Eddsworld and Dead Island

This wasn't happening. This was supposed to be a vacation between friends, especially since one claimed he changed. Yes, a vacation turned nightmare. A pandemic swept the small vacation island, and the terrors it created hunted with insatable lust for human flesh. And with one of them taken, their sanity dropped, they don't know what to believe anymore.

They hid in angry terror, weapons in hand. They had yet to run into another Infected, so the tension built to the point of jumping at the slightest sound.

Edward held a pipe, his knuckles white from gripping it. He saw Matthew get taken, saw the Infected bellhop bite him square on the neck. The rest of them fled, sprinting with all the might their previous encounters gave them, but it wasn't enough.

Thomas clutched his oar, part of it splintered off from hitting Matthew in the ribcage. He hated himself, he wasn't fast enough... He looked back and saw Infected Matthew sprint with speed he's never seen. He saw Tord running the slowest, and Matthew gaining terribly fast. He swung his oar at Matthew, but not before Tord received the smallest of all bites to his right shoulder.

Tord held his knife tighter than the rest held their weapons, and his shoulder as the venom slowly spread through his body. He was losing his conciousness as the hunger for living tissue slowly invaded his mind. Matthew had given him the smallest of all bites. It was enough to break the skin, and draw a drop of blood. It was so small, it was overlooked as nothing. Thomas cleaned his wound fervently, with a look of worry in his eye sockets. He never knew someone without eyes could conjure up as much emotion as one with them. He had always looked upon him with disgust and hate, but it was clear that Thomas didn't think the same way.

The venom was slowly spreading through his body, and bringing immence pain with it. He had a hard time running, although he wanted to speed up the inevitable by staying behind. He had tried, but the others insisted they would find medicine. But what could cure this-this disease?

Edward waited in stress, hearing Tord's ragged breath, Thomas' concern on his breath, and his own fear making his heart beat fast. He had been in a similar situation, he should know what to do. Zombies raided his hometown at one point, he and the others survived! He was consitered the leader of them now, and since they lost Matthew, he was determined to not lose anyone else, and get them to safety.

Tord groaned loudly, and blood spewed out of his mouth. His eyes had heavy bags, and his black eyes had flecks of red.

"No..." He rasped then fell to the floor. "I...revealed us."

"Tord, no--!" Thomas was interupted by the sound of a door crashing open.

"Matthew's here..." Tord gasped.
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I never played Dead Island, I've only seen a little of it thanks to TobyGames, and the trailers. Then it hit me:

What if the Eddsworld gang went to Dead Island? After all, the earliest Eddisodes were zombie infested.

So this was born.

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