Well, this got an unusually low amount of reviews. I'm hoping this story isn't losing popularity already; we're starting to get to the good stuff.

Antha1:... Never use that title to describe Sawbone's gang. Ever.

Korrasami88: Watch out, Korra!

Al Drin Hoshizora: Yes, run from her. Run from that plot device!

UltraTech Cinder: You best do that.

I am a burglar: Can I just call you burglar from now on? Okay, okay? Great.


George and Shelley started a fire outside of the cabin, burning woods on the ground to create a makeshift campfire. Rob and Mary, still recovering from her bullet wound, huddled around the fire to keep warm.

"Well, this is an unexpected turn of events," Shelley said as she rubbed her hands over the fire. George was still glaring at the house, embittered that his twin sister had been wounded by the Freaks.

"Zuul," Rob whispered to him. He received a punch in the shoulder from George.

"Shut it, Rob!" He snapped, and continued sulking as he stared at the house. "What are we going to do now? They have our territory."

Shelley was tossing sticks into the fire to keep it burning. "We can easily break in," She pointed out as he held one long stick over the fire as it cracked and burned.

George shook his head in disapproval. "No, it's our house," He pointed out. "I want it in perfect condition. I don't want to ruin it because of some Freaks."

Mary, who had remained silent throughout all of this, suddenly spoke up. "I know a way in," She said. She got up and wandered towards the back of the house, followed by the other three.

When they reached the back of the cabin, Mary pointed to a wooden door that lead to the basement.

"Hey," George said, his eyes brightening up. "We haven't used this since we were. . . whatever we were."

Mary pulled the door open, and Shelley slunk into the basement. Rob stepped in next, but quickly became wedged inside the tiny door. Shelley started pulling on his arms while George and Mary pushed from behind him until he tumbled inside with a thud.


Blackjacket had been wandering through the cabin ever since Yellowjacket, Bill and Jill had fallen asleep upstairs. He was alerted to the sound of a thud coming from in the basement.

Against his better judgement, he wandered down the stairs towards the basement to investigate. He stopped at the door, and pressed his ear against it for any sounds coming from below.

Initially, he heard nothing.

"Hello?" He whispered, hoping for an answer.

"Knock, knock," A voice said from the other side of the door.

"Who's there?"

The door then swung open and a giant hand sprang from the darkness right at Blackjacket's face.

"ZUUL, MOTHER-SUCKER!"


Ever since the Andersen's had abandoned the group with the two zombie kids, the now smaller group was forced to collect any medical equipment to treat the man who had been shot by Yellowjacket.

"Came back with these anesthetics," One man said as he returned from the city. "Don't know what's it for, though."

"Damn that zombie," Sir said as he stared at the man's bullet wound in the stomach. They were currently trying to find a way to remove the bullet.

"I'll kill her when I find her," Bob vowed to Sir. "But, what do we do if we find Bill and his wife?"

"They're in cahoots with a zombie," One woman said. "They're probably infected as it is. They're as good as dead."

Bob nodded. Then, he pointed out, "What will happen if any other zombies come here?"

"Those two kids are the only ones who have, so far," Sir reassured him. "I doubt any other zombies will. Besides, there have been less zombies around here recently."

Bob shrugged in agreement, though deep down, he wondered why the zombies appeared to be leaving the area. Then again, it was probably a good thing that they did.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of a door being opened below. He figured it was another member of the group, either leaving or returning. Hadn't they already gotten what they were after, though?

Loading his gun, Bob exited the room and walked down the empty hallways. Twisting the doorknob, he opened the door and walked down the staircase, wondering what he would do if he came across a zombie in the lower sections of the building.

Zombies are stupid, He reassured himself, flashing a smile. If there is one in here, I can deal with it easily.

He heard the skittering of footsteps down below, and his confidence started to wear thin as he came nearer to the bottom of the apartment. It sounded as if there were more than one person down below.

Just as he was starting to consider heading back up and warning the group, a face suddenly appeared out of the shadows right before him. Bob shouted out in surprise and prepared to pull out his gun, but stopped when he recognized the man as one of the members of the group.

"Oh, it's you," He said, relieved. "You scared the crap out of me."

The man didn't respond. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were rolled back into his head.

"Dude, what's up?" Bob asked, starting to feel a prickly feeling in the back of his neck.

The man then slumped down onto the ground, and Bob saw a knife wound in his shoulder, and a fresh bite mark on his arm. It was then that Bob heard the sound of a zombie growling coming from the next flight of stairs below.

"Oh, crap," Bob said, and he spun around to run. Suddenly, a dark figure climbed up the railing and onto the staircase above Bob. He was met with a woman with pale skin and pitch black hair, giving her the appearance of a ghoul. Her mouth was dripping with blood.

Bob swore under his breath, and turned in the opposite direction, only to see a rather portly zombie dressed in a business suit. Between the two zombies, Bob took the safest option and took off past the businessman-looking zombie, shoving past him and making a break for it.

He was stopped at the stairs when a third zombie appeared out of the shadows. An old man with butcher knives in his hands, his eyes held an air of murderous intent. He flipped his knives in his hands as he approached Bob.

Bob turned around, and saw the two other zombies coming from behind him. Quickly, he pulled out his gun, fumbling with it as he struggled to aim and fire. Just as it pointed it at the female zombie, she patted it out of his hand easily. It clattered onto the ground below.

With his only weapon having been taken from him, Bob started swinging his arms at the three to keep them away from him. The knife-wielding zombie lunged at him, and grabbed his arm. The two grappled with each other, Bob trying to pry the knives from the older zombie's hands.

However, this distracted him from the other two zombies. The female zombie saw her chance, and quickly lunged at Bob.

Before he could stop her, she sank her teeth into his shoulder.


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