Russel

I couldn't take it anymore. The thought of her dead tore me up inside. She had been the only angel in my life to help me keep control of these demons inside me. I try to hide my feelings inside. Someone has to be responsible for the band, but I failed. Noodle was so young and innocent, but now she's gone. I remember the El Mañana freshly from just a few days ago.

The video was never supposed to happen that way. The island was not supposed to crash. I don't even know where the ships came from and yet I felt like I should have done something. My baby-girl, she's gone. Why did it have to be her. She never did anything to deserve dying such a death. She was happy on the island, but there seemed to be a hint of doubt. It was if she knew what was going to happen. Could Noodle have known her demise? No. Couldn't be. The island just dropped out of the sky and I remember watching fire engulf the windmill in minutes. Poor Noodle. No where to hide.

Her last thoughts must've been full of fear. Why couldn't I have done something? No one has been able to find her body yet. She. She's without any trace. I want to believe she's alive, but the island was bombed and everything. Who would commit such a murder to young Noodle.

The memories of us in 19/2000 and such were some of the best. She was so happy and I always wanted to be there for her. Her innocence was precious. These days the purity of the mind is a rare thing. It was all lost in that moment.

The face of sheer horror was revealed as she plummeted from the sky. Why? And those corporate bastards aired the video because they said it'd increase the ratings. Why? How could they?

I got up from my bed. It was 5pm, but time didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. I hadn't talked to anyone since the accident. I wish I could've saved her. She's dead.

2D

'Ay took da 'ole container of painkillers, but it couldn't kill the emotional pain. 'Ay jus' felt num. Poor Noodle. She was my friend, my best and closest friend. 'Ay can barely remember all da' detail right now, but probably cause of da' pills. No wait, ets coming back. She was on the flying island just enjoying herself making the video. It was supposed to be an calm upbeat song, but den dese planes and copters came by shooting at da' windmill. Noodle ran fo' comfort inside, but they continued attacking.

Dare were several cameras getting different angles. When 'ay dought tinks couldn't get any worse dey did. 'Ay saw her screaming as the windmill came crashing down. My heart broke at dat moment. The island hit da ground and den got bombed. Dare was no way she could 'ave survived. 'ow did dis happen?

Da pills don't 'elp and 'ay keep 'aving nightmares of da accident over and over. My sorrows 'ave worked passed the drugs. 'Ay wish 'ay could 'ave been in da mindmill wit 'er. At least den 'ay could 'ave stayed wit 'er. 'Ay don't want to be alive anymo'. Wot's da point now? She completed the band.

We played video games togeter. She was da only band member who dint pick on me and she made me feel like 'ay actually mattered. Everyone else used me because 'ay was famous or dey liked my voice. Dat dint matter to Noodle, but now she's gone. Dare's no one left to care.

Dare's no more pills. Otherwise 'ay would join her...

Murdoc

Honestly, I have no clue where Noodle is. She was helping me get rid of Jimmy. He was becoming a problem. I saw Noodle jump off the island just in time, but I don't know what happened. Wot if she didn't make it though? 'Ay still 'ave to go look fo' her. Part of me thinks she is alive, but another part of me doesn't quite know.

Noodle was so talented and if I lost her the band would be screwed. I mean she is the guitarist after all. Still I feel like maybe this plan was not thought through completely. Russel and 2D have no idea about wot I planned with the producers. I know Russel would 'ave my head if he found out and the dullard can't keep a bloody in the meantime I am not really sure where Noodle is or wot. Hopefully, shes okay. She's no dullard and can take care of herself. Right?...

Noodle

I have been wandering around the remains of the island for several days now. Why did no one come for me? Murdoc, you promised me you'd get me. I helped you get rid of Jimmy. Was he trying to get rid of me too? What if he was? I miss everyone. Will he tell them I'm gone? Will I see the band again?

I feel so weak. I haven't eaten in 2, 3? I don't know. Between the hunger and the bruises from my parachute almost failing until the last second costed me. I had floated to close the explosion as well. My eye hurts so much. Why did I agree to this stunt? Maybe it's because I was trying to be a closer friend to Murdoc. I saw the way he treated 2D. I didn't want to be treated like that, but still.

Gorillaz was my family. Murdoc was like my crazy, drunk uncle. Russel my big brother. And 2D my best friend and other crazy uncle. Why'd I give up being with my family. Did I really want to escape from the fame this badly? I can't help, but wander around the ruins of the island hoping they'd come and look for me.

Remembering the incident was crazy. I was terrified the whole time. I can't believe I even made it. I just did what Damon told me to do. Then I jumped out with the parachute. I pulled the cord, but it wasn't working. By a miracle it worked, but a wind blew my close to the island as the bomb came down. It shot a piece of burning debris at my eye. I remember screaming loudly, but there was no one to hear me.

2D and Russel used to kiss my scratches and injuries away, but no one was here to help me. No one to wipe away my tears. I'm alone now and I don't think they're coming. No one is coming. If they would have come it would have been by now. There is never going to be anyone to come. Why didn't they look for me? Was it because I wasn't good enough for the band?

I shouldn't even stay and wait. I don't need them. I'll find my own way. The whole band could just... just... I can't believe they didn't come. So this is what being forgotten feels like. I'm all alone. Left here to be forgotten and fade away like the memory of this island. I guess it's time for me to go now. Where I don't know, but there isn't any reason to come back. It's not like anyone cares. I don't even think I care where I go. I guess deep inside I care as little for myself as they did or do. I don't know anymore...