Al Drin Hoshizora: I want you to talk about the actual story. Like Antha1.
I am a burglar: Moving on.
Antha1: And I'll keep ruining everything you know about them *evil laugh*.
Korrasami 88: But she just got here.
MrScourch: Well, it's inevitable that they'll reunite, but the circumstances may not be the best.
Anonymous Guy: We'll find out the answers to these questions later.
Gloyd Orangeboar: Because she's a part of the team.
Yellowjacket lay asleep on the bed. Her attempts to unlock her past had taken their toll on her mental stability, and she was now putting her mind at ease by resting.
Now asleep, she let her mind drift.
"We have to get out of here!" Bill said as he carried an injured Riley in his arms. Jill was fighting off the wild-looking man, its mouth smeared with blood, as it swiped at her. Jill had a large knife in her hand, and she swung it at the feral to keep him from further attacking Riley.
Bill looked to the window, and saw more ferals crawling through the window. Using one arm, he shot at them, and they fell backwards to avoid the bullets. One man lunged at him, and Bill struck him in the jaw with his gun. The feral crashed to the ground, injured.
Bill set Riley onto the ground, hoping she could still walk. Riley clutched her bleeding shoulder, and limped as Bill held her hand and led her through the house towards an exit. Jill, meanwhile, shoved the wild man back, and he crashed into a table. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Jill ran to rejoin Bill and Riley as they each climbed through the window and out of the house. Once they were outside, they saw the men, dressed in black, gunning down the feral people on the streets. Dozens of bodies crashed to the ground.
"We have to go!" Bill said, and he turned to his car. However, one feral crawled onto the car, and growled at him. The feral leaped into the air at him, but Bill aimed and shot the feral in midair. The feral crashed onto the ground right in front of Riley, who screamed in horror.
As bullets rang through the air, Bill led Jill and Riley onto the streets and away from the neighborhood as the fighting continued. They wanted to get as far away from the violence as possible.
So they ran into the woods. But they could hear the growling of the feral people as they followed them into the dark forest. The three could see dark figures, scampering through the trees.
"Where do we go?" Jill asked, looking through the forest.
"I don't know," Bill admitted. As he did, he heard Riley wheezing softly. Blood dripped from her shoulder.
"Mom. . ." She groaned out in pain. "Dad. . ."
"We have to get her to a hospital," Bill said, feeling her hands. They were turning cold.
Suddenly, the three heard a loud screech, followed by a dark figure springing out of the woods at them. The three saw the feral man's pale face and fanged teeth as he lunged at them. The three dodged out of the way, but fell down a steep hill.
For some time, the three tumbled down the hill, until they finally came to a stop on the wet, grassy floors. Riley rolled a distance away from Bill and Jill. She got up, and started crawling away from her parents. She started coughing and gagging violently, her nails digging into the muddy ground.
"Riley?" Jill asked as she got to her knees. Bill got up, and looked up the hill. The ferals hadn't noticed them, and were moving on.
His attention was diverted to his daughter when he noticed her groaning. Her voice was starting to sound raspy, and her head was lowered so they couldn't see her face.
As they stared on, they noticed Riley's veins turn blue, and her skin pale.
". . . Riley?" Jill asked, worried.
Yellowjacket awoke with a start. She was breathing heavily, and looked around the room. She noticed that Blackjacket was snuggled in the bed next to her.
Getting out of the bed, Yellowjacket left the room and walked through the basement. She noticed that it was now morning. None of the Others were in the basement, but she could see that the two video-game remotes were on the couch.
Yellowjacket walked up the stairs and into the living room. Bill and Jill were lying on the couch, asleep. Yellowjacket stared down at them, and then looked out at the window. She sighed with relief when she saw that there were no Others nearby.
She walked up the stairs to George and Mary's group. She slowly opened the door, and saw Mary lying on the bed, reading a Warm Bodies bodies. Yellowjacket covered her mouth when she saw that Mary wasn't wearing a shirt, and had only a black bra and black pants on.
Mary noticed Yellowjacket at the door, and said, "What are you doing here?" She set the book down and sat up.
Yellowjacket paused. She was trying not to stare, and slowly, she entered the room. As she looked at Mary, she remembered something that she'd been wishing to ask about the four strange people.
"Um, Mary?" Yellowjacket asked as she sat down on the bed.
"Yes, Riley?" Mary asked, setting herself up. Yellowjacket noticed that Mary's shirt was sprawled on the ground, and she looked at Mary, but not at her face. This didn't go unnoticed by Mary.
"Eyes up here, kid," Mary snapped.
"Um, I've been meaning to ask," Yellowjacket fumbled with her words. "You and the other three. . . Where are they?"
"They're always going off to hunt Freaks in the morning," Mary explained. "It's like breakfast for them. They can't start the day without doing it."
"Well, that's not what I meant to ask," Yellowjacket said. "You see, you four aren't like most of the Others. You talk a lot, even to the Freaks, you play. . . games, you read books. Why are you so different?"
Mary stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Looking back to Riley, she said, "I'm not sure how it started. We don't remember or past. I don't think any of the Others do."
"Yes?" Yellowjacket asked.
"But, when we first woke up, we were in this form," Mary explained, trying to recall the exact details. "For the first few days, the four of us were like the others. We didn't think much of anything other than catching Freaks."
"What happened?" Yellowjacket asked, intrigued. She wondered if what they had gone through was similar to what she'd gone through to induce the change in her.
"Well, I recognized my brother, George," My pointed out. "I knew he was from my past. Rob and Shelley were from our pasts, too. We don't know what role they played in it, but we knew that they were in our past. We found our names in the house, too." She picked up the novel and opened it, showing her name written in it. "Like this."
Yellowjacket shifted her eyes at that. She wondered if her name had ever been somewhere in her house, and she just hadn't looked hard enough.
"We remembered. . . parts," Mary said. "I don't know what our past was like. But I knew my brother, and the other two were in that past. That's what made us. . . smarter. We knew we read these books, and played those video-games. Those were from our past, and we remembered them. That is why we became. . . well, smarter."
Yellowjacket blinked at Mary.
"Did something like that happen to you?" Mary asked. "Did you find something from your past? Is that why you're smarter as well?"
". . . Yeah," Yellowjacket said, and she got off the bed. She wandered towards the door, and took one last look at Mary before closing it. She lay on the door, thinking to herself.
The reason the four were smart was because they recalled elements of her past. So, if she could recall elements of her own past, then maybe she could unlock her past for certain, and she'd know who she used to be.
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