Drunken Hamster: They're names are Sawbones, Ghoul and Noose. And, spoiler alert, it's not them at the door.
Js: You'll find out why in a later chapter. The group isn't THAT big. I'd put it at around a dozen people.
Al Drin Hoshizora: I don't know who you're talking about.
Korrasami 88: It actually isn't. At least, the person isn't.
Gloyd Orangeboar: It took me a about three seconds to get the pun.
Creamy Buttercap: She is going to open that door.
The Batista: Indeed I am.
I am a burglar: Oh sure, you can crash in Yellowjacket's apartment.
Yellowjacket pushed the door open, wondering if whoever was on the other end was friendly, or hostile. She knew, from the heavy growling, that it wasn't a Freak; it was a... normal person, she thought. At least, she hoped.
When the door was opened, Yellowjacket stared forward, and her eyes widened just a bit when she saw who was at the door.
It was a boy, around her age. He wore a dark jacket with blue stripes on the sleeves. He had a somewhat long face, and a rather big nose. He had curly black hair, and wore a blue cap on his head. His blue eyes looked rather unfocused, as if he wasn't all there. His mouth hung open a bit, and he was emitting low breathing. He was wearing short jeans, and his shoes stunk. His pale hands were in his pockets.
Yellowjacket stared at the boy, her mouth hanging open in a similar manner to him. Her eyes darted up, then down, then focused on the boy. She wasn't sure what to say.
The boy yawned a bit, then asked, "Come in?"
"...Uuuuh," Yellowjacket said. That was the first thing that came to her mind. She mentally smacked herself; why was she having trouble communicating? She was talking to her own kind.
The boy seemed to take Yellowjacket's vague groaning for a yes, as he casually walked past her and sat down on the bed. Yellowjacket stared at him, then her head spun around to where he had been a few seconds ago. She was confused; she hadn't given him permission to enter her room.
The boy was staring off into space, his face dull. He paid Yellowjacket no attention.
"Who are..." Yellowjacket started, but stopped when the boy didn't respond. He just casually wiped his nose with his sleeve, acting as if she wasn't even there.
Yellowjacket felt the faintest bit of annoyance in her mind, and she made a hissing sound and pointed at the door. The boy turned to face her this time, then said, "Got any food?"
Yellowjacket blinked in confusion. Her head craned over to the bag of food Bill and Jill had brought by not too long ago. The boy, catching her gaze, then walked over to the good, grabbed a candy bar, and ate it. Then, he sat back down.
That was when Yellowjacket started to get angry.
(In Yellowjacket's Mind)
"Okay, that does it!" Brick said angrily, pointing an accusing finger in the boy's direction. "He has to go!"
"I can't believe he would storm in here like that!" Pixie said, disgusted. "And he ate our food. Who does he think he is?"
Star, on the other hand, was staring curiously at the kid, stroking her chin in thought. She couldn't help but feel like she knew him from somewhere...
The other emotions, however, weren't thinking in complexities. The boy was intruding on their territory, and that would not be tolerated. Brick pulled a lever, signaling for Yellowjacket to advance on the boy.
As Yellowjacket neared him, however, Star began to notice a memory start to glow...
The door swung open and Yellowjacket exited, dragging the boy behind her, her fist clutching his collar. The boy was roughly dragged across the ground as Yellowjacket angrily stormed down the hallway.
Kicking open the door leading to the stairs, Yellowjacket proceeded down the stairs with the boy in her grasp. The back of the boys head bumped on every step as Yellowjacket pulled him down with her. The boy had no reaction; he was too surprised to react to what was going on.
Soon, Yellowjacket reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to the door leading to outside of the apartment. She grabbed the doorknob, prepared to chuck the boy out of her domain and onto the streets.
Then, she stopped.
Suddenly, a memory flashed before her eyes. She saw herself skating on a skating rink, the boy by her side, the two laughing and joking with each other. She saw the image for only a few seconds before it faded. As she did, she let go of the boy's collar, and he dropped onto the ground.
Yellowjacket looked down at the boy, and knelt down as he hands clutched his face. Her eyes stared into his as she tried to recognize who he was.
"Who are you?" Yellowjacket asked firmly.
The boy looked up at her, then shrugged.
"They call me Blackjacket."
Bill and Jill had just finished gathering some medical supplies from the hospital. This time, they had made sure that the hospital didn't have zombies crawling through it before they started gathering things.
"Okay, we got everything, let's go," Jill said as she prepared to leave. Bill was ready to follow, then he stopped. A picture caught his attention.
The picture showed a girl, about ten years old, in a hospital bed. She looked incredibly sickly. Her skin was pale, and her hair was chalk white and looked to be falling out. Her eyes were closed shut.
"Bill, come on!" Jill said. Bill reluctantly diverted his attention from the picture and followed his wife as the exited the hospital. Luckily, the apartment wasn't far from the group's hideout, as well as Yellowjacket's apartment. Zombies briefly started after them, but they couldn't hope to keep up.
For their daughter's sake, the couple decided to make a stop at Riley's apartment before they went to the group.
"I wonder if she's doing well after what happened?" Jill said as they opened the door to the apartment and started walking up the stairs.
"Oh, she's fine, trust me," Bill reassured as they made it to the door. They were about to open the door, but they stopped when they heard chattering coming from inside the room.
"Hey... that doesn't sound like Riley," Jill noted curiously. Bill froze, and his hand tightened around the doorknob.
Had one of the group stumbled upon Riley. His hand gripped the gun in his pocket, just in case he needed to use violence. Taking a deep breath, he swung the door open, and prepared to shoot.
Inside the room, he saw Yellowjacket. But she wasn't alone.
The couple jumped when they saw Yellowjacket and the boy sitting on the bed together.
Yellowjacket turned to face them. "Bill, Jill, meet Blackjacket," She introduced. The boy turned to them, and nodded.
Bill and Jill's mouths hung open in disbelief.
"...What the heck is going on?!" Bill cried.
Read and review. I think it's obvious who the boy is.
