Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Besotted

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 05:

Back in Seattle…

“Those are zombies. That’s what they are,” Esme insisted. “Look at them. Their hearts aren’t beating. They’re moving ridiculously slow and they’re feeding off of Steve the news director. I mean they’re really digging into his loins-literally.”

“Ew! Gross! It stinks in here.”

“Bella, the smell is the least of our worries. Those zombies have to be destroyed.”

A young college intern came rushing into the studio. “Several news stations around Europe are saying that after less than a day of the flu, the victims turn into zombie-like creatures. They recommend that we kill them by decapitating them or by destroying their brains. Similar news reports are coming in from South America. Um, didn’t that zombie used to be Britney the morning news anchor?”

“Everyone quiet!” Esme shouted.

“Um, Esme, we’re still live,” Bert the cameraman, stated. “And I can’t get to the camera because those creatures are by it.”

“Fine, then we’ll just have to take care of those zombies on camera.”

“How do you propose we do that?” Bella asked.

“We have to destroy their brains. At least that’s what it says in all of the books I’ve read.”

“Esme, those are romance books.”

“Yes, I know, but it’s the only course of action that makes sense.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, who’s packing?” Bert questioned.

“Why?” Alison the make-up artist asked.

“Because, we need to blow their brains out.”

“Do we really need to resort to such violence?”

“Of course we do. Those things aren’t human, they’re monsters! They are zombies. Corpses that have been reanimated and have an insatiable desire to feed off of human brains and entrails,” Esme informed her.

“Oh, but I just finished reading, ‘ My Undead Earl ‘ and the Earl just couldn’t harm his Countess no matter what. They aren’t all bad, sometimes, zombies have hearts.”

“I just read the book, too, but I’m afraid that was fantasy. This is reality, those things are crazy and they are heading towards us!”

“Shit!” they all screamed.

Bella, who had disappeared for a moment, rushed back into the room. On screen, the zombies could be seen slowly stalking toward the news team. There were only six of them and they consisted of the former morning, afternoon, and evening news anchors. “These were the only hard, blunt objects I could find that can be used as weapons.” She handed everyone a wide array of items ranging from snow shovels to baseball bats to 2′ by 4’s.

“If we’re going to do this on camera, it has to be instructional,” Liz the production manager announced.

“Fine.” Bella plastered a smile on her face. “Hello, we’re back and live on air. We are currently experiencing a Zombie Crisis here at Seattle One and we are going to attempt to handle the situation at hand. First of all, it is imperative that we remain calm.”

Esme spoke next, “Second, if you do encounter one of these creatures, your best line of defense is to take a hard, blunt object such as this garden shovel and hold it out in front of you. When the zombie gets close enough, give it a good whack on the side of its head to try to dislodge its brain.” Esme smacked the zombie several times using human strength. Blood spurted all over the place as the others did the same with the other zombies. Three of the zombies went down, two were still moving.

Suddenly, a gunshot rent the air. One of the zombies collapsed on camera. The holder of the gun pulled the trigger two more times, destroying the zombies with bullets straight through the center of their brains.

“Bella, where did you get that gun from?”

“From the security guard. He was dead anyway.”

“And where did you learn to shoot like that?”

“Esme, my father is a cop and he hunts for sport. There was no way that I was going to grow up without learning how to fire a gun. Now can we get these stinky corpses out of here?” Bella turned to the camera and with a smile stated, “If all else fails, I suggest blowing their brains out using a gun.”

“Maybe we should have added a violence disclaimer. We’re going to have all of the anti-gun groups hounding our station,” Liz the production manager commented.

“Liz, no one gives a shit about being politically correct right now. We’ve got zombies!”

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Forks, Washington…

“That’s right, baby girl! You tell them!” Charlie whooped as he watched his daughter off the zombies. He cocked his service revolver and pointed it at Jacob Black.

“Charlie, that’s my husband!” Leah cried.

“I know that, Leah, and I’m going to blow his brains out unless I get the true story of what went on between Bella and the Cullens from either him or his father because both of them seem to have underestimated just how much my daughter means to me.” Clearly, Charlie Swan wasn’t going to take any more crap.