Drunken Hamster: Weirdo by the standards of both humans and zombies... looks like Riley's going through a phase.

Gloyd Orangeboar: S-s-stop st-t-tuttering.

The Batista: Yadda, yadda.

Al Drin Hoshizora: Wasn't it obvious?

I am a burglar: Not even close.

Korrasami 88: Well, how else do you think she turned into a zombie?

Antha1: I get it; you're upset that Riley's breaking out of stereotypes. But we have more pressing matters at hand.


Bill and Jill stood outside of the washroom, wondering what Riley was doing inside. They waited patiently for Riley to open the door, or at least make a sound. Something, so that they knew she was alright.

After an uncertain amount of time passed, Bill lightly tapped on the door and said, "Um, Riley? Are you alright?"

For a few moments, there was no response. Then, the two heart Riley's soft, but somewhat raspy, voice answer with, "I'm okay. Just... leave me alone."

Bill and Jill blinked simultaneously, perplexed by Riley's response. Jill whispered into Bill's ear, "You think we were too hard on her?"

"Yeah, we shouldn't have shouted at her like that," Bill said, deep in thought. A part of him wanted to walk in and try to make it up to his daughter somehow, like he'd usually do. However, it occurred to him that Riley may not want company at the moment.

"I think we should go and see how the others are doing," Bill said to change the subject, as much as it pained him to say so. Checking up on the group was the last thing he wanted, but at the same time, he knew that they were probably going to get suspicious as to why he and his wife were spending long periods of time away from them.

"Ugh," Jill groaned, evidently thinking the same thing. "Let's just get this over with."

With that, the two left.


Bill and Jill were hoping to see happy faces when they arrived at the apartment. They'd just dodged through dozens of zombies on their way to the apartment, and they wished to see some relief when they arrived.

Alas, they hoped for too much. When they opened the door, they found Sir pacing back and forth, a stony look on his face, his arms crossed behind his back. Some of the others were lounging about at the walls, staring off into space. One man was sitting in his chair, glaring at the two. A woman was clutching her too children, and refused to look in the Andersen's direction.

In moments, the husband and wife sensed more hostility in the room than they had outside with the zombies.

Sir stopped pacing, and he turned to stare at the two, but mainly at Bill.

"Where were you, Mr. Andersen?" Sir asked harshly, his eyes squinted from old age. "We haven't seen you in nearly two days."

Bill tried to keep from swearing; before the whole outbreak began, Bill hardly ever even thought of cursing, especially when his wife was there. He never felt the need to. But ever since he'd met up with Sir and the rest of the group, sticking it to them somehow in the form of his grammar was often on the tip of his tongue.

"We were busy," He said, contempt in his voice. "We, uh, had our own matters to attend to."

"Like what?" One man asked. "What could possibly keep you out there with those monsters for so freaking long?"

Bill didn't respond to that. He certainly wasn't going to tell them that he was currently reunited with his zombified daughter. That was bound to lead to trouble. If they found out, they'd definitely kill Riley. Heck, they may even kill him and his wife.

"It's complicated," Jill said for him.

The group started whispering among themselves. Bill thought he heard one woman whisper, "You think they're selling us out to some other group?"

That definitely wasn't something he wanted the group to think. Quickly, he stated, "You know what, we'll go out and get some more supplies for you all if it will keep you from complaining! Is that alright?"

"Fine," The group said in unison.

Bill groaned and Jill rolled her eyes. The two then stomped out of the room and walked down the hallways, glad to have avoided a more severe confrontation.

"How did we ever get stuck with these lazy bums?" Jill questioned Bill as soon as they were out of earshot from the others. Bill just shrugged his shoulders, trying to recall how he first met them. It had been barely a year ago, but he could hardly remember.


(In Bill's Mind)

"You know, she's got a point," Disgust said, his arms folded. "This has been the worst year of our lives, and it's definitely not because of the zombies."

"If I hear one more complaint from any of them, I'm going to pop them one in the mouth!" Anger stated, slamming his fist on the control panel. The other emotions backed away slowly. Anger didn't say anything else, though.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence. Then, Fear unexpectedly piped up.

"Why don't we just leave?" He asked.

The other emotions turned to stare at him. "What?" Sadness asked. "What do you mean, leave?"

Fear shrugged, then said, "Well, we have our daughter back. We could just, you know, maybe move out and..."

"Fear!" Anger shouted unexpectedly, aghast at what the purple emotion was suggesting. Fear immediately shrunk down into his seat.

"I cannot believe you would suggest such a thing!" The red emotion shouted. "To abandon those men, women and children to a certain death, just because we don't like them? I mean, sure, they're a little... well, they're total jerks, but to leave them like that would be utterly inhumane!"

Anger waited for the other emotions to back him up. However, we was surprised to see the emotions had somewhat mixed emotions on their faces, looking like they were weighing their options.

"Ahem!" He shouted, and the emotions all said, "Uh, sure."

Anger than turned back to Bill's viewpoint, trying to get the idea out of his head. However, he found it was harder than he thought.


Yellowjacket slowly opened the door in the bathroom and wandered outside. She wasn't surprised to see that Bill and Jill weren't there. She had overheard the two talking about going to check up on "the group", and just assumed they were taking about the other Freaks.

She pondered to herself what these Freaks were like. Were they like Bill and Jill, or were they different. If she were to go and meet them, how would they react. Would they shoot her. Would Bill and Jill allow that to happen?

She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard a scraping at the door. Assuming Bill and Jill had returned, Yellowjacket burst towards the door, glad to see them again. However, just as she grabbed the doorknob, she heard raspy breathing coming from the other end of the door.

She hesitated for a moment. Whatever was on the other side of the door, it wasn't Bill or Jill. However, she wandered who it was.

After a moment's hesitation, she opened the door.


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