie. It didn't seem to affect Patrick that much and he was soon attacking again. This time Zee aimed for the head and shoved his knife deep into the zombie's brain. This time the zombie would not recover from the attack. Patrick fell to the floor and ceased to move. Zee stood over the body to check if it was really dead.

'Hmm, I guess the Irish don't have the best quality of life afterall.'

Chapter 2
A Royal Jam


LemonJam woke up happy and content next to his wife, Jen (DUH! Like it'd be anyone else). It was nearly 11 o'clock, LJ climbed out of bed in order to treat Jen to breakfast in bed. Halfway down the stairs LJ heard his mobile ring, he tensed for a moment as he knew who was ringing him. He glanced upstairs and grabbed his phone from a table at the bottom of the stairs, the screen on the phone confirmed his suspicions. He moved into the dining room and shut the door behind him before answering the phone.

'Princess, what did I say about ringing me? This has to stop'

'There's something I need to tell you, Lemonjam...I'm pregnant'.

'What? Who's is it?'

'YOURS, YOU BASTARD! What kind of woman do you take me for?'

'Well you were sleeping with a married man...'

'Fair point'

'What are we going to do about this?'
'I dunno, Oh hang on there's some people outside... Excuse me but this is private property, who are you? Oh my god what's wrong with your faces? STAY AWAY!'

'Princess! PRINCESS! What's going on?'

'Oh my god Lemonjam, there's zombies outside! I managed to shut the door on them but they're breaking through! Help me!'

'Okay I'll be there as soon as I can, keep the phone close by and find a weapon and a safe room to hide in'.

'Thank you Lemonjam, regardless of what has gone on I do love you'

'Yeah... I'll see you soon.'

Lemonjam hung up the phone and looked outside, There were zombies everywhere! He couldn't believe he didn't notice this before. He ran upstairs and told Jen about the zombie situation and that he was going to get Princess (They've been friends since Childhood.....DOUBLE BETRAYAL!! Princess, you Scarlet woman!). Jen was worried but she let him go, Princess was her best friend. Lemonjam grabbed a golf club and prepared to leave.

'Lock all the doors behind me, don't open them for anybody you hear?'

'Yes, Lemonjam please be careful. I can't lose you'

They kissed and then they parted, Jen locked the door but watched from the window. Lemonjam ran through the zombies without much trouble, It wasn't long until he was out of sight.

Chapter 3
The Welsh Man cometh


Ross was jogging down the street with his earphones plugged in, he was exercising to his favourite Jam 'Get Sexy' and hadn't realised that the zombie apocalypse was upon him. Even if he did know it would not have bothered him for Ross was the most most manliest and hunkiest man in Tibb. It was said that he could impregnate a girl from 50 paces with only his dulcet welsh tones.

He wasn't really paying attention when he collided with what he believed to be another person. The person went flying and Ross being the gentlemen instantly went to help her up.

'Hey, sorry about that. Are you okay?'

The zombie swiped for him but Ross jumped backwards out of the way. He watched her slowly get up and face him and then he realised what he was dealing with. The zombie leapt at him again but Ross was ready, he hit her with an almighty uppercut that knocked her through the air. The second she hit the floor Ross turned to run but he was surrounded! While he was busy with the one zombie the others had slowly gathered around him, there was no escape.

'You shall not be feasted upon and condemned to the ranks of the dead today!'

A figure in long black clothes darted out from a nearby alley and sliced away at the zombie crowds with a pair of knives. Ross had never seen such carnage, the person was hacking away at the zombies like a ninja with a migraine. Soon enough only Ross and his mysterious savior were the only ones left standing.

'Who are you?'

The figure pulled down their hood.

'My given name is GypsyGoth, tell me do you have shelter in which you can hide?'

'My house is a few streets away, we can go there'

'Most excellent, let's depart before the fallen's comrades come seeking them'

'Umm okay'

They moved swiftly and carefully through the streets avoiding the zombies, Ross was intrigued by this mysterious woman and began a conversation with her. He had never seen her around and asked her if she lived in Tibb.

'Only very recently, I used to be a traveling fortune teller but I decided to settle down. I moved here 2 days ago and on the first night I witnessed a vision within the dregs of my cheeky vimto foretelling of this disaster.'

'Oh, that makes sense....I guess. Hey! There's my.....house'.

The house was a wreck, it had been ravaged by zombies looking for their next meal, it was no longer safe. Ross wondered what to do next when he saw a familiar person running along with a golf club, was that Lemonjam? Ross called out to him and Lemonjam stopped.

'I so glad you're alive, where are you going?'

'To Princess' house, she's in trouble! Where are you headed?'

' I don't know, My house is wrecked I think I'm gonna go to Zee's to see if he is okay'

'Well after you've met Zee head to our house, it'll be a good idea to stay together as much as we can. Oh and arm yourself, have you even got a weapon?'

Ross pointed to Gypsygoth.

'I see, well I've got to go. Be careful'

LemonJam sprinted down the street leaving Ross and Gypsygoth alone. Ross grabbed his phone and rang Zee, thankfully he was still alive. Ross told Zee to get ready to leave as they were going to go to Jen's. Once there they would try to figure a way out of this mess.

Chapter 4
The Princess is in another Castle (or not)


LemonJam had finally arrived on Princess' street, there were a fair few zombies around and from where he stood he could see that Princess' house had taken a battering. He sprinted through the zombies while taking choice swings at any that stood in his way. Soon he had reached the gates of her house. He leaped the fence and pelted up the stairs, he went to ring the doorbell when he felt a strong tug on his collar that sent him falling backwards down the steps. Dazed from the fall he looked up to see a Zombie advancing on him, he felt around trying to find the golf club but it landed too far away. He shuffled backwards to avoid the zombie but he was still a bit hazy from the fall and couldn't move well. He was doomed.

Lemonjam closed his eyes, preferring not to see when the zombie attacked. However a strange sound awoke him from his daze. It sounded like a Lawn Mower starting. He opened his eyes to see a figure running behind the zombie, the figure raised a bladed object into the air and thrust it into the zombie. Suddenly LJ was covered in the zombies blood as he realised that his hero stabbed the zombie with a fully working....CHAINSAW! Without warning the mysterious figure pulled the chainsaw upwards, cutting the zombie into ribbons.

After the fountain of gore subsided Lemonjam realised that his chainsaw wielding hero was none other then...Princess.

'Oh Lemonjam thank God you're alive.'

Princess grabbed Lemonjam and helped him stand up.

'Thanks Princess, I'm glad you're alive too.' He glanced at the blood covered chainsaw. 'It looks like I needn't have bothered coming' He joked.

'Oh this? I found it in the cupboard, I call it the Thatter Twatter. Anyway enough talk. Let's get out of here before more arrive.

Lemonjam grabbed his club and they began to leave. Halfway down the road they saw a teenage boy running up the opposite side of the road.

'Isn't that MarkWaldorf?'


MarkWaldorf unlocked the door of his house and quickly went inside and locked the door behind him. He left the bag he was holding and called out through the house?

'Gary? Shaun? Y'there?'

'Shhh! Not so loud! It's got to the part where Regina gets hit by the bus!'

'Oh sorry! I've got the supplies. It wasn't easy though some zombie bitch scratched me on the way out of the shop, managed to get away though but it was worth it'

He pulled out a Cosmo maagazine.

'Ooooh Cheryl Cole Skincare tips! Well looky here, her beauty secret is that she bathes in the blood of virgins! He read to his friends.

'Good thing Harry lives next door then' Retorted Gary as they all cackled meanly. *KNOCK KNOCK* the group tensed quickly and Shaun grabbed a knife from the table. He advanced towards the door and took a quick look through the window.

'Oh it's only Lemonjam and Princess'

He opened the door.

'Hiya guys how's it hanging? Low I hope in your case LJ'

They cackled again.

'Yeah...Awkward. Anyway I'm heading back to my house and we're meeting Ross, Zee and their friend there. It's probably better we all try to stick together so do you want to come with us?

'Yeah why not, we've got nothing planned since the cast of Gossip girl got eaten'

'So ****ing tragic'

;I know right?'

'Yeah we'll come with you, just give us a chance to get ready. C'mon girls we're going out!'

'Oooh bagsie the Louis Vuttons'

'Boo you *****!'

'Good grief' muttered Lemonjam as princess nodded in agreement.

He looked out onto the street, he was eager to return home, it had been a while since he had left Jen there. He hoped she was okay.


Jen was crouching down in her kitchen out of sight trying to keep quiet, she didn't want to attract any Zombie attention or miss any signs of Lemonjam. She gripped tightly onto the hammer she found.

'Please let him be safe'

She thought about him for a while and wondered what they would do after they got out of this mess. Jen amused herself with the thought of a romantic holiday to Venice with LJ. She always wanted to go there. Her musings were disturbed suddenly when the doorbell rang loudly.

'Jen!? LemonJam? Are you there? If you are please let me in I need help!' a familiar voice cried.

It was Marcjsp's voice and it was a voice that created a dilemma in Jen's head. Should she let him in? LJ had warned against it, but could she really leave a friend out there? She ran over to the front door and let him in. He stumbled through the door and quickly fell to his knees, he was seriously injured and bleeding profusely.

'Oh my God Marc! When did this happen? Where's the rest of the Modforce?' asked Jen as she fetched the first aid kit.

'I was with UKTurtle and VickyJ, we were looking for survivors and taking out as many zombies as possible. We got cocky and then we got surrounded, Vicky and Turtle died in the struggle but I managed to get away. One of the bastards managed to bite me though!'

Chapter 5
Dezzy and Confused


Dezzy had just left the Airport, he had returned after a few months in Tahiti for a game show but he was back now. Waiting for him was a Taxi driven by Iceman.

'Hey Ice, long time no see, how's it going?'

'Ah Same Old, Same Old. I heard the good news congratulations on winning'

'Thanks, So how's Tibb? Anything interesting happen since I was gone?'

'Nope not really, it's been quite quiet, literally sometimes. I haven't heard from HQ in a while. Must be a slow day.'

After a few minutes the conversation started to dry up and instead Dezzy decided to watch the scenery. Nothing seemed to have changed at all in Tibb. It was a comforting thought. He smiled slightly, but that smile turned into a face of shock as he saw a person shuffle into the road.

'ICEMAN STOP!'

But it was too late, the person collided with the car and was thrown backwards.

'Oh my god, Oh my god' panicked Iceman. He hurriedly left the taxi and ran over to the victim and Dezzy followed. The victim was twitching and Iceman was attempting to help him up. The man was in a horrific condition, he was covered with blood. The car really did a number on him....or did it? Dezzy noticed small wounds over the man's body, it was strange but they looked like bite wounds. The man let out a blood curdling hungry scream as Dezzy realised what was happening.

'ICEMAN GET AWAY FROM HIM!' Dezzy shouted as he threw Iceman out of the way and booted the zombie in the face. It's head seemed to explode into a gushing river of gore, the zombie fell to the floor and moved no more.

'That was probably the coolest, yet most horrific things I've ever seen' commented Iceman.

'Zombies, That's why the town's quiet Iceman. I haven't got a clue what's going on but we need to find our friends and get out of here.'

'I agree, I'm worried about the Brotherhood, they've been too quiet.'

'Let's split up, I'll go find my friends and you can go check the brotherhood, we'll meet up later so give me a call.

Iceman nodded as he headed to the boot of the taxi, he seemed to be looking for something. He smiled as he pulled out two long swords.

'Where the hell did you get THEM from?' Inquired Dezzy

'I'm a Brotherhood KNIGHT, Dezzy. Here take one and keep yourself safe.'

'Thanks Iceman, I'll see you soon'.
Iceman climbed into his car and drove away as Dezzy quickly ran down the street. Apart from that one zombie the street seemed empty, Dezzy seemed to be quite lucky....apart from the whole wandering into a zombie apocalypse thing. His luck continued for 3 streets until he turn a corner and was faced with a hoard of zombies. Lemonjam's was the closest house and this was the only way there without walking to the other side of town and risking running into more zombies.

Dezzy raised his sword and thought of his favourite film, They were the Crazy 88, he was a one man army with a clear goal in sight...To kill Lucy Liu.....hang on that's not right....Oh yeah to find his friends and all that Jazz.

He charged forward and sliced upward, decapitating multiple zombies in a single slash. He pushed the zombies aside and ran forward but he was soon surrounded. He raised his sword and span around in a circle, chopping off the legs of all zombies around him. He then leaped over the floor bound zombies and ran onto a car which he leaped off and booted another zombie in the face. There were only two zombies left and they were slowly advancing upon him. He swung his sword and cut one cleanly in half he then span around and sliced the last zombie right down the middle. With the zombies dead he ran up the road, his heart soared with joy as he saw all his friends in the distance outside LJ's house. They were all alive!

'Hey guys!' He shouted

'Dezzy? You're back?'

'Yeah, I'm glad you're all sa-'

Suddenly a zombie knocked him off his feet, Dezzy tried to swing at him but he was completely pinned. He looked up and saw a new crowd of zombies gathering around him.

'OH ***** MY LIFE!!!!!'

Shaun sighed a sad sigh.

'Poor Dezzy, I know he's used to failing but that was just harsh.'