Danny and Jazz walked in the front door and dropped their bags. While Jazz went to the kitchen to check on her Dad to see his progress on his new 'invention,' Danny went to his room the change out of his shirt that was soiled due to Dash's new 'creative' way on bullying him; throwing him into the trash can full of yesterday's lunch. On his way to his room, he heard crying coming from his parents' room. He stopped and listened for a while. He knew his mother was sick. But being depressed on top of it all? He shook his head and went back downstairs. "Hey, Dad? Mom's crying, you might, uh… check on her?" he pointed his thumb to the stairs.

Jack looked up at his son, "Maddie's crying?" he dropped what he was doing and started for the stairs. Danny followed close behind to make sure she was okay, and maybe hear why his Mom was so upset. Jack opened the door to his bedroom gently and quietly, "Maddie? Sweetie? What's wrong?" he asked.

Danny leaned over and stood on his toes to see past Jack. All he could make of his mother was her hunched form sitting over on her bed, her skin pale with the recent 'Green Flu' outbreak. But it was her hands that caught his attention. Extended from each finger, was a claw about six inches long each. Before he could figure anything else, his father was in his line of sight again, "Wait here, I'll talk to her." He hushed and quietly closed the door behind him. "Maddie, honey?" Danny heard again. He had a gut feeling things were going to go downhill and fast. There was a moment of silence. He assumed that Jack had given her a hug and calmed her down, like he would do for Sam if she were upset.

However, he was wrong. Dead wrong. Before he and Jazz knew it, a shrill shriek cut the silence like a knife through hot butter and Jack yelled in terror. There was a loud thud that hit the door as pained cries of agony rattled the house. Danny tried opening the door, but had no such luck. "Dad?" he called fearfully.

There was silence. Danny's stomach twisted in suspense, not knowing what had happened in there, and not knowing if either of them were okay. Behind him, he heard hesitant footsteps making their way up to meet with him, "Danny, what happened?" Jazz's voice asked, "Is Dad o-" she paused and screamed in horror.

Danny whipped around to make sure his sister was alright, but she looked as though she'd seen a ghost, other than him, that is. She stared wide-eyed at the ground by his feet and covered her mouth, eyes widened and watered from fear. He turned around and looked at the ground, finding that he'd been standing in a puddle of fresh blood that started from his parents' room. He stood in a stunned silence. Mixed emotions rose up from his stomach and made him want to throw up. He stepped away and stared at the door.

"Danny…" Jazz whimpered, "What happened in there?" she asked, barely staying above a whisper.

Danny looked at her in fear and looked back at the door. "I don't think I want to know…" he said.

"Well…" she swallowed hard, "Whose blood is that?"

"I don't want to know." He said, although, he was sure it was his Dad's. He was the one in pain.

"Well, you're the ghost-kid. Check." She said.

"You're the more mature one." He snapped back at her.

She took a deep, shaking breath and took hold of the doorknob. She gave Danny one nervous look before turning the knob and giving the door a push. However, the door didn't budge. "Something's on the other side." She said.

Danny rolled his eyes. He gave her a look and went intangible. He stuck his head through the door for a second before stepping back out and losing his lunch. He coughed and vomited again.

Jazz almost didn't want to ask, but she made him go in, it may as well not be for nothing. "What is it?"

"It was Dad." He said shakily, "He's… he's dead…" he threw up again.

Keeping her distance, Jazz stood and watched him. She was at a loss for words.

"And Mom…" he breathed, "She's… gone." He coughed, "That's not Mom anymore…"

"Wait, what do you mean, it's not Mom?" Jazz asked.

"You remember… seeing those news reports where if the Green Flu gets bad enough, they turn into… I guess a zombie?" he looked at her with distant blue eyes.

She nodded hesitantly. "Mom's…"

"Mom's a zombie…" he said.

"We- we have to get out of here!" she exclaimed, "We have to evacuate." She started running downstairs.

"Jazz!" Danny jumped off the second floor and landed in front of her on the bottom step, "We have to stay calm." He grabbed her shoulders. "Let's get to the van, we'll figure things out from there. If Mom ends up getting out of that room, she won't be able to get into the van, so we'd be safe." He said.

Jazz, for a split second, was proud that her little brother was keeping his head better than she was. But in fighting ghosts and most of them either bigger or faster than him, he had to keep from panicking. If anything, he would be the one to lead her for once. She swallowed and nodded, "Okay."

The opened the front door and saw people running down the streets for their lives with rabid people hot on their heels. Danny took a deep breath and kept his sister on his side where he could protect her when he made the ten-foot trek to his Dad's company van. He tried the doors and found them locked.

"Oh, no." Jazz whimpered, "And Dad had the keys." She said, seeing that Danny tried the locked doors.

"No problem." He went intangible and pulled her inside to safety. He sat her down in one of the back seats.

"So what's the plan?" she asked.

Danny shuffled through the van to find anything they could use as a weapon. He growled in frustration. "For one, you're going to stay in here."

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

"I'm gonna go find Sam and Tucker." He said. "You'll be safe in here. I'm going to go get them and bring them back here so they're safe."

Jazz looked at him for a while, watching how serious he was and seeing the fear hidden in his eyes. She nodded, "Okay."

"Don't open the door to anyone." He said, "I'll be back." His body was scanned by the two, telltale rings before he was changed to the Ghost Boy. His plasmatic green eyes glanced at her almost apologetically before he phased through the van and took off. He flew in the direction people were running from. It looked to him like a river of panic, streaming down several streets and finally pooling down at an apparent Evac Center. When he stopped and studied the site for a while, he considered the next part of the plan. He turned around and kept flying to the fast-food restaurant that he and his friends always went to. He thought seriously about this plan. "Get Sam and Tucker to the van, have Jazz drive us the evac site." He said to himself. Then he saw a wave of the rabid people running after everyone one else. He thought twice, "Or wait out the panic." He said, thinking about the safety of his friends and sister. He gasped when he saw what was left of Nasty Burger. He'd completely forgotten. He was supposed to meet Sam and Tucker for Sam's birthday, but didn't make it there because of what had happened at home. He knew for a fact that Sam was going to be mad at him. He hoped she'd understand… if he'd find her. The lot was abandoned. Walls were demolished, as though a wrecking ball had gone through it. Tables were flipped and chairs were thrown on the power lines. How they made it up there, he didn't want to know. Then he froze at the sight of a car stuck out of the roof of the restaurant. He landed by the front doors that seemed nonexistent now. "Sam?" he called. "Tucker!" he cupped his hands around his mouth and called, "Guys? Where are you?" he called. He stepped inside and began trembling at the sight of the remains of whatever massacre had gone on in there. He had a sinking feeling that his friends were among them. He hoped he was wrong. He wanted so badly to be wrong.

"Danny?" a terrified voice called from under several tables.

A wave of relief washed over him. He ran to the pile of tables that towered in the corner where Sam and Tucker huddled up. "Guys!" he breathed, "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you." He smiled.

Sam crawled out from under the table and slapped him as hard as she could, "You jerk! You were late!" she snapped, "Where were you? You promised you'd be here an hour ago.

He didn't realize it'd been that long since he'd gotten out of school. He gave her an apologetic look. "Look, Sam. I-" he started.

"Don't give me those ghost eyes, Danny. You knew very well that you were supposed to be here." She was on the verge of tears. "Where were you?" she repeated.

Danny looked down for a moment and thought about what had stalled him, almost making him throw up again. "I'll have Jazz explain…" he said lifelessly.

Sam's expression changed.

"Danny…" Tucker stepped forward, "What happened?"

Danny wrapped his arm around each of them and flew up, taking them back in the direction of his sister and his Dad's van. He phased through the van and set the two on the floor inside. He still didn't speak. Sam and Tucker were confused. Tucker turned and saw Jazz with her face buried in her hands. He knelt in front of her while Sam put her arm around Danny, "Jazz, what happened?" he asked sincerely.

"She was crying…" Jazz gasped, "And when Dad went to check on her, she attacked him. We didn't see anything; I was downstairs and Danny was outside the door. He was the one who saw the remains…" she cried softly.

"Wait," he took each side of her face and made her look up at him, "What?"

"My Mom's one of them, and my Dad's dead." She said flatly.

Tucker froze and heard Danny crying quietly behind him. Sam gently hushing him and trying to reassure him that things will be okay, he'd changed back to his human form at that point. He looked down, then back up at her tear-filled eyes. He pulled her in for a hug, "I'm so sorry…" he said. He didn't know what to tell the siblings. All he could do is keep Jazz close and try to comfort her from her recent losses. There was a few moments in the van where it was about Danny and Jazz. Not the panic outside. Not the wreckage of Nasty Burger. Not even Sam's birthday. Sam had even completely forgotten her birthday. When they'd finally recollected themselves, Danny wiped his eye, and Jazz sniffled, "So, Danny, what's the plan? When are we evacuating?" Jazz asked.

"Evacuating would be a bad idea. At least right now it is." He said.

"What? Why?" Jazz asked.

"Jazz, have you seen outside? The streets are packed with people and… whatever they are- zombies, for all we know. If we go to the evacuation site right now, then odds are, we'll get attacked." He said. "We'll wait here for things to die down a bit, then you'll drive us out of here." He said.

"That's it? That's your plan?" Tucker asked.

"Got a better one?" Danny asked, he obviously lacked patience.

Tucker thought for a moment and saw the hardened look in his eyes, "Fine. We'll wait." He sat down next to Jazz, "And what if things don't die down?" he asked.

Danny shrugged, "I don't know." He said. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Danny?" Sam called, about two hours later. "Danny, Danny, Danny! Wake up."

He jumped up and looked at her, "What's wrong?" Sam pushed her finger to her lips and pointed at the window, where one of the 'zombies' was walking by. They'd been staring out the window this whole time, but they hadn't seen a zombie like such before.

He stood as tall as the van and about as wide. His legs were the size of a regular human's, however, the arms were almost the thickness of garbage cans, and his chest and back bulged with mutated muscles. As he beat his fists into the ground, he roared and turned to the side, just enough to see his jawless face.

"Oh my god, it's Dash." Danny said.

"Danny!" Sam snapped and smacked his shoulder, thinking that Danny was just teasing.

"No, Sam, he's right." Tucker said, "That is Dash." He said, noticing the blonde hair and seeing the white sleeve cuffs around his bulging wrists from where the jacket had remained after he mutated.

Sam got a good look, "Oh, shit…" she swore under her breath.

"This is bad…" Jazz said.

"I don't want to mess with- is that Paulina?" Danny pointed at the once-popular girl from his school. He almost didn't recognize her because the lower half of her face was practically melted from the green, acidic ooze that spilled from her mouth.

"I wouldn't wanna mess with her either." Tucker said.

"Well…" Jazz started, "Things have died down." She said, "Should we try to get evacuated?"

"I don't wanna piss off Dash." Danny said.

"More so than he always is?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, for Pete's sake." Jazz jumped into the front seat and sank. "Um… Danny?"

"Yeah?" he leaned over to look at his sister.

She chuckled nervously, "Dad still has the keys…" she said.

He slapped his forehead.

"I got this." Tucker sat next to her and pulled down a panel under the dashboard and connected a few wires. Soon enough, the van roared to life, scaring Paulina and startling Dash. Both jumped and watched the van do a hurried u-turn and drive off. The two looked at each other before she hissed and walked away. Dash seemed to roll his eyes and trudged off.

In the van, Jazz cheered and hugged Tucker momentarily, "Thank god for dorks!" she whooped and drove off.

"Hey!" Tucker snapped.

"No, we're dorks." Danny admitted.

"I wasn't saying it as a bad thing. I'm labeled a dork too." Jazz said. She gasped and slammed on the brakes.

Tucker hit his head on the dashboard, Sam and Danny hit their heads on the backs of the front seats. "What was that about?" Sam groaned, holding her head.

"It's destroyed." Jazz whimpered.

"What?" Danny looked out the windshield. He sunk when he found that the evacuation center was not only destroyed, but infested. He sat back and stared at the scene.

"Anyone else got a new plan?" Tucker asked.

"We have to find another evacuation center." Jazz said, turning around and driving off. "So now what?"

"Stop at the police station." Tucker said, "They've gotta have a map in there somewhere with evac locations."

"Sounds good." Jazz said, making a right.

Danny sat in the back silently, eyes closed and arms crossed. He felt Sam put an arm over his shoulders, "So what if your plan fell through?" she asked just loud enough for only him to hear.

"I planned on getting us out of here." He said flatly. "I took us to a death trap."

"Well, we didn't go in, did we?"

"We were too late."

She sighed and watched the ground. "You tried." She looked back up at him. "At least keep that thought. You took initiative and came up with a plan." She said, "You didn't just sit there, you actually did something."

He looked up at her, "Thanks, Sam." He said.

She pat his back, "Anything for my best friend."

Danny managed a smile. "Sorry, for not saying this earlier…" he started, "But happy birthday."

She smiled at him and hugged him.

"And I promise, when we get out of here, I'll make it up to you about the whole Nasty Burger thing." He said, hugging her in return.