And here I was thinking I was losing reviewers. Glad to see I was wrong.

Korrasami 88: She is not. Not at all.

Al Drin Hoshizora: Further than... never mind.

Drunken Hamster: Thank you. We're really only getting started here.

Js: 1. He just randomly stumbled upon her 2. Since we're only NOW in the middle of the story, it's pretty much guarenteed to be longer 3. There's several villains, some more evil than others 4. It's just in SF 5. I'm updating faster since I finished my other stories and thus have more time to focus on this one.

UltraTech Cinder: I'd say they made the greatest decision of their lives.

MrScourch: The gunshot was NOT fatal, and they are leaving the group (though *spoilers" it's not the last we see of them). I'd say that "eat the parents" idea is starting to wind down.

Antha1: This isn't the last we're seeing of Whitedress. She has more to do with the plot than you think.

GANGSTA: Never mind.

Gloyd Orangeboar: By leaving.

The Batista: No you won't.

Creamy Buttercap: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Candlehead: She's not a ghost.

Minty Zaki: You'll find out.

Kevinkocher1: This story is SOOOO not Warm Bodies.

I am a burglar: You do that. It's not like it's important or anything.

Also, I have to say, I'm over two hundred words in from responding to all of these reviews :)


Act II


Four figures trudged through the empty streets of San Francisco. One was a man and his wife, and in front of them was their thirteen-year-old zombie daughter, and her zombie friend.

Yellowjacket was chewing on some fish meat from some of the food Bill and Jill had gotten before they were forced to abandon the apartment. Blackjacket was dragging a guitar at his side, staring off into space. Bill and Jill walked behind them, not wanting to let the two out of their sight.

"So, where do we go?" Blackjacket asked, shrugging. "We've been walking for... some time."

They'd been walking for an hour. Being reminded of this caused Bill to notice that his legs were getting weak. They needed to find some other means of transportation, or else they'd all collapse, and they'd have no chance of finding a place to stay.

They weren't going into any of the buildings. All the buildings they'd come across, they knew were crawling with zombies. That was the only reason the streets weren't full of them. Occasionally, they'd catch a glimpse of a zombie shuffling inside a building, just barely concealed by darkness.

"We need to find a place to move faster," Jill suggested. There were several cars parked nearby; however, they didn't have any car keys.

"Crap," Bill whispered under his breath.

Yellowjacket and Blackjacket started to inspect several of the cars. When she reached one car, she noticed it had its keys in it. Glancing up to Bill and Jill with a hopeful smile on her face, Yellowjacket opened the car door, then jumped and shouted in surprise.

Bill and Jill ran towards the car just in time to see a dead body fall out of the car seat and slump onto the sidewalk lifelessly. Blackjacket walked up the body, leaned down, and started poking at the body, as if expecting it to come to life.

Bill shoved the body to the side with his leg, then grabbed the keys. He looked up, making sure that no zombies were nearby, and then he started to engines of the car.

Turning to the two young zombies, Bill whispered, "Get in," before opening the door of the back of the car. Yellowjacket hurriedly rushed in first while Jill sat in the passenger seat. Bill then turned to Blackjacket, and groaned when he saw that the boy had wandered a few feet away.

Walking over to Blackjacket, Bill was about to drag the boy off to the car when he stopped. He noticed that Blackjacket was staring at something in an alley. He saw it too.

In the darkness of the alley, there was a dead dog. And kneeling above the dead dog, tearing its insides out, was a zombie.

Bill nearly puked. He realized how much danger they were in now, and started to drag Blackjacket away, but it was too late. The zombie's head snapped up and its lifeless eyes focused on the two.

Bill and Blackjacket started running. As they did, a zombie suddenly jumped off from the rooftops and landed on the sidewalk next to them, quickly dashing towards them. Before long, several zombies shuffled out of the darkness and onto the streets.

"Crap!" Bill shouted as he dove into the seat of the car while Yellowjacket pulled Blackjacket into the backseat next to her. Bill shut the door and quickly rolled up the window shield as a zombified woman limped over towards him.

"Start the car! Start the car. Star the car!" Jill repeated as a zombie started banging his fist on the window shield. Yellowjacket and Blackjacket started screaming as a zombie planted his face next to the window of the backseat.

Bill revved up the engines, and the car started. Ramming into several zombies and knocking them back, Bill drove down the streets. The zombies briefly started to pursue, but it was hopeless. They had no chance of keeping up with the car.

Once they were a good distance away from the zombies, the four all breathed a sigh of relief. However, they noticed several zombies were starting to appear on the streets, and Bill stated, "We have to get out of here!"

Bill drove down a different road, narrowly avoiding several zombies. They started driving down towards the forest, when suddenly, a fist smashed through the window shield. Bill shouted in surprise as the face of a zombie peered over the broken window, having latched onto the top of the car.

Bill started driving erratically in an attempt to shake the zombie off of the car. However, the zombie grabbed onto his sleeve in a desperate attempt to stay on the car. Yellowjacket, thinking quickly, grabbed Blackjacket's guitar and swung it towards the window. Bill saw the guitar coming from the rear-view mirror and quickly ducked, and the guitar collided with the zombie's face. The zombie went flying off the car and went soaring into a garbage can.

"Yeah!" Yellowjacket shouted, fist-pumping the air. Bill and Jill started laughing in relief as they drove into the forest. Bill then started driving the car through the woods as they searched for a place to hide out.

They didn't notice the destroyed truck smashed against the tree as they passed by.


Some time later, Bill stopped the car on the side of the road. He'd spotted a dark cabin in the forest, and figured that it would make a good place for the four of them to stay.

"Get out," Bill said as he opened the door and got out of the car. The other three quickly got out of the car as well and wandered on the road for a bit, checking to see if there were no zombies nearby.

"Okay, coast is clear, let's move 'em out," Bill said, leading the other three towards the cabin. Upon arriving, Bull opened the door, and the four entered.

The cabin was rather spacey inside, with plenty of room to move about. It was surprisingly tidy despite having supposedly having no living inhabitants.

Yellowjacket wandered away from the other three and started inspecting the house. As she did, she stepped on something soft and furry, and jumped when she realized it was a dead mouse.

Bill gripped her shoulders, then led her off towards the basement, where Jill and Blackjacket were going. Jill flicked on the lights in the basement, and the four walked downstairs.

The basement had a bedroom and a rather fancy couch, as well as a television set. Bill shrugged his shoulders; of all the places they could've stumbled upon, this was far from the worst.

While Blackjacket entered the bedroom, Yellowjacket slumped down on the couch, her head down. She still felt guilty about getting them into the situation.

"I'm. . . sorry," She apologized to the two. "It was just. . . there was this girl, and she was eating this man. She chased us. We had to run. I didn't mean for you two to get kicked out."

Bill nodded in understandingly. "I don't blame you," He said, sitting down next to her. Smirking, he said, "I didn't really like those guys anyways. Compared to them and the zombies, I'd take the zombies."

Yellowjacket giggled softly, then rested down on the couch as she started to fall asleep. Jill sat down next to her, resting her hand on Yellowjacket's head.

"So we're staying here for the time being?" She asked for confirmation.

Bill nodded. "It could be worse," He said, shrugging. "After all, at least there's no zombies here besides these two."

Jill smiled, and the two lay down on the couch next to their daughter.


Upstairs, four zombies sat in the upstairs room, staring at a Warm Bodies novel. They were the same zombies from the forest.

"Zuul," The fat, red-haired zombie said as he nudged the male twin zombie playfully. "Zuul."

"Knock it off, Rob," He snapped, then turned back to the novel. "So, who goes first?"

"Mary says we each get an hour reading the book," The blonde zombie reminded them. "Besides, none of you are going before me."

"I'm second, you hear me?!" Mary said, pouting. "I don't care what happens next."

"You ain't about to go before me!" Rob snapped, towering over the other three. "If you try, you're all going out the window!"

"Hey, it's by Isaac Marion," The blonde zombie pointed out as she read the back cover. "Oh, I'm definitely going first now!"

Immediately, the male zombie twin got up. "Enough, you guys," He said, his nose held up. "We're better than this. Mary has set up specific rules for us to follow. Each of us will get to read it, but first, we much remember that we are better than the rest of the rabble."

The other zombies shrugged in agreement. "Indeed, George," Mary said, nodding.

George then added, "Besides, I go first."

The other three nodded again in agreement, when Rob heard the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs.

". . . Hey, do you hear something?"

George paused, then said, "Eh, probably just the mouse."


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