Korrasami 88: Yay, reviews!

Kevinkocher1: Indeed.

Drunken Hamster: I think you need to sober up.

UltraTech Cinder: What he said.

Antha1: No, they're not related. They just look similar.

Al Drin Hoshizora: Watch your language.

I am a burglar: Fine.

Gloyd Orangeboar: There's no accident. Nothing to see here.

Creamy Buttercap: Her name is Mary.

The Batista: No you're not.


The moment the four were inside the cabin, Bill locked the door. Then, he and Jill grabbed everything they could to barricade the door; chairs, tables, and any other piece of furniture nearby. Then, they shut the windows and closed the blinds.

For a moment, they stood by the door, listening for the sounds of the four zombies outside. They could barely make out whispering coming from outside, and knocking on the door. They heard the sound of a hand twisting the doorknob, but it was no use. The zombies were locked outside.

When it became clear that the zombies weren't getting through the door, Bill and Jill breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Yellowjacket and Blackjacket.

"What happened out there?" Bill asked sternly, his hands on his hips. He mainly asked Yellowjacket, who had proven the most articulate of the two zombies.

"There was this woman outside," Yellowjacket said, motioning with her arms. "The one you. . ." She pointed her fingers and mimicked a gun shot. Bill nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"Then you came," She continued. She looked around, and then walked upstairs, motioning with her arm for the others to follow her. They walked upstairs, and went into a room, where they saw a Warm Bodies novel.

"Who reads these stuff?" Jill asked as she threw the novel away. She then noticed a picture of George and Mary pre-infection on the drawer. Picking it up, she showed it to the others.

"It's them," She said, pointing at it. She then pointed to another photo, that showed Rob and Shelley joining the twins in a selfie.

"You think this is where they live?" Blackjacket asked, rubbing his head. Bill and Jill looked at him in shock.

"You mean. . . we were living in the same cabin as. . . zombies?" Bill asked. He noticed Yellowjacket's baffled expression, and then added, "Not you, I meant them."

Jill walked over to the window and peered outside. Down below, she saw George sitting on a rock outside the cabin, pouting. Shelley was starting a fire outside, and Rob was sitting next to a bleeding Mary.

She stepped back and said, "It seems they won't be getting inside. We better rest up."

Yellowjacket walked over to the window and stared down at the four zombies. Shelley was rubbing stones together to form a fire, and Rob was trying to find whatever he could to put pressure on Mary's wound to stop the bleeding.

Yellowjacket couldn't help but feel that they weren't just mindless zombies.


Ghoul and Noose watched as Sawbones exited another empty building after a futile search attempt. In the days that had gone by without Yellowjacket, the zombie trio had finally decided to go and search for their young comrade. They had managed to track her scent to a certain part of the city, unaware that she had already left that area.

When Sawbones got out of the building, Ghoul motioned with her arms, silently asking if he'd found any sign of her. When Sawbones shook his head, she whirled about and slashed the wall of a building with her claws.

Sawbones stabbed one of his blades into a nearby wall in anger. Noose watched the two, somewhat frightened. He didn't like when they got angry like this. Recently, the two had seemed so unstable.

He was broken out of his thoughts when a mangled ear dropped down the side of a building and onto the ground. It attracted the attention of Sawbones and Ghoul, too, as they looked down to stare at it.

Sawbones picked up the bloody ear and stared at it, then looked up to see where it had come from.

Above them, on an outside staircase, they saw a pale girl in a white gown, feeding on the corpse of a man. Her face was tearing into the man's stomach, and her claw-like hands gripped his shoulders. Her hair was matted with blood.

Sawbones, Ghoul and Noose stared up at the girl as she fed. Slowly, her head rose up from the man's torn stomach, and she stared down at them, blood dripping from her mouth. After a moment of silence, she growled down at the three.

Sawbones returned the growl, his eyes narrowed. Ghoul and Noose watched as Sawbones and the girl in the white dress exchanged growls and hisses at each other in an attempt to intimidate the other into leaving.

The girl unexpectedly threw one of the corpse's bloody arms down at the three zombies. It splatted on the ground at Sawbones's feet. Noose jumped and shrieked. Above, the girl grabbed the body and dragged it into the building to continue feeding in privacy. The zombie trio could still hear her loudly chewing on the man's flesh.

Ghoul looked down at the body parts of the man, and noticed that, among the things that had fallen, was the corpse's wallet. She picked it up, and pulled out the name card of the man.

Larry Z. Roe

Searching through the man's wallet, she noticed the credit cards of several other people in it. She pulled each of them out, flinging most of them onto the ground in disinterest, until she stopped at one that caught her attention.

The credit card was that of an older man with brown hair. She noticed that, from the picture, he needed a razor.

Bill Andersen.

Staring at the picture, Ghoul's eyes widened in shock. She recognized the man; he was one of the two Freaks that took Yellowjacket. She started shrieking and grunting, striking Noose in the arm to get his and Sawbones' attention.

Sawbones saw Bill's credit card, and took it in his hand. He saw the picture. He, too, recognized him.

The three zombies knew that whoever Larry was, he had known Bill. Larry was dead, but he knew Bill, and that must mean that Bill was nearby.

So that must mean that they were closer to finding Yellowjacket.


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