( Mabel Pines )
Mabel had checked the creature out. It didn't look much different from a big wolf. It's teeth looked longer than a normal wolf, but she wasn't sure, she had never really paid attention to dog's teeth before. At first she had expected it to be aggressive. From what she had seen it had been towards the zombies. And the one by the cabins...
'It was only aggressive to the zombies too.' She thought about what Dipper had said, 'Actually, it should have already found us.', 'In all logic, we should have returned to camp, and everyone should have been dead'
Dipper had said that he didn't know why the Tracker hadn' went to the camp yet. Maybe it wasn't aggressive like Dipper had thought. Only to Zombies. Maybe something was different with the animals that turned into what they called Tracker, Dipper would know. She didn't know how to ask Dipper. It wasn't like the time she had found a kitten and hid it under her bed. Dipper had helped her keep the secret then. But a Tracker?
'I just need to explain how useful he is.' Mabel thought, then tilted her head.
"You need a name." She stood next to the animal, noting how it's back came to her shoulder. While she wasn't very tall herself, this made him very big. A wolf that's back came to her shoulders, and whose head was the same height as her, was very big.
The canine whined, and tilted it's head. Maybe in question.
"I guess you want a name, huh?" Mabel amused herself in pretending the wolf understood her.
He wolfed softly.
"Fine," She humored himself. "How about Puppy?"
The wolf snorted, and sounded unpleased.
"How about... Harold?" Mabel asked.
He snorted again.
"Hey! Harold is a great name!" Mabel exclaimed, and the wolf snorted again in amusement.
"We'll think of something. For now, we'll call you Wolfy, until we find a good name for you." She sighed and looked back to the door leading back into the school. "Now? We gotta break you to the others."
…
Mabel had gathered the others in their sitting room, they were all sitting there, looking at her. Waiting for her to tell them what she had come there for. Though, she didn't know how to explain this. If she had of spoken to Paz... No, she would have flipped her cookies. Wendy might would have understood. Dipper? He would understood if he let her explain, but she wasn't sure he would have let her finish explaining. Wolfy could be useful.
'Just like Black Beauty, Dipper hadn't seen the value at first.' She thought to herself.
Mabel looked around the room, and at all the faces looking back at her. Wanting her to tell them what she had wanted to tell them. She wished she had taken the time to think up what she was going to say, rather than to run down and yell that she had big news. Because, now, they were curious why she wasn't talking, one of the things she loved.
"Mabel, what was so important?" Wendy asked, breaking the silence that had crept through the room.
"Did you throw up again, Mabel?" Pacifica was now at her side, hand on her forehead.
"No. I didn't. A tracker..." She started.
"Has the Tracker come back? It's a little late." Dipper said thoughtfully then tilted his head. "Is it near the school? It never comes near the school."
"Yes. It's here, but..." She started again.
"Here? Like, here, here?" Tambry looked around, making Mabel think Tambry had expected the creature to appear out of no where.
"Yeah, it's on the roof, and he is..." She started.
Dipper pulled his gun out of it's holster, and Soos, and Wendy followed suit as they made for the door. Mabel jumped up and stood in the doorway. One hand on each door jam blocking the way out of the room. Everyone just stared at her, and Pacifica tried to pull her away. Maybe her girlfriend thought that she had lost her mind. Maybe she had lost her mind.
"Wolfy isn't bad, he eats zombies! He didn't attack me. He even let me pet him." Mabel said loudly. "Just come see. I'll show you."
…
"Wolfy?" Mabel looked out at the empty roof. There was nothing. No sign that the giant canine had been there. Everyone was looking at her as if she had lost her mind. "I know what you guys are thinking. 'Ol Mabel flipped her biscuits.' But I'm telling you guys, Wolfy was up here."
"Mabel, I..." Dipper looked at her, hen sighed. "I'm not saying you didn't see what you said. But Mabes. There's nothing up here."
Pacifica moved to her side, placing on hand on Mabel's shoulder, and another on her forehead. Pacifica motioned for Tambry to join them. Once Tambry had made it to her, she used some thing from her bag and put it to her forehead, and pushed a button. The machine started beeping.
"Mabel, you're burning up." Tambry told her. "C'mon, lets get you to bed."
"Mabel, my Sweets. We're not saying you didn't see anything, but with your temperature being so high, you might have hallucinated. Which doesn't mean you lied. Come on, Tambry's right, you need to get to bed." Pacifica started leading her back to the door that lead back inside the school.
Wolfy felt so real... had she really imagined it? It was hard to believe, but she knew that it could happen. She remembered a time when they were little, and Dipper had gotten really sick, and had a fever. He thought he had seen a lot of things that wasn't real. So, she could have imagined the whole thing.
'It felt so real though.' She thought to herself as she was laid in bed. Given a couple pills that they told her would help lower her fever, given some water. As she laid there, she thought about it. It did seem rather crazy now that she thought about it. Giant zombie eating wolf. Ha.
( Dipper Pines )
Dipper wandered around the roof top garden, while most of the plants had been wrapped, and covered, it was still peaceful. He enjoyed Wendy and Pacifica being there, along with Soos and Tambry. Wendy's mother and father visited from time to time, another thing he was grateful for, it meant more of the delicious food she prepared. However, he had not know how much he had begun to enjoy the quiet there had been when it was only Mabel.
Now, he still loved Wendy, and her family, that wasn't a question. For the past two years there had been so much noise and chaos that he hadn't even noticed how much he enjoyed the solitude he and his sister had shared.
He made another round of the roof. Not finding anything unusual. Mabel seemed sure that she had seen a giant wolf on the roof of the school. Even now she still insists that she saw something. He sighed, as he walked to the edge, looking over at the street below. Dipper wanted to prove that Mabel thought something.
Dipper turned to leave when he heard something. Something so familiar, but something that had fallen into the past. A sound only they made. He turned and looked out towards where the noise was coming from. Nothing was in that direction, except abandoned cars, and trash being blown by the wind.
'Am I hearing things now?' He wondered to himself, as the sound was getting louder.
"Hey, Dip." Wendy called from the door.
"Shh," Dipper held a hand back, as the sound got closer.
A white van pulled around the corner, and stopped in front of the school. Wendy came to join him at the top of the school. After a few minutes the doors opened. A thin man in a tweed jacket got out of the divers seat, and round framed glasses. He looked around before looking back into the van. Another man got out of the passengers seat.
"What? That's not..." Dipper looked to Wendy, whose mouth was hanging open. She saw the same thing, she saw what he was seeing.
"Is that Mr. Pines?" Wendy whispered. "I thought that you said that you had to..."
"I did." Dipper continued to stare. He had killed his great uncle, after he had turned into a zombie. Yet, there he was.
"Are you sure this is the place, Ford?" The thin man from the drivers street asked.
"Yes, Fiddleford. This is where the anomaly deviated. I should have destroyed it when it showed signs of being defective." His Grunkle Stan said, but the skinny man called him Ford. What could that mean? "But I was in a hurry then."
"What exactly did you create them for?" The man called Fiddleford asked.
"To find a special type of people." Ford looked around, his eyes focusing on the firetruck, "Without them... Well, you saw the hybrids. Lets search for the defect. I suspect that there are not any people I'm looking for around here. This defect is probably why I was getting readings all over this area."
He and Wendy watched the men get back into the vehicle, and drive down the street the school was on, before turning a corner away from the school, and disappeared. Dipper continued to watch, as if the vehicle could come back at any moment. There was a way that the Grunkle Stan lookalike looked at the firetruck, and looked like he realized something. He had told the lanky man that he didn't think there were anyone he was looking for around this area, but was that because he knew they were up on the roof listening?
Also, Maybe Mabel wasn't seeing things. They even said that an anomaly became defective around here. If Dipper was right, it was a Tracker, that wasn't acting right. One befriending his sister, would fit that category.
"It's time to leave." He said standing up. "Mabel and I are well enough to travel. I don't know what's going on with that lookalike. But that's not Stan. I... I know it. I don't want to be around when, if, they get back.
"Alright." Wendy said, no arguments. No hesitation.
…
They packed everything they could, having to make tough choices on what to leave behind. The trucks, and the firetruck could only hold so much. He and Mabel had amassed so many things in their stay. The plants on the roof would have to stay. There wasn't anything to harvest from them anymore, and wouldn't be until spring. So, the garden wasn't something they would regret leaving behind. The weapons would come with them, they couldn't be left. Not only did they need them, they couldn't leave them for that Stan lookalike to get. Even though Dipper was sure that that man had more dangerous weapons.
The games and entertainment that they had managed to gather. Board games from their youth. Books that he and Mabel had enjoyed reading. Things that would take up precious room. Extra clothing would have to be left.
It was like the beginning all over again, grabbing everything they needed to go. How many times would they have to pick up and leave?
Before?
They had hope of some survival. Hope that turned out to be the Corduroys.
The camp.
Then the Trackers, and the talking zombies, came.
Now? They didn't even have that hope, if they wanted to keep those people live. They couldn't even go home, not if they wanted them to be safe. Where would they go now?
The only place that made sense.
The one place that they knew better than anywhere else.
"Got everything?" Wendy called from behind him, a pack slung over her shoulder.
"Yeah. I guess it's time to go back to Gravity Falls."