Korrasami 88: Seriously, do you pay attention? They were introduced in chapter 39.

NexusOscura: I truly don't know why Jill was called 'Grandma' in the film. And things actually haven't quite 'calmed down' for the first group, either.

Al Drin Hoshizora: *sigh* They are the prisoner zombies.

Antha1: Well, for one thing, Jill isn't there, so she can't recognize Margaret if she hasn't even seen her. And two, it's been quite some time since the last time he saw her (I don't think I'm giving away a spoiler by revealing Margaret's identity), and with all that's happened, I don't think Meg's appearance is Bill's main priority at this point.

Burglar: Uh-huh.

RileyA: Oh, good to know.

MrScourch: Well, Margaret wasn't given the name by a zombie, so that may be a factor (Yellowjacket, Sawbones, etc. got the names from other, well, Others). And the four zombies may technically hunt Freaks still, but they do still have a conscience. Besides, they know YJ will be pretty mad if she finds out they just let Jill go off on her own.

The Batista: To find YJ and Bill.


The Freak and the five Others behind her had been walking through the forest for several minutes. Since Bill and Yellowjacket had taken the car, they had to walk the whole way to the city.

"George, this is getting really freaky," Mary whined to her twin brother. "Do you even know the directions to the city?"

"Of course I do," George reassured his sister, waving her off. "Though we'd probably get there faster if she wasn't slowing us down."

"I am not slowing you down," Jill snapped at the Others, even though she knew it was true. The Others had been dashing through the forest nimbly, while Jill had been struggling to keep up with them. She found it somewhat odd that she, a human, was having trouble keeping up with zombies.

"Do you think there are more Others out there?" Blackjacket whispered to Jill. As Jill had been having trouble keeping up with the Others, Blackjacket had been having difficulty keeping up with her, so she had to slow down and walk next to him, increasing the distance between them and the four Others.

Despite the distance, Shelley heard him.

"Oh come one, we haven't seen any Others in hours," She told him. "Kind of weird, actually. Wonder where they all went."

The group paused. In their silence, they couldn't shake the feeling they were being followed.

"I think this walk may be turning dangerous," Rob pointed out. "There are probably Freaks out there, and there's a lot of ground to cover before we get to the city."

The group turned to face him, a little tense.

"So, with that in mind, we should probably. . ." Rob said. ". . . Stick together for safety."

The group's eyes all widened at what he'd said. "Oh, really?" Mary asked, a little elated. "Wow, that's great-"

"Oh, and Mary should probably scout the area around us a bit," George added, stifling a smirk.

"You shut your mouth!" Mary suddenly shouted at him, pointing a clawed finger in her brother's direction.

"So, who wants Mary to scout?" Blackjacket innocently asked. Instantly, all the adults put up their hands. Mary's jaw dropped.

". . . F-F-Fine!" She shouted at them, wandering a distance away from the group. "I'll have you know I'm a lot stronger than you thin-" She was cut off when she tripped on a log blocking her path, sending her tumbling into a mud puddle.

"Oh, look," George said sarcastically. "The strong girl just landed flat on her flat fanny."

Mary sat up, her lip quivering in anger. "It's not fla. . . shut up!"

"Oh no, Mary's throwing a tantrum," Shelley teased. "Do you need a shoulder to cry on, little baby?"

"More like a face to punch in!" Mary retorted. "Probably would be an improvement!"

"Hey, don't call me ugly!" Shelley shouted, offended.

"Oh, then how about floozy?!"

"Bimhoe!"

"Hussy!"

"Hey, knock it off!" Jill intervened, causing all eyes to turn to her. "For goodness sake, is this how zombies act when they don't have a Freak around to munch on?!"

"More like how teenage girls act," Rob whispered.

"I'm not a teenager," Shelley snapped, folding her arms and holding her chin high. "I'm a grown woman."

"Then act like one!" Jill shouted at them.

The group was distracted from their arguing when they heard the sound of something, or someone, dropping onto the ground. From the sound, a creature had dropped from the trees and landed on the ground.

". . . Did you hear that?" Jill asked, and instinctively reached for her gun. The Others looked around, claws extended.

Shelley caught sight of a bony-looking creature, obscured in darkness, moving through the trees and branches and encircling the group. She hissed in it's direction.

Suddenly, another creature dropped from the trees and onto the marshy group, even closer to the ground. It lumbered out of the darkness, revealing a scarred, wiry man.

George squinted into the man's eyes. These weren't the eyes of a normal Freak; normal Freaks had dead, lifeless eyes.

This one's eyes were still dead, but there was almost animalistic, primal nature in it. He noticed that there were several scars in the man's cranial bones, particularly near the brain.

A third, equally scarred pale man appeared from the shadows. He was grunting aggressively, like a pig almost. His back was arched as he approached.

The three Others surrounded the large group. The group was trapped; even though they had the trio of Others outnumbered, they still didn't know how to deal with the situation.

Eventually, George tied to mimic the Other's movements. He started growling, "Freak, there!" Pointing off into the distance.

Suddenly, one of the Other swiped at George's hand, causing him to recoil. The pale man growled at him, his fangs out. It then occurred to George that they'd seen Jill, and recognized that she was a Freak.

"Okay then, looks like this isn't going to work," He whispered to himself. He didn't have time to think of much options.

George spun around to the group, which was huddled close to each other.

"Run."

That was all he said. And they didn't need to be told twice.


Yellowjacket and Margaret walked side by side, their arms slung over each other's shoulders as they balanced each other. Yellowjacket felt that she recognized this, somehow.

"When did you come here?" Yellowjacket asked Margaret as they passed by men with weapons. They avoided them.

"A year ago," Margaret explained. "My mom took me here after the-" She waved her free arm in the air spastically. "-Happened. They say I'm a freak, by zombie standards. Don't know what that means?"

Yellowjacket squinted her eye. Suddenly, they were the Freaks?

"How did you get smart?" Yellowjacket asked interrogatively. She wanted information from the Other that almost matched her in intelligence, and how she'd achieved it.

Margaret shrugged her free arm. "All I know is that I passed out," She recalled, shifting her eyes as she tried to remember. "When I woke up, my mommy was there. I remembered her from the moment I awoke."

Yellowjacket narrowed her eyes a bit at that, but said nothing.

"I remembered her, and she said my name was 'Margaret'," The girl continued. "She said I had a nickname, and a friend, but I didn't remember those. I don't remember where I'm from, either."

Yellowjacket used her own free arm to gesture, to make her continue.

"My mommy brought me here," Margaret explained. "The Boss moved the "normal" people here. Sometimes, another "freaky" person comes here. They've been growing quite a bit, I think."

Yellowjacket paused. Mary had told her that she was smarter because she remembered things. Now Margaret had told her the same thing. And she remembered Bill and Jill, just not quite what role they played in her past.

Her thoughts were silenced when the two heard a deafening screech coming from in the upper section of the building. An agonizing screech that resonated through the building. Everyone spun around at the screech, and some tried to cover their ears to drown out the noise.

"What is that?" Yellowjacket asked Margaret.

Margaret had her hands over her ears. "I don't know," She said, her voice bordering on panicking. "You think that's Patient Zero, or whatever the Boss calls her."

It definitely sounded like her, Yellowjacket noted.

After they'd brought Pale Girl back in, Yellowjacket had hoped to keep her distance from the lethal zombie as much as possible.

Yet, that screaming. . . that didn't sound like that the scream of a murderous killer.

It sounded like the scream of genuine terror.


Upstairs, Pale Girl was tied down on the table. The Boss and two other men stood over her, trying to cover their own ears to avoid their eardrums getting blasted by her screaming.

"Shush," The Boss whispered to Pale Girl. He was currently holding a syringe and a knife. The other two men were holding scissors and some other blades. The Pale Girl saw the devices in their hands, and started screaming even louder.

"Shut up," The Boss said, with a little more force. Eventually, he clasped a gloved hand over the Pale Girl's mouth to silence her.

"Boss, what are we doing?" One man asked.

"This will only take a moment," The Boss reassured them, and aimed the syringe at the girl's neck. The Pale Girl's head shook in the man's grasp.

"I need to get a sample of the virus if we're to make a cure," The Boss explained to the men. "Hopefully, this works."

The men had been so distracted by the Pale Girl that they hadn't noticed small footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sound of the door creaking open. The Pale Girl did, however, and quieted down.

"If it doesn't work?" The other man asked.

The Boss sighed. ". . . We might have to dissect her," He said. The Pale Girl's lifeless eyes now went wide, and she continued to scream and thrash against her binds.

"What?!"

Pale Girl stopped screaming, and her head turned. The three men spun around to the source of the sound.

It was Yellowjacket. She was standing at the door, and had heard everything. She saw the knives and syringes, and the Pale Girl strapped to the table.

Yellowjacket's jaw hung open in shock. Then, her eyes narrowed, and she gritted her teeth.

"Unhand her," She demanded. "Now."


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