Burglar: Yeah, that's what I'm calling you from now on. Get your own flame.

Korrasami 88: Zuul, mother-sucker!

Al Drin Hoshizora: Yeah, this isn't the last we see of Bob.

The Batista: Good luck.

GANGSTA: *sigh*

Antha1:... Sure.

UltraTech Cinder: Yeah, the whole joke is how they have no idea how to handle zombies.

Gloyd Orangeboar: He will be missed (not).

Drunken Hamster: Ah, I was beginning to think you'd given up on this fic. Glad to see you back here.


Yellowjacket lay snuggled against Bill and Jill, half-asleep. Her mind was left to wander, and she thought of the four people outside the cabin. Assuming they remained outside, how would they be able to leave. They would be set upon if they tried to so much as open the door.

Yellowjacket thought it was funny. Days ago... she'd forgotten how long... she was terrified of the Freaks, and felt safe with the Others. Now, it seemed like this had been reversed- she felt safe with the two Freaks, and now she felt uncomfortable around the Others.

She remembered when she was in the alley with Blackjacket, and had been surrounded by a group of them. She saw the way they stared at her. It was as if they sensed that she was, in some way, different from them. For the first time, she had been concerned that they might have hurt, or even killed her.

She thought of Ghoul, Noose and Sawbones. She wondered if they were still thinking of her. She hadn't seen them since she had knocked Sawbones unconscious to save Bill and Jill. She hoped he had forgiven her.

She wondered what would happen if she saw them again. The others had noticed that she was changing; surely they would, too If they ever met again, would they understand? Or would they cast her out into the darkness now that she was of no use to them?

She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard a knocking on the door. She immediately assumed that Blackjacket was back. The knocking grew louder, and Yellowjacket got up to answer the door before Bill and Jill woke up.

She grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and opened it.

Then, she froze.

Standing at the door was the giant zombie with red hair. He stared down at her, and extended his arms towards her.

"Zuul, mother-fu-"

SLAM! Yellowjacket slammed the door in his face.

"-OW! Son of a bitch, ow."


Yellowjacket flew into a panic. How had they gotten back into the house? She thought they'd barricaded the doors and windows. She then realize that Blackjacket was out there with them.

"Bill!" Yellowjacket shouted as she ran to the bed. She had to warn them before the Others got in. "Jill!"

She started violently shaking the two until they stirred awake. She wondered how they hadn't been awoken by the sound of the door slamming shut.

"They're in here!" She shouted before either could ask what was happening. "They-they're in the house!"

"What?" Bill asked, and he, too, got a panic-stricken face.

"Don't listen to her," A voice on the other side of the closed door said. Yellowjacket, Bill and Jill all went silent.

"Rob, you just gave away our position," A female voice snapped at the other one.

"Sorry," The male voice said.

Yellowjacket, Bill and Jill listened in on the conversation. Whereas Yellowjacket was more concerned with finding a way to stay alive in the house now that the Others were back, Bill and Jill had one thought in their heads.

"They can talk?" Jill said aloud. Yellowjacket turned to stare at her, confused.

"Yes," She said, not sure what Jill was so surprised about. "I can talk. Blackjacket can talk."

"But you two were different," Bill pointed out. "The other zombies don't talk like this. They-"

"Zombies?" Yellowjacket asked, perplexed. "Is that what you call us?"

"Yes," Bill said. "I mean, no. It's complicated. Don't worry about that right now. We have to get to the bottom of this."

It appeared that the voices on the other side of the door had been listening, since one of them said, sarcasm clear, "I hate to interrupt a family feud here, but let us in!"

"No," Bill snapped. "You're going to bite us and stuff."

"That's what you get for shooting at us," A female voice said, and Riley recognized it as Mary.

"That's what you get for putting your clammy hands on my daughter!" Jill shouted back.

Yellowjacket, who was remaining silent throughout all of this, was secretly perplexed at how the adults were bickering at each other like this. This sure didn't sound like what would usually happen when Freaks and "zombies" met. Every other times, bullets would be flying and people would be getting bitten.

Finally, she decided to break things up.

"Everybody, could you just quiet down?" She said. Turning to the door, she said, "Could you leave?"

"No," The voice, which she recognized as the fat zombie's, said. "This is our house."

"This is our daughter," Jill snapped. "And I'm not letting you take her. And you can turn me into a zombie for all I care, but you will not touch her."

There was a silence on the other side of the door. Finally, a different male voice said, "Well you'll have to open the door eventually. After all, we got a hostage!"

"Hostage?" Bill asked. It was then that they heard the muffled sounds of Blackjacket screaming, and they knew instantly that the four zombies had him.

Yellowjacket ran towards the door. "You let him go, you monsters!" She shouted, banging on the door. She heard giggling coming from the other side of the door.

"Not until you open the door," Mary's voice said. Yellowjacket froze. She wanted to save Blackjacket, but she knew that if she opened the door, the chances were that the Others would come for Bill and Jill. And she knew she couldn't stop them.

"We'll leave you to think on it," Shelley's voice said, and the three heard the sounds of footsteps leaving the door. The footsteps went down the stairs, and Yellowjacket, Bill and Jill knew that they had left.

Once they were gone, Yellowjacket turned to the two Freaks.

"What do we do?" She asked.

However, neither of them had an answer.


Back at the abandoned building, the pale girl had finished eating the corpse of the man she had come across. Now that she was finished, she pulled his corpse into a small closet and shut it.

The pale girl wandered through the dark building. She wiped blood from her mouth as she passed through the door. Now that she was alone, she could think.

The Others usually only bit a Freak that they met, to transform them. Pale Girl did not do this. She usually strayed away from Freaks, and in the rare instances where she did encounter them, she would not spare them. She would consume them like a spider did to whatever was ensnared in its web.

Most of the Others stayed away from her. Good, she thought. She did not prefer to live in packs or swarms like the others did. She hated groups, hated multitudes of people together. Especially when they'd come after a lone person.

She held the tiniest bit of empathy with a lone victim. She knew what it was like for a group of people to take advantage of their numbers to capture a lone person who couldn't fight back. She remembered how she had been one at some point. It was torture. But she was strong. She had escaped. The ones who had captured her had come for her, but she always stayed ahead of them. And if they found her, she would kill them. Simple.

If necessary, she'd kill every person that came for her, until none of them were left.

But she would never need help. She didn't remember her parents, or anyone who loved her, never in her whole life. She remembered some details of who she was in the past, but it never involved someone's care.

She knew that nobody cared for her. She knew that everyone, Freak or otherwise, feared her. After all, that was why so many of the Others had been leaving this part of the city. Because of her.

Let them. After all, it was better to be feared than to be loved.

And fear was all she knew.


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