The Zombie Apocalypse

•Chapter 2•

Out of all the places, the Inanimate Insanity showgrounds where hit hard. After all, the virus had started there.

MePhone4 was dead.

His screen was cracked open, with cut wiring exposed. Definitely not alive.

Many were not alive, honestly. OJ's hotel didn't last long, despite the many barricades put in place. They just weren't prepared enough.

A few people made it out, like Paper, Cherries, Paintbrush, Fan... More would've made it out, if it weren't for Bomb blowing up...

The remaining contestants were mostly fine, nobody knew where Mic was, Lightning went off with Fan and Paintbrush, Baseball was surviving alright... And Suitcase.... Well, she wasn't dead, but her mental health wasn't exactly great.

She kept seeing the same scene in her mind... On repeat..

It was a week ago. Around midday. Suitcase and Balloon had barely made it out of the hotel, fighting against the crowd of zombies faced against them.

They were walking away. Neither of them heard Tissues sneak up. By the time Balloon shouted, and Suitcase turned around, it was too late.

A bang. Shredded bits of rubber.

"Balloon..?" Suitcase whispered.

But Balloon could not answer. He never would again. Tissues was there. He had taken Balloon from her. He approached her. His eyes were dull and lifeless yet filled with hunger. He was not alive. He was not dead. Movements stiff but not slow.

Before Suitcase knew what she was doing, and kicked Tissues to the ground. She kept kicking. She kicked until he was long past dead again. She kicked until he was nothing but cardboard and paper on the ground.

Balloon was dead. Tissues was long past dead. Suitcase felt disoriented. The next few hours were just a blur in her head now... All she knew was that she put the last parts of Balloon inside her case. The little shreds of rubber. She needs him.

It's always the same thing. The shout. The bang. The rubber. The cardboard and tissues. Each coming back in new, scarier forms. It didn't help Suitcase was in constant danger, with the zombies and such..

It wouldn't be long until she took the plunge into insanity. It already took all her restraint not to scream at nothing. She found herself calling out for him, hoping he would save her. Pull her in and tell her everything would be ok. She knew he wouldn't, though. He never would again. She wanted to fall and let the visions consume her, it would be so much easier if she just got the pain over with now. But Suitcase wouldn't let herself. She does not want to die.

Not yet.

•·•·•

"Are we there yet..?"

"We're nearly halfway there. Goiky is a long ways away still."

"Just chill out Fan, We'll get there eventually! Just don't worry!"

It was Fan, Paintbrush, and Lightbulb. They had all managed to escape. Barely, but still. Of course, Baxter was with them.

They had decided to make their way to Goiky together. After all, I mean, not all of the world should be infected. And they've heard Goiky has some powerful people there. It should be safe. It is safe. Right?

Although they were halfway there, and they still had to go through forests because of the dense number of zombies... Their hope was running low... Well, except for Lightbulb's. But then again, it seemed like she never ran out of hope.

"Just a little bit further!" She'd say, at the beginning of each terrible day. Constant danger. From all sides. If it weren't for Paintbrush's knife, they'd never have survived.

But they'd never all make it to Goiky alive. They all knew it to some degree. One of them would get bitten, hurt, or crack under the pressure. Give up and stay still. Leave themselves to insanity.

They were all determined not to let it be them.

Fan was close to breaking, though. Test Tube was gone. He knew this. MePhone said it came from her lab. She was the first victim.

Even though they were on bad terms, he still cared for her a lot. Not only that, but... She had the egg.

Fan was nervous, his thoughts overflowing with "theories" about what happened to his beloved egg. The emotional connection to a being that had not quite yet come to live was surprising to most. It never mattered to Fan.

He just hoped it was ok....

... No, he refused to let himself break down. Not today. Not tomorrow, not even a week from now. He would NOT.

.... Would he?

A/N
Soooo... Happy Halloween
Very short chapter
Because I wanted to get it out on Halloween

So
Yeah

.... That's all I really have to say.

Oof.