Drunken Hamster: Where do you think I got the inspiration from?
Korrasami 88: Okay, let's just get this out of the way: George A. Romero and Rob Zombie.
Kevinkocher1: Well, in a way, but there are differences that will be revealed later.
Creamy Buttercap: Not really.
Al Drin Hoshizora: More like a flashback.
I am a burglar: Sure thing.
Gloyd Orangeboar: Fine, do as you will.
Antha1: Oh, definitely.
Later that evening, Jill stood outside the locked bathroom door, slamming her fist against it impatiently as she waited for who she thought was her husband to get out.
"Bill, are you done yet?!" She shouted as she continued banging on the door. "You've been showering for nearly a half hour!"
She got no response; all she heard was the sound of the shower being turned on higher, and she could see smoke seeping out of the door. She could also hear loud singing coming from inside the bathroom.
After a while, Jill rolled her eyes and left, walking down the stairs and muttering to herself. She walked downstairs into the basement, where Blackjacket was playing the guitar.
Inside the bathroom, George was singing "New York" by Alicia Keyes.
"On the avenue, there aint never a curfew ladies work so hard, such a melting pot on the corner selling rock preachers pray to-"
"Zuul."
Letting out a resounding, "What the heck!" George flew out of the bathroom tub, dragging the curtains with him as he crashed onto the ground, wrapped up in them. Looking up in shock, he saw Rob standing in the tub, holding a washing soap in his hand.
George stared up at him, his mouth hanging open in shock.
"Zuul," Was all Rob said. "Zuuuuul..."
With that, he turned the shower on and started showering in the tub.
Outside the cabin, Bill and Yellowjacket spied on a crowd of zombies that were wandering close to the cabin. Neither of them were sure just how the zombies had made it this far into the woods, but they knew they had to find some way to lure them off.
"Ready to make me proud?" Bill whispered to Yellowjacket. The blonde zombie nodded, then quietly slipped off towards the zombies.
The crowd of zombies shambled through the road, passing by the car leading towards the cabin. The zombies had seen the lights within the house, and they prepared to advance towards it.
Suddenly, the zombies heard the sound of a young girl's cries coming from behind them. Turning around, they made out the silhouette of a young zombie girl deep in the woods, beckoning them to come. Intrigued, the zombies turned from the house and limped over to where the girl was.
Once she had their attention, Yellowjacket pointed in the opposite direction from the house.
"There!" She shouted. "There!"
As she said so, Bill fired a bullet off in the direction the zombies were pointing. The zombies immediately ran off in the direction of the bullet, abandoning the house. Yellowjacket and Bill watched as the zombies vanished into the woods.
The moment they were out of sight, Bill ran out to where Yellowjacket was standing, lifting her into the air and giving her a large hug. Yellowjacket returned the hug.
"You did great, Riley!" He congratulated as he set her down. Yellowjacket nodded, her hair falling over her face as she and Bill returned to the cabin.
(In Yellowjacket's Mind)
"This is weird," Brick noted as the emotions huddled around the control panel. "I didn't feel mad at him."
It hadn't gone unnoticed by the emotions that the Headquarters had started to change in the past few days. Aside from a few of the personality islands starting to function again, multiple memories were being restored, and things weren't pitch black in the Headquarters anymore.
"Long Term Memory has been fixed, too," Nerve pointed out as the emotions ran over to the window to overlook the landscape.
"Huh," Star said. She then noticed the light-bulb that was screwed into the control panel. She turned to stare at Bill for a moment. Then, she whispered something to Teardrop.
"Are you sure?" The blue emotion asked. Star nodded.
Teardrop shrugged, then waked over to the control panel.
Then, she unscrewed the light-bulb.
Some time later, Bill and Jill were sitting on the couch in the basement, Bill reading an old newspaper and Jill reading a book, while Yellowjacket and Blackjacket started to play hockey inside.
Bill casually ducked as a hockey puck went flying in his direction and smashed into the lamp. Then, he said, "Hey, could you take that outside?'
Yellowjacket nodded, and she and Blackjacket started to head up the stairs. The moment they were gone, Bill noted, "You know, we should probably go and find some food before we run out."
"Good idea," Jill noted before setting down the book. She and Bill then headed up the stairs, where the door was hanging open where Yellowjacket and Blackjacket had left it.
"So, where do we go?" Jill asked as they left the cabin and got into the car.
Bill shrugged. "If my calculations were correct, there should be a hotel in the woods nearby," He stated.
"That's an odd location," Jill muttered to herself as Bill started the car and the two drove off down the woods.
The moment they were gone, Rob and Shelley exited the house.
"Rob, do you really need to go to that hotel?" Shelley asked, her hands on her hips. "There are so many other places to gather things."
"But I like the hotel," Rob retorted. "Besides, I always find Freaks there." With that, he lumbered off in the same direction as the car. Shelley sighed as she watched him leave, and she was about to return to the cabin when a hockey puck went flying past her face.
Immediately, Yellowjacket and Blackjacket ran out and retrieved the puck. Turning to Shelley, Yellowjacket said, "Sorry," Before the two of them returned to the woods.
"Good evening," Shelley said casually to the two as they left. Then, she returned to the cabin.
Walking up the stairs, she then opened the door where George and Mary were sitting on the bed.
"Mary," She said to the female twin in a serious tone. "There are two little ones outside the cabin. Deal with it."
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