The Rolling Stones: ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

Part Eleven - We Are The Dead

"I'm going pee." Mick T said quietly, walking into the darkness. He looked around the moonlit landscape for a tree. He found one, but as he walked up to it, he heard a moan behind him before  a pair of leathery hands grabbed him. The other Stones heard him shriek as the zombie dragged him away into the darkness.
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"MICK!" Mick yelled, jumping up from the ground. "I'm going after him!" Mick announced, grabbing his handgun. Before the others could respond, he took off into the darkness. "We all need to go!" Ronnie ordered, getting his gun. Everyone followed suit, running after Mick into the woods.
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The sound of Mick's footsteps guided the others through the pitch-black night. "I see him!" Mick shouted, talking a sharp right turn and running through a bush.
"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" Mick T screamed into the night. "That way!" Ronnie yelled, squeezing through the bush. Suddenly the screaming stopped and Mick T disappeared. "No! He was right there!" Mick panted in frustration. "Where could he have gone?" Bill wondered quietly to himself. Suddenly, Mick fell onto his knees, beginning to cry. Ronnie rushed over to hug him. "Don't worry, we'll find him, I promise." "Wait, there's a hole over there under that tree. It must be where Mick went." Bill said, looking at the hole. "Alright! Come on, let's go!" Ronnie declared, helping Mick up. They ran over to the hole. It ran almost straight down, the sides made of smooth stone, obviously man-made. "I'll go first!" Mick stated, jumping into the hole and screaming all the way down. The others came down too, flying down the chute.

They all landed on a cold stone floor, their crash echoed across the cave system they had just stumbled upon. Zombies began to turn their direction. "Quick, behind that large stalagmite!" Bill ordered quietly. Everyone ran behind it before the zombies got a chance to look at them. "What do we do now?" Keith asked quietly. "We can't stay back here forever! We'll die!" Mick hissed. "Quieter, please. I'm figuring this out." Bill whispered.
"If Mick is down here, we have to find him. And we have to get past the zombies." Ronnie said. "Maybe we become the zombies?" Keith suggested. "How?" Charlie asked. "I'll show you." Keith said, scraping some limestone dust off the stalagmite. "We have to put this on our faces to look pale, then moan and stagger like them."
"I don't know, don't you think they'll notice?" Mick said worriedly. "They're quite stupid, I think if we put on a good show, they won't know we're humans." Keith said assuredly.
The Stones staggered out from behind the stalagmite, limestone dust caked onto their faces and bodies. They moaned and stumbled through the halls, looking for Mick T. "Look at that, it says 'KINGS ROOM ENTRANCE'. Should we go in?" Bill asked between moans. "Sure." Keith answered, almost a whisper. They entered to find a magnificent large room. It was filled with expensive decor and tapestries of zombies hung on the walls. They slipped past other zombies, finding themselves at the entrance to the 'throne room'. They stepped- I mean staggered into the room, moaning and looking around. They turned to the throne, and found a familiar face sitting there. "No- Brian!?" Mick whispered in disbelief. They all gaped at a zombified Brian Jones, who sat elegantly on the throne, twirling a golden baton in his hands. Zombies were gathered around the makeshift stage that held the throne. A small podium sat on the left side of the stage. A zombie walked up to the podium and adjusted the microphone. "Ahem. Hello! Our beautiful King has something important to share with us!" The zombie said in English, surprising the Stones. The zombies moaned and clapped in response, the Stones did the same. "Hello fellow subjects! I would like to share with you something I have been wanting to do for a long time." Brian said in his gorgeous British accent, which surprisingly had not been changed by becoming a zombie. He continued; "This person I am about to present to you, replaced me. He hurt me deeply, so I am going to give him what he deserves; zombification!" The zombies cheered. As if on queue, two zombies dragged someone- Mick T onto the stage. Charlie drew his gun, ready to defend Mick T. The Stones rushed up to the front row, jumping onto the stage. The zombies gasped. "You are NOT going to kill him!" Mick snarled, facing Brian. Brian was surprised for a moment, then regained himself. "What makes you think I won't?" He said, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "Because we're going to save him!" Mick stated, staring Brian down. "Oh no, I'm afraid not. Seize them!" Brian ordered, causing a crowd of zombies to run at the Stones. "Gotcha!" One of the zombies growled in rough English. The Stones struggled in the zombie's grasps as Brian continued on. "This, everyone, is Mick Taylor." Brian said as he pointed to the petrified Mick T at his side. "And he, will be punished for messing with me." "He will become a zombie, as well as my faithful servant. For all of eternity." Brian finished, putting an emphasis on the word eternity. "Wait Brian, can we please make things right? Talk about this? About us? Please!" Keith yelled desperately. Brian ignored him, and just as he was about to bite into Mick T's neck, Charlie broke free from the zombie holding him in place, drawing his gun without hesitation and shooting Brian in the head.
BANG
Brian fell to the ground. He was dead. Gone. Everyone was still for a moment, before the zombies all began to come for Charlie. Even the ones holding Mick T went for Charlie as well. "COME ON!" Bill yelled as he grabbed Charlie, pulling him away from the zombies as Mick T followed. They all ran as fast as they could as hundreds of angry zombies chased them through the cavern. They found the way that they came in, climbing up the hole, back to the surface. Luckily their hands had the limestone dust, and when mixed with sweat, makes for a good sticky substance that helped them climb out faster. The zombies couldn't get out that way, just moaned at them as they escaped. They ran back to their campsite, breathing heavily. "Jesus!" Bill panted, collapsing onto the soft grass. Everyone sat down, trying to process what just happened. "Did we just see Brian? Or am I crazy?' Charlie asked, confused. "Oh he was real alright, and I could have made things right with him if it wasn't for you shooting him!" Keith raised his voice at Charlie. "He was about to kill Mick! If I hadn't, Mick would be dead!" Charlie snapped, surprised by Keith's outburst. "I had a chance to make it up to him! You ruined it!" Keith said angrily, glaring at Charlie. "Calm d-" Bill started. "And you- you had a chance to stop Charlie when the zombie wasn't paying attention, but you didn't!" Keith growled, turning his anger towards Bill. "If I had stopped him, Brian would have turned Mick T into a lifeless zombie and then us!" Bill replied annoyed. "This is ridiculous." Bill added, looking at Keith. Keith grunted and looked down, anger boiling inside him. "Look, Charlie did it to save Mick T. I understand where you're coming from, but that was the wrong time. I'm sorry." Bill said, looking at Keith. Ronnie tried to sit close to Keith, but Keith stormed off, having had enough of everyone. They all just sat in silence. The fire was beginning to die. "I think we should get cleaned up and get some sleep, we'll figure everything out in the morning." Bill said wearily. Everyone nodded, and washed off the limestone dust with water before going to sleep in the car. Keith eventually cleaned himself up after the others fell asleep, before laying down in the grass, soon falling asleep with a cigarette in his hand.