going gorillaz!

October 2nd, 2002

     "Finally." You sighed, entering Kong Studios. You haven't been here in about two or three months, due to being trapped in that damned hotel with your former bandmates. The place was just as you left it. Messy.

     You ran to your phone, which you kept under your pillow as always. Quickly, you rang Paula's phone. After a few rings, she picked up. "[Name]? You haven't called in weeks! What's up?" You smiled softly, hearing her voice again. "Paula, is there any way I can stay with you?" You asked her. "Why? What happened?" She responded.

     You explained to her the fight, and how everyone split up. She paused for a moment to take in everything. "Honey, I don't think I can help you out." Paula sighed. You furrowed your brows, "Why?!"

     "I don't want to get caught. What if Murdoc or someone catches me with you? He has cameras scattered in Kong! I'll be dead!" She explained. Truth was, she was living with her new boyfriend now and she didn't want anyone to tell him about the incident with Murdoc and 2D. "But they won't even look for me! I promise!" You were desperate, you didn't want to live alone for the rest of your life. "Look, [Name]. As much as I'd like to help you, I can't. It's too risky." Before you could argue, she hung up. You were truly alone.

     Over the next few days you had fallen into a small type of depression. You laid on the couch all day, seeing no point in doing anything.

    You had no money for shopping. You were thankful there was food packed inside the kitchen cabinets.

     The days turned to months, and the months turned into a year. You weren't sad anymore, now seeing you could become independent. Kong Studios being silent was quite helpful to your independence too, you didn't have to hear yelling, screaming, or moaning anymore.

     About half a year into living at Kong, you found Murdoc's hidden stash of money. Of course, you went shopping for a full makeover. Your style had changed a 'bit' is an understatement. You began dressing in darker clothes, compared to your old pink, innocent style. You even painted your room a melancholy tone.

October 27th, 2003

     You've cleaned up Kong Studios on the inside, but on the outside, you couldn't quite do much. Lately, literal zombies had gathered around Kong. You didn't have any martial arts skills, how were you supposed to keep them out? You kept a kitchen knife with you at all times, and boarded the windows and doors with whatever you could find. The front door was different, it wasn't boarded up. You had a dozen locks on it, however, just in case you needed to leave.

     Today was very different. You heard a knock at the front door and raised a brow. No person in their right mind comes to a graveyard surrounded by zombies. You hesitatingly unlocked the door, opening it just a crack. You saw a familiar, short Japanese girl covered in blood. You quickly opened the door, "Holy shit Noodle, are you okay?!" You furrowed your brows, letting her in. She had Mike, her monkey, with her too, you assumed she came back to get him before leaving for Japan. She groaned, "I should be asking you that, [Name]! There are zombies surrounding the whole cemetery!" Noodle replied, in perfect English. Well, besides her thick Japanese accent. "When did you learn English?" You asked, ignoring her remark. "It's a long story. Are you going to help me kill these zombies or what?" You blinked, then nodded.

     You were overwhelmed with happiness, seeing a friend for the first time in a whole year. She quickly dragged you outside, handing you one of her weapons. She must've got them in Japan. "Do you know what the source is? What they're looking for?" She slashed a zombie. You thought for a moment. "Yeah, the TV room. That's where most of them try to get to. I'm not sure why, though." You replied. You yelped, seeing a zombie close to you, and you quickly sliced it's head. It was thrilling. You wanted to do it again.

     You spent all day killing zombies, but it wasn't enough. There were still more to get rid of. It would take months to kill them off!

     "So, are you going to tell me why you can speak better English than me?" You asked her, raising a brow. You were hanging out in her old room, giving it a small makeover. She giggled, "So, it started when I got to Japan..." She told you her long story, about her meeting her creator and learning she was a military experiment. Once she was finished, your mouth was in an 'o' shape. "Dude that's sick!" She laughed. "And you? What have you been up to?" You bit your lip, then hesitatingly told her your story. "Ah." She comforted you awkwardly. She couldn't imagine being isolated for so long.

     Each day, you and Noodle had a routine. You'd kill zombies for half the day, then the other half, you'd examine the TV room.

     For six months, this routine was in action. The last day, you had killed the final zombie. You looked around. "That's the last of them." You told Noodle, who had just walked outside. "Good! I have news! Come inside!"

     She led you to the TV room. "Look at each channel. The useless info, made up history, the soul sapping celebrities, and time rotting garbage. That's it, subliminal drivel! Talent shows, game shows, reality shows. The disease is spreading." She explained, pointing at the programs playing on each TV.

     You furrowed your brows. Strangely, it made sense. Modern television was turning everyone into zombies. "This disease, it's all around Kong. If we don't fight it...the infection will be inside us." Noodle nodded, she agreed completely.

     You and Noodle began to feel so alone, with only each other. It felt like you both were the only thinking, feeling beings left. "Maybe we should make something as a signal to others. To light a torch for abandoned souls. To warn them of the disease." You knew exactly what she was talking about. You grinned eagerly.

"[Name], I think we should make a new album."