Reg is in panic mode, and tries to run!

Derek didn't run.... Nor did he swim either.

He just waited patiently for his little feathery friend instead. He didn't feel fear like Reg did.
He didn't know what fear meant, to be honest- but he did know that every other animal felt it, and so he pretended that he did know.
He hated not being included in things.

..Reg's return took some time though, as Reg kept falling over on the soft sand in his panicked haste to get back to the water.
(Penguin legs and soft sand are not really good combinations - especially if they are panicked penguin legs.)

"Whats wrong, Reg?", asked Derek.

"No time for that, now!" Reg screamed loudly "Swim before they catch us!".
It was more of a high pitched squeak, rather than a scream - but he did try his very best.

As Reg jumped in the water, he started to flail around,
" Oh it burns, its burns", He screamed. (squeaked)

"What bloody burns?" , Asked Derek, totally bemused at his friends condition.

"The water Derek, the water burns !" Said Reg. " It's too hot here, it's burning me!"

"Ah, " Derek said, understanding now. The water was very hot here...
He still didn't understand the reason for Reg hurtling towards the sea from the beach, though...

"We need to swim further out.." Said Reg. "We'll be safer there. I'll explain it all to you,then...! There's zombie bears here, Derek!Zombies!"

And so the duo swam away from the shores of Portugal.
Well, Reg jumped on Derek's back, as per usual, and let him do the swimming.

As they swam away Derek asked about what had happened back on the shore.

" Oh Derek, my friend, it was horrible!"

"I'm gonna eat you if you don't tell what happened!", Said Derek jokingly (half jokingly... He was famished.!.. The bear spit had all been eaten..)

" I think Gerald is in on this", said Reg " I think he's working for the naked bears".

"Gerald? The tree bear who eats leaves to get drunk? That Gerald?" Said Derek, totally confused now..

"Yes, that Gerald, " Said Reg impatiently, " How many Gerald's do we know? Of course that Gerald!"

...Just then, many , many, lights and dark's, away..

He was determined to work out what Reg was waffling on about..

He was making absolutely no sense, right now...but that wasn't usual.
Reg made him confused a lot, it must be said. Derek was confused pretty much daily, by Reg.
But he liked this little Penguin enough not to eat him, and so that made him a true friend.
He hardly ever even thought about eating Reg nowadays, in fact...

He listened as Reg explained everything...

"This is what I think, Derek...."

" Oh god", Derek thought. Whenever Reg started with 'this is what I think...', it inevitably meant that he was about to get really, really, confused.
Again.

Reg took a deep breath.... (that took a while, penguins can take very deep breaths)

" I think we were drugged by the bear spit, that was thrown off the big log that the bears were on,"

" I doubt it Reg", said Derek, interrupting his feathery friend.. " Nobody give you free drugs, it's a myth... Except for Gerald of course - but his stash just grew for free, all around him."

"Well I think the spit was laced with something," Reg stated.

" You started hearing voices to come to this place, right? With the spit and the soft floppy ice, yes?"

"Yeeeeees" Derek said, warily - his little mate just might be onto something here!...
Those voices were very strange.''

Clickety clickk clickk clicky clickk....A very 'whale-ish' chat sound, but very artificial somehow...clickky click, click, and then there was that strange echo in background. A chanting behind the 'clickety clicks'... 'ohbollox, ohbollooox,ah...bollox...'

Reg snapped Derek out of his thoughts...
" ....And when I went on the beach to ask the naked bears, what a desk was. It was then I realized we were in zombieland.!"

"Whats a Zombie, Reg?" Asked Derek...

"I'm not sure," Said reg, " But that's word just came into my head thinking about them - so that's what we'll call 'em..."

"Fair enough, " Derek said, "I wonder if they taste different than non zombie bears..?" He'd never tried Zombie food... New foods always interested him...

He snapped out of his musings again, as Reg continued on..

"...Anyway, as I went around the beach asking what a desk was, I realized that these bears were either really dumb, or half dead. They couldn't put a sentence together, Derek - the poor things.
I'd ask them what a desk was, and every... single... time..., they would stir from lying down still, slowly look at me with those massive big eyes.., point at me, and say 'Awwwwww'.
They couldn't say anything except 'Awwww, Awwwww', and point at me!
Half dead or mentality very slow, I'm not sure which, but I'm going for the living dead....
Some of the skin from these bears was already starting to fall off...

...But then it got much worse Derek! Much, much worse!"

"Go on..." Drek said. He was thinking Reg might be right about all this, and that yummy bear spit may have been laced with drugs...

"Well, all of a sudden, this bear comes and launches itself straight at me - I thought I was zombie food, Derek.!
But no, it said...

'I'll take that off you, Reg, thank you very much'.

IT KNEW MY NAME DEREK !!!.... IT... KNEW... MY... NAME..."

Reg was shaking as he relived the account....
"And then she took the floppy ice off me, walked over to a piece of wood, and sat down, and then started tearing it to shreds, in wafer thin pieces.
It was spooky, my friend. Nothing natural can split ice that thin..."

"WOW", Said Derek. This was getting weird.

How would a zombie, on beach many light and dark's from where they had come from, know Reg's name?

And they came to this beach, all because He'd heard 'clickety click' voices telling him to, and echo's of 'oh bollox...'

After a while Derek said to Reg that he was returning to the beach....
"I'm scared Derek," Said Reg

"Don't worry little fella, I'll protect ya." Derek said warmly "Jump in my mouth, and we'll head on back.."

"Just don't pretend we're going back there , just to eat me. That would really piss me off.."
And off they went, with Reg laid in Derek's mouth, and Derek thinking of eating Reg zombies...

"Would you know that zombie, the one that talked to you, if you saw it again, Reg?" Asked Derek

"I dunno...." said Reg...."Derek?" Asked Reg

"What Reg?"

"Have you anymore of that bear spit? Are you hiding some?"

"Hiding it?Where the hell am I going to hide it? I'm a whale. I don't carry containers around with me. Stupid penguin."

"No need to shout at me! ", said Reg, offended, picking some squid out of Derek's Teeth, and eating his dinner..

The beach came slowly into sight....

"Derek?"
"What now, Reg?"

"Do you think zombies take drugs?" Asked Reg , " I think they must do , listening to them sing..."