The next weekend after the cheer championships, the wolves invited Addison and the rest of their friends to the den to hang out. They were all sitting around a campfire and even Bonzo was laughing and having fun, even if he kept a gentle hold of Bree's hand beside him to help keep himself calm.
"So we were all at track practice, you know, and Bonzo threw a discuss, and for some reason, Wyatt started running after it." Zed laughed.
"I don't know what happened, I saw it and my hunting instincts kicked in."
"Sounds more like your retriever instincts than wolf Fido." Eliza smirked, from her place beside him.
"Well, how would you know, you sure you don't want to join?"
"I don't need to wear a pink and green uniform and sweat to be successful. If you guys really want to spend your free time running around a giant circle and throwing things and jumping over other things, more power to you. Personally, I've kind of missed seeing Zed get pummeled since football ended, but I'm sure I'll still be entertained, or getting plenty of blackmail depending on what you guys actually look like out there."
"I totally agree track is a lot different than cheerleading, there isn't anything to really memorize, and there's no beat. I honestly sing in my head when I'm running just to keep myself on pace." Addison admitted.
"Oh yeah, I do that too Addison. Thankfully Coach Schwiesow is letting me be a jumper though, so I'm actually using my flier skills most of the time." Bree said.
"And you guys, how is practice without your powers working?" Addison asked.
"It's actually kind of fun, it gives me a real challenge at least, but it is also kind of weird how I just can't activate my powers to give myself a speed boost at the end, I'm sure by the first meet I'll be ready to dominate." Wyatt explained.
"Yeah, we are going to rock that first track meet, and show everyone what werewolves can do!" Wynter howled.
"So, since we've spent a few weeks learning all about Seabrook, is there anything you guys want to know about werewolves?" Willa asked.
Addison perked up and sat forward slightly in excitement from her place at Zed's side. "Actually yeah, I have so many questions. OK, my first question is about the Moonstone. And we know where zombies came from, an explosion at the powerplant, but where did werewolves come from?"
"Solid choice." Wynter nodded.
"Where did it come from?" Addison asked again.
"Oh, I've got this one," Wynter said. "It was a dark and stormy night…" Wynter quickly pulled everyone in with her exciting tale, the other wolves joining in occasionally.
"2000 years ago, a group of humans lived in this very forest, but they were different from the other tribes of humans that lived in this vast wilderness. Other people domesticated dogs, cats, cows, or horses, but they took a different path."
"They were known as the Wolf Tribe, for a very special reason. For most humans, a pack of wolves was their biggest competition when hunting for food, and their biggest danger, but for the Wolf tribe, it was different. They didn't just hunt the wolves, nor did they domesticate them to suit their needs. The humans of the wolf tribe lived in harmony with the pack of dire wolves who made the forest their home."
"What's a dire wolf?" Bree asked.
Willa explained "The dire wolves were the largest, strongest, and smartest wolves that ever lived, but most died out after the last Long Cold. They went extinct with the other great animals of the time, and were likely hunted down by humans to eliminate the threat they posed as they became smarter and settled the Americas."
Wynter took the story back. "But as I was saying, the Wolf Tribe didn't hunt the dire wolves down. They joined together. When a human reached ten years old, they had a special ceremony, called pawfast and were gifted a wolf pup. That pup would then become their brother or sister for life. Although the legend of how that started is a tale for another time."
"Anyway, the child would continue to grow up, and teach the pup everything they needed to know, while the wolf also taught the child. The bonds formed between wolf and human were so strong, the wolves could understand language as fluently as if they were humans themselves. And the humans could listen to the wolves as if they were speaking just by reading their body language, barks, and howls."
"The wolves and humans would do everything together, hunt, play, work, even sleep together at night. The wolves and humans trusted one another with their lives. And they were an unbeatable team, nothing could escape a byrrgris of humans and wolves working in sync, and neither humans or any other predators stood a chance at invading their territory."
"The wolves and humans of the Wolf Tribe lived in relative peace together for as long as they could remember, but on the night of a Full Moon Festival 1,000 years ago, a meteor shower also lit up the night sky, drawing everyone's attention and giving them even more reason to celebrate."
"But suddenly the night sky lit up as bright as day, a giant meteor shining with the light of a second moon crashed to the Earth right in the very center of their camp. Which was in the cave we now call Mothermouth. A massive explosion took place, scattering light and shards of rock everywhere. The explosion was so massive that all the humans were knocked unconscious until the next night."
"The following night, the humans started to wake up. As always each human's first thought was to check on their pawfast mate, but to their horror and grief, none of their wolf brethren woke up no matter what they did. Their bodies were all dead. The last of the dire wolves were now extinct forever."
"The humans all howled to the moon, singing their grief to the sky as they had the heart-wrenching task of burying their closest family members, but as they set to work, they slowly realized, that they were now different. They didn't need fire to see in the darkness, and their hearing and smell were much stronger. They also studied each other, noticing that their canine teeth and nails were sharper and longer, their eyes were glowing gold in the night, and every human now had a streak of white hair on their head."
"It took some time, but the humans realized they were now different, not just on the outside, but on the inside too, their natural instincts were stronger, they now had an innate sense of time and direction, and they even thought differently, they eventually realized that they had many of the instincts that their wolves had."
"Their old camp was destroyed when the mysterious stone crashed into their old cave, shards of purple stone were embedded all over the walls and floors, and everything they owned was smashed to pieces by the blast. So the tribe moved their home to a new cave, where our Den now stands."
"Things slowly got back to as normal as possible, although it took some time to work out new hunting techniques and adjust to their new abilities, they were stronger and faster than ever. The humans didn't need their old weapons when their claws and teeth would suffice. But when using their new powers they sometimes went out of control, attacking everything in sight, or chasing down any noise or smell. Their rampages could last over a day until they finally passed out from pure exhaustion."
"But after nearly a month passed, every member of the tribe started getting sick for no obvious reason. The healers tried everything they could but nothing could help the hacking coughs that everyone had."
"The leader, Fengo of course did everything he could to try to help his tribemates, even while he was still grieving the loss of Faolan his pawfast mate just like everyone else. The night before the full moon, almost a month after the fateful night, He had a dream."
Fengo was walking through the woods and found a clearing where the full moon shone in the sky up above. He glanced around in confusion as the mist swirled around him. Out of the fog walked a figure he had thought he would never see again.
"Faolan! It's you!" He ran forward and hugged the large, silver wolf that he knew even better than he knew himself. He cried tears of joy into the Faolan's fur when he felt Faolan nuzzling his muzzle through his own hair.
Then Faolan spoke to him, and this shocked Fengo into jumping back on his feet. They could both read each other's body language as clearly as if they were speaking, but for the first time ever, Faolan was speaking in words.
"Hello Fengo."
"Faolan, I've missed you so much! How are you here? I buried you! Am I dead too? Is this the Cave of Souls?"
"No, it is not, this is somewhere in between, you aren't dead. You still have a full life to live."
"But how can I live without you? How can any of us live without all of you?"
"You are still living, you have learned how to hunt again haven't you?"
"Yes, but we've all gotten terribly sick as well, has a plague come to wipe us out just like that evil stone came from the sky to destroy our other halves? And what about the bloodlust that everyone feels when they can't stop themselves on the hunt? Have we been cursed?"
"The stone was not evil, in fact, it gave you all new life, and we did not die."
"Of course you did, we buried all of you, I lifted your limp body myself. I buried you!" Fengo said with tears in his eyes.
"You buried my body." Faolan said calmly. "But my lochin is still living."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you feel it? You have my strength, my speed, my senses, my instincts. We are now one, and the whole is greater than the sum of our parts."
Fengo took a deep breath in to calm himself, he could feel the power coursing through his veins and he knew, his brother was telling the truth. "Yes, I can feel it, we all have. So what happened?"
"The stone that fell from the sky is no ordinary rock. It is special, it is sacred, and it is powerful. Its power is to create, not destroy. We wolves are not dead, and the humans are not doomed, we are something new. When the stone hit the earth and sent out its power, it separated our spirits and our bodies in cleave hwylln, and our spirits joined our pawfast mates, forever, closer than ever before."
"So you are saying, we aren't humans anymore?"
"No, you are werewolves, part man, part wolf, and greater than either could ever be alone."
"OK, if what you say is true though, how are we greater if we're all falling sick now?"
"There is one more thing you need. You must return to your old camp and take one of the shards that have broken off the original stone."
"Why?"
"The transformation relied on the power of the Moonstone to create something new, but from now on, every werewolf will need a piece of the Moonstone to keep its energy with them, and to tie the two spirits, wolf and human together. Or else, your powers will fail, and your bodies will die, and the wolf spirits that are living within you will be lost forever."
"So every single tribemate needs a piece of the Moonstone to live?"
"Yes. There will be hundreds of shards embedded in the walls of Mothermouth, gather them, and press them against the Moonstone so that they can be filled like a bucket of water. The small stones will be empty, they must be recharged. Then keep them close to you as much as possible. Only then will the tribe live."
"I understand Faolan, I will travel to Mothermouth tomorrow and do as you say. I've always trusted you with my life, and I trust you now. I love you, brother."
"I love you too, but remember." Faolan walked closer to Fengo once more and nuzzled his snout against his neck. "We are one."
"The dream faded around Fengo and when he woke up, it was sunrise. He quickly called a meeting with the rest of the tribe and explained his dream. No one had ever heard anything like it before, a few even thought he was crazy, but all of them were so sick and so desperate by this point that they were willing to try anything."
"So the entire tribe traveled back to their original cave for the first time since the night everything changed. They walked in and the large, white stone was standing in the center of the cave lit by a beam of sunlight shining in through the roof. They had brought enough tools with them that over the course of the day, they were able to dig and chisel out enough stone shards for every werewolf to have one."
"Fengo was the first to walk up to the stone in the center and pressed his shard against it. But nothing happened. So more people took turns but still nothing happened. By this point, the sun was going down and everyone was growing more and more exhausted from the sickness and the fact that they hadn't eaten since that morning."
"Fengo despaired to himself and tried to remember everything Faolan had told him in the dream, but he couldn't find the answer until night fell and everyone gradually fell asleep, not even bothered by the cold, hard, floor, they were so exhausted. Fengo stayed up though, until nearly midnight when the full moon up in the sky shone down a beam of moonlight through the hole in the roof, and when it touched the Moonstone, it came alive in the most beautifully vivid, violet color that Fengo had ever seen."
"He stepped forward, and suddenly he remembered Faolan's words, he had called the stone the Moonstone, it must be activated by moonlight. He cautiously stepped forward and pressed his shard against the stone, and this time, he could see a spark of energy jump from the Moonstone to his shard, and his shard glowed bright blue. Holding it in his hand, he could feel the energy coursing through his veins, he felt stronger, faster, better than he had since he had started getting sick, he could feel the power, but he also felt completely in control, not the wild rage he had felt on his first few hunts when he had tried to use his powers."
"He took a calming breath in as in his head, he could hear the music of Faolan's howl, now and forever a part of his soul. He howled to the moon. AWWWOO! Waking the rest of the tribe and catching their attention."
"Come now, we needed the moon for it to work! Come and be your true werewolf selves! Awwoooo!" He howled again.
"All the people slowly took turns placing their shards against the stone and every single one howled in delight as they felt the power flow through them. Everyone could feel the spirit inside them, and they were the happiest they had been since they thought they had lost everything."
Once everyone was healed. Fengo gave a speech to his people. "My friends, my family, my pack. We have been changed forever by the Moonstone, and though we miss our fallen family, we can all feel them within us. We are human no longer, we are werewolves! The night is our home. We own what we own. We own the night! I am no longer Fengo, nor am I Faolan, I am something new. I am not just your leader. I am now Worriz! I am the Alpha! And you are all my pack. I promise to protect you with my life. We will all do whatever it takes to survive, we're in this pack for life! Awooo!"
"So that's how werewolves were created and how we found the Moonstone." Wynter finished her tale.
"So the shards became your necklaces?" Addison asked, lightly touching hers.
"Yeah, originally everyone just kept them in their pocket, but they got lost too easily so it became tradition to make the shard into a necklace to keep it safe and secure at all times." Willa explained.
"So how often do you need to recharge the necklaces?" Eliza asked.
Wyatt answered, "It was always tradition to recharge them on the night of the full moon, but obviously they can last a hundred years as we were forced to find out."
"So do you all have a wolf spirit in you?" Bree asked.
Willa shook her head. "Not literally like the first generation did, but also that story is a thousand years old, and so is our pack. We believe we have the blood of wolves in our veins that gives us our powers, but we don't have spirit wolves sharing our bodies or anything."
"You know, this sounds remarkably similar to how zombies were born." Eliza suggested.
"How exactly did that happen? I understand the explosion and apparently, the power of the Moonstone did something but what really happened?" Wyatt asked.
"I think Eliza's the best person to tell that story. If I do it she'll just spend the entire time correcting everything I say anyway." Zed joked.
"Yeah, that's because you never want to get into the really gory details and try to hide everything the humans did to us."
"So Eliza, can you tell us? I've heard the human story a hundred times I'd love to hear the zombie account." Addison asked.
"OK sure, since history shouldn't be erased. I'll tell you." Eliza agreed.
"So, it was a bright and sunny day, because it's always perfect and sunny in Seabrook, the perfectly planned community, perfect homes, perfect clothes, the perfect life. Yep, everything was perfect until one day 50 years ago…" Eliza began her tale with plenty of sarcasm involved.
"So it was a perfectly normal day at Seabrook Power, except that one unnamed worker was still feeling pretty thirsty after lunch so they brought their bottle of lime soda into one of the control rooms. Unfortunately, a few minutes later someone accidentally knocked the bottle over, spilling the lime soda all over their computers."
"Now computers 50 years ago were nowhere near as durable as the beauties that I can make with Seabrook's recycling-"
"Hey, speaking of where can we get phones? It seems like the humans are always on them." Wyatt asked.
"Like you can even get a signal out here even with my upgrades, but I'll see what I can do for you guys. Now back to the story."
"The computers all went haywire and every safety and control system in the powerplant messed up, the only thing that worked was the emergency alarms as all the workers tried to shut down the powerplant as fast as possible, but they were too late."
"Minutes later a massive explosion took place, shaking the ground and blowing out all the windows and doors on the powerplant. Then from deep in the bowels of the powerplant, a glowing green haze rose into the air. The cloud quickly spread over the western half of Seabrook, covering everywhere with the distinct smell of smoke and limes."
"But that wasn't the worst part of course. When people breathed in the mysterious gas, they were not happy. It changed them, forever. Their breathing became labored and ragged. Their skin paled to gray, their hair turned as green as the gas around them. Their veins rose to the surface of their skin, their heart rates slowed, their eyes and veins became black as ink."
"They lost themselves, driven only by instincts and their hunger. The first zombies were born, and they were hungry. With their minds only on food, they couldn't even walk normally, instead stumbling along, dragging their feet, their arms jerking erratically, the only thing on their mind, was food."
"Our heart rates are slower than normal, but because full zombies can't consciously control their movements, everything we do we go absolutely full out, so we burn through calories super fast, and that's why we are eternally hungry. So of course we ate through every piece of food we could find within a day. Also our muscles are so uninhibited that we can fracture our arms or legs just by trying to move forward, but since we also have super healing abilities our bones were almost constantly getting microfractures and then being healed by the next day. Hence the reason zombies often drag their feet."
"Anyhow, But after the first day the gas dissipated into the air and lost its transformational power. Before then any rescuers that entered the cloud were transformed as well. So when humans finally showed up and stayed human, all the food was gone, but the zombies were still hungry."
"Zombies are inherently social creatures and very group-oriented as you can probably tell, and one of our strongest instincts is recognizing other zombies as friends. But when humans showed up, they were suddenly the best available source of energy. It was then that the zombies discovered another one of their powers. Their hearing was specifically designed to track living, human heartbeats, and they were irresistible."
"So when humans got too close, the zombies attacked anything that would quench their hunger. Now, this is important. A zombie bite does not turn humans into zombies, only the original green gas did. Usually, if someone was bitten by a zombie, then they were already a goner. Addison that's why your Grandpa was perfectly fine after he survived getting his ear bitten off."
"So anyway, a dark, gory battle ensued between the humans and zombies. With their enhanced strength, speed, fearlessness, and inability to feel pain, almost nothing could stop them, unless it was a killing blow, or if it was fire. We still don't completely understand why, but all zombies had an instinctive fear of fire. So at first, the humans set up a giant wall of fire that they kept burning constantly to try to keep the zombies out of the safe zones."
"The humans of course quickly organized and built the giant, concrete barrier to protect themselves from the zombie hordes, and it worked to keep them contained. Once they were contained, the City Council decided they couldn't just kill all the zombies, they were neighbors, friends, and family. They had to believe that they could be cured someday. Its only thanks to them, that even though they feared us, they still wanted to help us, that zombies still exist today."
"So Seabrook called on the best scientists from all over the world to develop a solution. In the meantime though, there was nothing they could really do except make sure that the zombies stayed in the containment zone. Seabrook's police force was reorganized into the Z-Patrol and they built the Zombie Containment Building to work on developing a cure."
"The humans figured out that zombies aren't cannibalistic and won't attack each other, and they also figured out that they would eat anything, and not wanting to fuel their craving for human flesh any more than necessary, they built a system to automatically dispense fruits, vegetables, and grains to the zombies. They treated us like animals the entire time. Make sure we never leave our cage, only sending in food at feeding times."
"As they kept working on the cure, they would occasionally abduct zombies so that they could be taken and tested on. At the same time, they were working on the cure, they also created a lot of the gear the Z-Patrol uses to this day in case of zombie attacks. First, they tried to create a medicine to counteract the zombie disease as they called it, but they eventually figured out that it wasn't a sickness, our very DNA had changed, so there wasn't a cure."
"So they studied our brains, if our bodies can't be cured, at least they could hopefully save our minds. So, and I still don't know exactly how they figured this out, only that it took lots of trial and error, with many innocent zombies being the victims of the errors, but they eventually figured out that electromagnetic pulses can counteract many of the zombies' powers and more primal instincts. They spent years testing and refining their designs until they finally created a working version 30 years after the outbreak. The very first Z-Band, that allowed zombies to get their humanity back."
"It worked well enough, there were hundreds of things that could go wrong, so nearly every year a newer version was developed, part of the reason we get annual Z-Band checks. So long story short the original zombies finally got their humanity back, but as we all know, they would never be human again."
"Unfortunately the thirty years it took to develop the Z-Bands was long enough that no one remembered their friends and neighbors that they had wanted to save in the first place, and there was another problem. When the zombies got their Z-bands, they remembered many things, facts about the world, math, stuff they learned in school, but most zombies forgot English, instead, the zombies had created their own language, zombietongue while they were monstrous, so all but a few had to completely relearn how to communicate with humans and relearn English, for most it only took a year or two, but it was extremely difficult, and some to this day choose not to, or are unable to speak English even if they can understand it."
"That wasn't the biggest issue. The much worse problem was that none of the zombies remembered anything about their personal lives or identities from before the outbreak. Plus the fact that their DNA and prints changed, it was literally impossible to connect them to who they were when they were human. Any family they did have before the outbreak were too scared or ashamed to try to reconnect with them anyway."
"One good thing that had happened to the zombies was instead of aging thirty years, their bodies only physically aged about five. Then once the Z-bands were used they started aging somewhat normally, but a few of the oldest zombies so far have lived happily beyond a normal human lifespan."
"Wait what? So how old are your parents?" Addison asked.
"My padrrez zezenta y zinco."
"Seventy-two and seventy-three." Eliza answered.
"Pops is actually seventy years old, but he says he feels like he's in his forties still."
"I never knew that, I should have realized since you guys were the first born generation right?"
"Yep, twenty years ago the Z-bands were given out, and a few years later to everyone's surprise zombie babies were born for the first time. Thanks to Bonzo who proved zombies who could have kids."
"What?" Bree asked, utterly confused by just what Eliza meant by that.
"I argh menorr zombie zaby."
"Yep, Bonzo was the first zombie kid born, Eliza, me, and all the rest of the kids our age were all the first zombie kids ever, which of course actually changed a lot of how the Seabrook dealt with zombies." Zed explained.
"OK, I'm taking back the story before you lighten it too much." Eliza interrupted Zed. "So Seabrook didn't give the zombies jobs for three to four years after the Z-bands, so they mostly spent their time relearning English and getting caught up with current events and stuff. Or they spent a lot of time fixing up the containment zone and building Zombietown into what it is today since of course, no one was maintaining any of the houses or other buildings at all. Most of the contact we had with humans was through food deliveries, which were somewhat better, since it was actually packaged food, not just dumping vegetables into our cage. And of course guards at the gate and Z-Band checks.
"When babies were born, the humans realized this would truly be a long-term situation. So they started the employment program, and as we know we only got the worst jobs, and the only reason we could leave Zombietown was for work. Plus the curfew and all the other monster laws were put in place. Ninety-nine percent of the time, things were going well, no zombies ever acted out for no reason because they all quickly learned exactly what would happen if they did. But as I said, the Z-bands have almost constantly been updated to fix any issues. From time to time a Z-band malfunctioned and the unfortunate zombie ran wild, and that kept the stereotype of zombies being uncontrollable monsters alive. Although for the record in the last five years there haven't been any accidental malfunctions, at least until the homecoming game happened."
"So anyway, you all know that Seabrook tried to control everything we did, and pretty much everything we owned was either government-issued like our coveralls, or we had to make ourselves out of Seabrook's trash. We always had enough to survive, but we were never independent. If we ever wanted anything new or different, we would have to beg Seabrook for permission, and ninety percent of the time, it was either too risky to allow the zombies to have pets since they might eat them, or we don't need driver's licenses since we can't go anywhere. Dumb rules like that. Plus if we ever did get angry it booked us a ticket straight to containment for punishment."
"Also, have I ever told you guys about our old school?" Eliza asked.
"No, I've never heard anything." Addison said, sounding curious.
"Well, the reason is that it was horrible. It was basically just like the first day of school last year. Well, except all the teachers are zombies and they do have some class materials, and by that I mean all our textbooks are the old ones Seabrook throws out when they get new ones, so ours are all 10 years old at the minimum. And there are Z-Patrol officers everywhere, at least three per classroom, to keep everyone safe, but also they wanted to make sure we didn't get any bad ideas. And apparently, all my ideas are bad ideas, so I served lots of detention for no reason. And again any acting up was immediate detention as well, no talking to the principal who was human, just straight to a room to stare at a wall and do nothing."
"Also, because other than a few zombie kids from the first generation which were all pretty much homeschooled after they got the Z-bands, there was never a real long-term plan, like we had the same three or four teachers with our grade our entire school careers."
"Things have been pretty much the same ever since we were born, the only changes were when a zombie went wild and the rest of us were punished with an earlier curfew for a few months. Until finally last year, they let us come to school, and now everything has changed."
"Mostly for the better right?" Addison asked.
"Of course it's better. We made it better." Eliza agreed.
"Yeah, you did." Wyatt agreed. "I think we all know if Seabrook hadn't changed, we wouldn't be here laughing either."
"Honestly, we knew about the zombies since the outbreak." Willa revealed. "The gas never threatened our woods, but a few zombies shambled into the forest looking for food. We had never seen anything like that before either, and they were super aggressive. And we were forced to defend ourselves from them. Once the humans got you under control we monitored the situation closely, but not as close as we probably should. We thought you guys were weak and letting the humans trample all over you for no reason other than you were too scared after you got the Z-Bands."
"I'd say most of us were scared, but we had good reasons to be." Zed admitted.
"Yes, we see that now, and really after our encounter with the humans we had no room to talk, we told ourselves we were still so much freer and stronger than the zombies, but we never risked letting humans find us in case they attacked again, or worse, truly trapped us with Z-Bands in our own Zombietown." Wyatt revealed.
"You know, looking back it, if we had told each other these stories the first day we met, I bet I would have figured out the Moonstone is in the powerplant within an hour." Eliza laughed.
"Yeah, I guess our stories are pretty similar. Not just the Moonstone creating something new, but also how we both needed the Moonstone necklaces and Z-bands to be in control of ourselves." Willa agreed.
"Yeah." Eliza looked like she was deep in thought while absently fidgeting with the moonstone around her neck.
"What is it now Eliza? I know you have an idea." Zed asked.
"Um, nothing yet, just a theory I've been working on. I'll tell you when I do more research."
"OK."
"So does anyone have any other stories they want to share?" Wyatt asked.
"Ooh, I want to know a story about humans now!" Wynter suggested.
"Um, I don't know what you want to know. Life for humans is nowhere near as exciting as your guys' histories." Addison and Bree shared a glance with each other.
"Oh, I know! How did Cheerleading become such a big deal at Seabrook?" Wynter asked.
"I think it's just because we just built the winning streak 50 years ago and never stopped. Honestly, Bucky's probably the better person to ask. Although the inventor of the wave was from Seabrook." Addison said with a smile.
"Anyone hungry?" Wyatt asked, "We got stuff for smores!"
"Zed Don't you dare!" Eliza ordered with a groan.
"Girl that looks delicious, oh I mean gorgeous." Zed sang anyway, while Eliza rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"So you guys can have chocolate? Where did you even get this stuff." Bree asked.
"We never let humans see us, but sometimes a pack of chocolate or marshmallows goes missing from someone's campsite. We like to save it for special occasions. And yeah, chocolate's delicious why wouldn't we eat it?" Wyatt asked, already spearing marshmallows on sticks to pass around.
"Well, its just that chocolate is super poisonous for dogs. Sorry, I spoke before I was thinking." Bree looked at the ground while blushing in the darkness.
"Ahh, those poor dogs! Chocolate is like the greatest thing humans have ever invented." Wynter whimpered in pity.
The night continued in laughter as they moved on to more light-hearted stories, like the time Willa accidentally got locked in a convenience store. When Wyatt was almost scared to death by a toy robot. When Zed accidentally threw a football through Eliza's window. And Addison's first cheer lesson ever with Bucky when they were little.
Eliza laughed at Wyatt as he somehow got himself covered in globs of melted marshmallows and chocolate all over. "You ok there Fido? You're looking a little…sweeter than usual."
"Oh this happens every time trust me. So want to tell me what your new theory is?" Wyatt laughed as he tried to wipe some of the globs from his vest and pants.
"Well, actually, I could use your help. I know Zed and Bonzo would just tell me it's a bad idea, but I really want to try it. Will you help me out?"
"Sure whatever you need. If I can get one of your phones."
"Deal. Why are you so desperate for a phone Fido?"
"Well, I can talk to you whenever I want…and everyone else."
"I suppose I can agree to that. As long as you don't constantly blow up my phone. But, all I'll say is, if I'm right, this will change everything. And now that I know your guys' story too, I think it just might work."
AN: If you haven't heard, Zombies 3 will be on Disney+ July 15th! And there will be another Someday! I can't wait!