Yes, the RV is the same one from Roadside Attraction (aka the only episode of Gravity Falls I didn't like.) This chapter isn't going to be exactly a shocking zombie death (I'm saving those for later) but there will be a loss.

Please review and tell me what you think!


When the blinding sunlight was replaced with a freckle of bright stars in the black night, Mabel noticed everyone around her became a lot...weirder.

Firstly there was Thompson, rocking on the floor and hugging his knees. She didn't blame the poor guy, he did just watch his best friend's life get drained out of him.

Wendy was sprawled upon the table, kicked out of the driver's seat after the crew recalled her lack of driver's training. She was replaced with Soos, Dipper sitting shot-gun. Her stomach elevated upwards and downwards, breathing heavily as she squeezed her eyes shut like she was about to give birth. Mabel shook the thought out of her head, deciding she was being unfair. Wendy saved her life.

The teenagers took up the booth, leaving everyone else to sit on the wooden floor and feel their butts go numb as the RV rocked them back and forth.

But it was Toby that scared her the most. He laid on the floor, whispering phrases she couldn't decipher as he chewed his own arm.

"Are you okay, Tob?"

Toby hissed at her, saliva flying out of his mouth.

Mabel flinched. With Dipper busy pretending to be captain, and everyone else acting crazy, her only real company was-

A wet snout bumped into Mabel's bruised leg, oinking happily. Mabel smiled at him, bending on one knee to scratch his scruffy little head.

"You're so lucky, Waddles. You have no idea what's going on, what's at risk, and the chances we have at being eaten by zombies. You probably think this is a road trip, ya dumb-dumb." Though her comment was meant to be facetious, Mabel couldn't help but feel a stab of panic rise through her as she said those words.

While she appeared optimistic on the outside, she tortured herself with thoughts of their situation, the risks, the chances they had at being eaten by zombies. Mabel now wished more than ever that she was a pig.

Well, not entirely. Old Man McGucket kept offering that they devour Waddles while they still had the chance, and she feared his persuasion will have the team turn her pet into bacon.

"Note to self, avoid McGucket," Mabel whispered, adding it to her mental checklist under 'close the shades.'

While nobody had addressed it, they had seen numerous zombies since they started driving. They were always near the trees, taking the woods as their habitats. Dipper saw it as a good thing, thinking that maybe they'd feast on animals instead of humans. But the animals will die out eventually.

Then what?

Waddles flopped on his back, a silent demand for tummy tickles. Mabel obeyed, faking a smile. She had read on the internet that fake smiling could actually make you happy. It didn't work. Mabel laid down, wrapping her arms around her pig preparing for a nap when-

"STOP THE CAR!" Grenda screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. Soos came to a halt, the RV almost tipping over as a result, and all eyes turned to Grenda.

She pointed out the window, "IT'S THE NORTHWEST MYSTERY MANSION!" She announced. The group crowded around the window to see for themselves, and it was true. Behind a flock of pampered peacocks and a large wooden gate was the Northwest Mansion, which shone in the moonlight.

It was beautiful.

"So?" Tambry blew her bangs out of her face.

Grenda turned to her new audience, smiling ear-to-ear as she rubbed her hands together.

"Let's loot it."

Nate shoved everyone out of the way and smushed his face against the window in awe. "Yo, I always wanted to raid a mansion. Ever since I was born. My first words were 'I hate rich people.' This is such an amazing opportunity I might tear up..."

Dipper pumped a fist in the air, "YES! This is perfect. Rich people own tons of cool stuff, we can even kidnap a few butlers that haven't been bitten yet and have them do our bidding!"

While she was usually the eager one in the group, Mabel found herself hesitant of the idea. She knew zombies roamed in the woods, and the mansion was surrounded with trees. Zombies were definitely nearby, there wasn't a single doubt about that.

As if on cue, a loud groan rang from the depths of the forest, making Mabel's knees buckle. It sounded far away, but sounds traveled strangely in the forest so distances could be deceiving. She was surprised Dipper would let anyone out of the RV.

"It's risky," Wendy said, as if reading Mabel's thoughts, "but we need supplies if we want a slim chance of surviving."

Waddles pulled on Mabel's socks, begging her to give him more affection.

"In a sec," she promised her pet.

The excitement in the tiny stuffy car almost overran the smell of sweat and tears. "I'LL GO!" Grenda volunteered, "THERE MIGHT BE A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!"

Lee snickered, pushing Grenda aside, "That's cute. What are you, nine?"

"I'M TWELVE!" Grenda yelled as she crossed her arms.

"Whatever. The point is that if we want things done right, you have to rely on experienced looters. Me, Nate, and Wendy."

Nate nodded, walking beside his best friend, "We loot stuff all the time! This is pretty much our dream scenario...Y'know, without the zombies killing people and stuff."

But Grenda wouldn't back down, another trait Mabel oh-so admired about her. "I WANT TO COME!" Grenda demanded. She stomped up to Lee, giving him a glare that could boil eggs.

Mabel's shoulders slumped, her stomach falling to her knees. Normally, she would've volunteered herself without a moment of hesitation. But...getting up close to the torn flesh and mutilated bones of the walking undead surrounding her and making her feel so isolated and small...ugh, just thinking about it made her want to throw up.

She looked up and Grenda and felt a wave of envy and admiration wash over her. Grenda was incredibly brave. She was up close to the zombies as well, and after all that she still wanted to risk going out there. Meanwhile, Mabel just wanted to curl under the booth and cry.

Lee took a step back, and Mabel's self pitying thoughts melted into a laugh. Lee was scared of Grenda.

"Fine," Lee crossed his arms, "W-Whatever."

Grenda smirked, "Good. Now listen up! We're looking for suitcases to carry as much as we can, fresh towels, a first aid kit, some board games, food-"

"Food!" Soos empathized, pumping his fist in the air.

"SHUT UP," Grenda snapped, she got extremely grumpy when interrupted in her 'zone.' Soos winced "-and weapons."

"Weapons?" Nate asked, a smile creeping on his face.

"PREFERABLY GUNS TO SHOOT UP ZOMBIE HEADS!"

Nate laughed, "I think I'm starting to like this girl!"

Mabel's envy rained down on her again. Grenda was a born leader, how could she be so mature and organized during all this chaos?

"I can go too-" Wendy offered, though she didn't look very eager.

"No way. You just saved my sister and her friends, while also attempting to save Robbie. You deserve some rest," Dipper put a hand on her shoulder.

"Yo, if there's cell service in there, come back and tell me," Tambry requested, glaring with frustration at her phone.

"LET'S LOOT THE RICH PEOPLE!" Grenda cheered. The three ran out of the RV into the night. The gang watched through the windows as they tripped over some peacocks, climbed over the large gate and disappeared.

The RV had grown dark after Dipper proposed they'd turn off the lights to save power. Everyone's eyes had pretty much adjusted to the darkness, but Mabel's eyes only wanted light.

She slowly lowered herself onto the floor, hugging her knees as self pitying thoughts clouded her head. She felt like wimp, sitting on the floor as Lee, Nate, and Grenda looted the mansion. Waddles snuggled next to her, the only thing keeping her warm.

She felt a body stir next to her, scooting closer and closer towards her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Mabel smiled, snuggling closer to the figure, "Thanks, Dipper," she whispered.

"WHO'S DIPPER?" screamed Old Man McGucket's voice, directly into Mabel's ears. Mabel screamed, pushing the old man away and clawing her face as she sprinted into the bathroom.

At the back of the RV was a small bathroom, one that included no shower or bath. Just a toilet, sink, and a window.

Mabel heaved, grasping the sides of the sink so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Ew, ew ew ew!" She had just snuggled with Old Man McGucket. She shuddered, wishing there was a shower to wash off the areas he infected her body with.

"Grenda better bring a new change of clothes because I'm-" Mabel turned towards the window, expecting a see a beautiful view of the moon to lighten her mood. Instead, she saw the top half of Pacifica Northwest's body climbing though the window.

Mabel gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth. Pacifica froze, her eyes wide with horror as the two had an intense staring contest. A gentle breeze tossed Pacifica's extentions back and forth, causing her to shiver.

Mabel stammered, her mind juggling with what to say.

Pacifica however, did not have the same problem, "Whatever you do," she warned through her teeth, "Don't tell..."

"PACIFICA?!" Mabel yelled, if the dead weren't already awake, the volume of Mabel's voice would've done the trick.

Pacifica face palmed, using the hand to let go of the window. The blonde fell face flat onto the bathroom floor.

The entire group had already rushed in, Dipper and Wendy leading the way. The two had already assigned themselves as the 'unspoken leaders,' and while it annoyed Mabel to the extreme, for once she didn't have the energy to argue.

"Mabel, are you okay?" Wendy asked, her ax in her possession.

When a loud groan came from Pacifica's body, all eyes turned to the girl on the floor in awe. Dipper pushed past Wendy, glaring down at her, "How'd you even get in here?"

"This is what we get for parking near the rich parts of town," Soos whispered to him.

Pacifica sighed. While she looked distressed, Pacifica stood out from the crowd in the sense that she looked completely fine. No marks, no rips in her clothes. She hadn't even perspired. In fact, on her face was a full face of makeup that made her look like a model. She even had a lovely pink dress on to prove it.

"Woah, it's the rich girl," Toby said, breathing down Mabel's neck.

Wendy tightened the grip on her ax, stepping forth and glaring daggers, "What are you breaking in for? Are you trying to rob us?"

Pacifica laughed, "Oh please, me rob you? I could buy every single one of you, and this ugly RV with my pocket money!"

"Then what do you want?" Candy crossed her arms.

Pacifica sighed, shifting her position so she was sitting 'criss-cross-applesauce' on the tiled floor. "Well, my parents went out into town on our horse carriage to wave at all the poor people, but they didn't come back" Pacifica shuddered, her face growing pale, "Outside my window, I saw an entire herd of zombies in the forest and jumped to an inference on why my parents were gone so long. So, I planned to hide out in my mansion. But I just heard a few zombies breaking in, and in a state of panic I jumped out the window and escaped. I was planning on stealing this RV and leaving, but apparently it's not empty inside here." She nervously ran her fingers through her hair extensions.

Mabel winced, unsure of whether or not to tell Pacifica that the "zombies" breaking in were Grenda, Lee, and Nate robbing her. Still, she was stunned. Pacifica was the mean rich girl that made you feel bad about yourself. She never thought she'd ever see her so vulnerable. In fact, Mabel might've enjoyed it, if it weren't for the zombie part of course.

They all stared at her, half with sympathy, the other half with skepticism.

"So, are you going to throw her out or what?" McGucket asked.

"You can't kick me out!" Pacifica snapped, pointing at them accusingly, "It's dangerous out there. I'll be on the streets."

"I can't see anything, what's going on?" asked Thompson, standing on his tip toes from the back of the clump.

"Okay team, huddle up!" Dipper pushed the team backwards and formed a small circle like a sports team creating a plan. Well, attempted to. They couldn't fit in a big group circle with tiny closed in walls, leaving a few people to stand on the table.

"Let's ditch her," Thompson proposed, "I know it sounds terrible, but we have a very slim chance of survival. We can't have another person. There isn't actually a zombie breaking in, she can stay in her mansion."

Scoffing, Mabel glanced over at Dipper, and to her shock he looked like he was considering it.

Mabel shook her head, "Not now, but there's no saying that a zombie wouldn't find a way to her. She will be safer in the unicorn hideout, we all will. Zombie apocalypses should bring people together!"

"I'm all about saving people and junk," Wendy said in a way that let Mabel know there was going to be a 'but' in there somewhere, "But I just don't know how many more people we can fit in here. There's not enough room, and more bodies means more people to feed, and it could be too much."

"Let's just tie her up and suck on her toes whenever we're bored to pass the time," Toby proposed, standing atop the table.

"Can we get rid of Toby instead?" Mabel asked, "Trade in Pacifica for Toby."

Dipper looked to be considering it, "Not a bad idea, Mabes. How 'bout we take pity on her, and then see how things go."

The group agreed, and dispersed.

Dipper walked back into the bathroom, Mabel at his heels. He extended his hand, offering Pacifica to take it. She hesitated at first, making Mabel roll her eyes at her shallowness. However, it seemed Pacifica had coaxed herself mentally and finally accepted, pulling herself up.

"Of course you can stay," Dipper put his hands on her shoulders, "We would never leave anyone-"

Shutting him up, Pacifica pulled him into an embrace, "Thank you so much!"

"We're going to the Enchanted Forest to steal the unicorns' homes against their wills and then killing them in a merciless death before eating them," Mabel giggled, "It's nothing, really. That'll keep us safe."

"Then, we'll need a way to contact Stan," Dipper added.

"And Ford," Mabel brought up, realizing that he was nowhere to be seen.

"Last I saw, Ford was in the bunker during breakfast this morning working on some stuff," Dipper bowed his head down, "I haven't seen him since, but I'm confident he's safe in there. It WAS created to hide from the apocalypse. Hopefully we'll be safe too so eventually we can meet up."

Mabel put a hand on his shoulder, "Ford will be fine, so will Stan. And so will we. I promise," Mabel gave him a warm smile.

A loud knocking noise came from somewhere outside the RV, Grenda's voice shouting "LET US IN!"

Soos ran to the door, opening it, only to get trambled by Grenda, Lee, and Nate holding rhinestone suitcases.

"We got the goods!" Nate yelled as the group crowded around them. Mabel bounced with excitement, she felt like she was on a gameshow and the hosts were unboxing her prize.

"Looting that mansion was so much fun. We almost took everything, but then we were like 'nah bro, just the important stuff.'" Lee explained.

"Wait, what?" Pacifica's jaw dropped.

Grenda waved at her like nothing was the matter, "OH HEY PACIFICA, WE JUST ROBBED YOU!"

Mabel looked over at Pacifica, she could see the steam coming out of her ears.

"We spray painted 'THE NORTHWESTS SUCK!' on the side of your mansion," Lee bragged, fist pumping Nate. Each of them carried two bulging suitcases ready to explode at any given point.

"WE'RE GOING FOR A SECOND ROUND IF THAT'S OKAY WITH YOU GUYS!" Grenda smiled.

Grenda opened up the first suitcase, revealing a series of blankets and pillows. The group cheered. Finally, something that could give them comfort in the night. Each blanket was so puffy one could get lost in it.

Underneath the blankets and pillows were coats.
"I know its summer but, you never know."

Lee opened his suitcase, pulling out trail mix, large loaves of bread, bottled waters, chips, snack bars, cut up vegetables, fruit, and string cheese.

"This'll tide us over," he grinned.

Mabel smiled with relief, FOOOOD!

Waddles, going through a maze of people's legs, finally found Mabel's and leaned against them. Mabel giggled, pulling a loaf of bread out of the suitcase and bent down to feed it to him. But just when the bread was about to reach his mouth-

"What are you doing?" Nate asked. Mabel looked up, realizing that all the excited chatter became silence, and all the eyes on the food turned to her.

Mabel's eyes darted around the room, a nervous smile growing on her face, "What?"

A wave of discomfort washed over Mabel as she noticed an abundance of angry eyes surrounding her when she did nothing wrong.

"Mabel, that's our food." Wendy said, her voice lacking patience.

Mabel didn't understand why everyone was so angry.

"Waddles hasn't eaten in a while, I was just-"

"Mabel, listen," Dipper stepped in, his hands on his hips, "I don't know if you understand how severe our situation is. This is an apocalypse, and we're trying to survive. We have an RV full of people that we're trying to keep alive, which is very difficult."

Mabel paused, not fully comprehending, "So..."

"So, we can't have a pig in here eating the food that could go to an actual human being! Our supplies is limited, so limited that if that pig takes a bite someone else starves," Wendy snapped.

"He could eat all the food while we're sleeping," Tambry brought up.

"He could poop on the ground, causing more problems," another voice offered.

Tears pooled in Mabel's eyes as she absorbed their words, "So what are you saying?"

"We're saying, you have to get rid of that pig!" Dipper shouted, snatching the bread Mabel was going to feed him away.

"Yeah! I'm not loosing food to a pig!" Pacifica snapped.

Mabel stood up, outraged, but at a loss of words. She scanned the room, all sets of eyes looking angry at her. Except...

"Soos?" Mabel looked at him hopefully, trusting he'll back her up.

Soos sighed, "Sorry Mabes, Waddles is cool but having an extra little dude to feed and clean up after puts everyone else at risk. Waddles and I are buds, but he gotta go."

"Especially with a new person on board," Lee said, gesturing to Pacifica. Mabel glared at the rich blonde, but deep down she knew it wasn't her fault.

"We don't have time to put up with your selfishness. It's either the pig, or us!" Thompson crossed his arms. While offended, Mabel was taken aback by the fact this was the first time she ever saw Thompson angry.

"We're sorry," Wendy sympathized, her impatient snapping disappearing.

Mabel glared at the red-head, tightening her fists as she tore through her mind for a good comeback. Her face grew so hot, Mabel was surprised the tears streaming down her face didn't evaporate and rain down on her.

Mabel fell onto her knees, bringing her hands to her face as she sobbed. Waddles was the only person left in the stupid RV that made her happy and now he was getting thrown out?

"Mabel, I didn't mean to snap at you," Dipper rushed up to his sister, bending next to her, "This is just a difficult situation. We can't feed everyone here, and Waddles-" he tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but Mabel swiped it away.

Mabel screamed, her voice breaking as she pounded the ground with her fists. She didn't care that she was being immature, she didn't care that she was making a scene. All she cared about was Waddles. She always imagined with optimism that her and Waddles would spend their lives together, they were SOULMATES.

Soulmates weren't supposed to be split apart.

"I can let him out, or you can," Dipper spoke, his voice filled with sympathy.

Mabel sniffled, raising her head to find that all eyes were still on her crying pathetic self. Mabel groaned, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

"I'll do it, I just want to be the last person he sees," Mabel decided. She scooped Waddles in her arms, hugging him tightly.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear. Whimpering, she pushed through the entire gang until she reached the very front of the RV.

There was the door.

Mabel yelped as Waddles licked her face.

No.

She wasn't ready for this, Waddles couldn't be outside.

But she also didn't want to be a burden to the group. She slowly opened the door, placing Waddles on the cool grass next to the dirt road. The moon illuminated the sky, placing a spotlight-like beam over the two.

Mabel pulled a carnation flower from her french-braided hair, the flower she picked when the zombies first started attacking, and placed it in Waddles' mouth. Waddles devoured it happily.

"Don't get eaten," Mabel pleaded, "I love you so much, you were the only thing keeping me going in this RV. I'll stay strong for you, if you'll stay strong for me!"

Waddles stared at her, tilting his head, ignorant of the situation and stakes. Oblivious to the fact Mabel was sending him to die.

Mabel walked outside, giving the pig one last hug before running back inside the vehicle. When she turned back, Waddles was already wandering around, exploring until he got lost. Mabel watched her pet as he chased peacocks and rolled on the grass. And after a few minutes of leisure, the pig waddled into a bush and disappeared from view.

He was gone.

As the group oohed and awwed over the bag of guns Grenda stole from Mr. Northwest's closet, Mabel curled up against the door, sniffling and whimpering as her brain played a montage of her beautiful, cuddly, pet pig.