Al Drin Hoshizora: I have no response.
Korrasami 88: No. Not at all.
Antha1: No, she does not have a purple wig and two swords. What are you even referencing.
Gloyd Orangeboar: I guess.
I am a burglar: Beats me.
Creamy Buttercap: Are you talking about Pale Girl?
Drunken Hamster: Well, you'd be too, if you've gone through what she went through.
UltraTech Cinder: Indeed she is.
Blackjacket sat on a couch in the basement, silent, as Rob sat next to him, one giant arm slung around his shoulder to keep him from trying to escape. Rob was currently watching television, flipping through the channels.
The other three had left Rob to guard their hostage while they remained in the living room upstairs, trying to pass the time as they waited for the Freaks and the weird zombie girl to inevitably leave the room.
Blackjacket wasn't known for his talking, especially to strangers. He hadn't been much of a talker even before his infection. However, the anxiety and boredom was starting to get to him.
"So, is this all you guys do to pass the time?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders as much as he could. "You just watch. . . that?"
"Yep," Rob said, his eyes still focused on the screen. He was still flipping through the channels, and stopped when he saw an episode of The Walking Dead playing. Setting the remote down, he slouched on the other side of the couch to watch the show.
He let out a chuckle when a man got his head bitten off by a zombie. Blackjacket, on the other hand, felt a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, and tried to divert his eyes away from screen. This didn't go unnoticed by Rob.
"What, are you scared?" He asked mockingly. "Isn't this what life is about?"
"Eh," Blackjacket said as he forced himself to watch the television screen. A swarm of zombies were now on the screen.
"Is that what you plan to do to. . . them?" He asked, pointing upstairs. Rob nodded.
"Then Freak will be a Freak no more," He declared. "We just got to wait for them to leave."
Blackjacket went silent again as he and Rob watched the TV. A few minutes passed without a word from either of them, when Rob suddenly exclaimed, "I'm bored."
Flipping the TV off, Rob started rummaging through a bunch of video games on the drawer. He found Left 4 Dead 2 game.
"Ah, my favorite one," Rob said as he pushed the game disc into the XBox machine and waited for the game to start playing.
"Hey, I love that game," Blackjacket said as the screen turned one, and he recognized the popular zombie game.
"I thought I was the only one who still did," Rob said, a hand on his heart. Quickly, he passed Blackjacket one of the remotes.
"You know, you're a weird type of guy," Blackjacket noted. "The one person I've met that's as smart as you guys is Yellowjacket?"
"What's that?" Rob asked as he selected which game mode to play. He decided to play as the zombies.
"The girl," Blackjacket noted. "You know, yellow hair. Yellow. . . jacket." He pulled on his own jacket. Rob nodded, and said, "Oh yeah. Oh well, shut up and let's play."
The game turned on, and the two players were immediately met with the survivors, shooting at them.
Upstairs, Yellowjacket, Bill and Jill had been thinking on what course of action to take when they were suddenly alerted by the sound of gunfire coming from downstairs.
"Whoa! What's happening?!" Bill asked, jumping out of the bed. Yellowjacket snapped up.
"Freaks?" She immediately guessed. That was the only conclusion she could reach. She remembered that Blackjacket was downstairs, and she instantly bolted towards the door. Before either Bill and Jill could stop her, she threw the door open and shouted, "Blackjacket!"
"Oh, Fishy Uncle Candy Kanes!" Bill shouted out as he grabbed the gun and followed his daughter out of the room.
Jill stood still, and said, perplexed, "What?" Before she, too, bolted out the door.
George, Mary and Shelley were playing cards on the table when they heard the sounds of bullets coming from downstairs.
". . . Is Rob playing that stupid game again?" Shelley asked, baffled. Before the other two could respond, they all heard a battle cry coming from upstairs. All heads snapped upwards to see Yellowjacket trapeze over the railing and onto the floorboards.
"What the f-" George started, but was cut off when Yellowjacket grabbed a vase and hurled it at him, which he dodged by slightly tilting his head.
Yellowjacket rolled to the side, grabbed a plate, and chucked it at the three zombies, who scrambled to dodge it. She rolled again, grabbed a flower pot, and hurled it at Shelley, who dodged. She then shouted, "Hey, stop breaking our stuff!"
Yellowjacket rolled to the side, and promptly crashed into the wall. She crashed onto the ground, dazed.
"Ow," She whispered, rubbing her head. The three zombies stared at her, perplexed, when a bullet flew past their heads and through the window. The three spun around to see Bill holding a gun on them.
"Not another step," He warned, cocking the gun. Jill stopped on the stairways as she saw them.
Shelley stared up at the two, then whispered, "Mary, hit the decks."
"Hit the what?" Bill said, lowering his gun. Quickly, Mary punched a specific part of the floorboards, causing the house to start shaking. Suddenly, a portrait fell off the wall and crashed onto Bill's head, sending him toppling down the stairs.
"Yes!" Shelley shouted, clenching her fists.
"Hey!" Jill shouted, offended, and she chucked a portrait at the three, striking Mary in the face with it. She stumbled backwards and crashed onto the table.
"Mary!" George shouted, distracted, and was promptly punched in the face by Bill. He stood, stunned, then punched him back. The two started punching each other in the face rapidly. Shelley ran to join the fray, and was promptly punched by Bill, sending her flying into a wall.
Bill punched George to the ground, and shouted, "A-hah!"
George soon retaliated by reaching up, grabbing Bill's nipples, and twisting them, causing Bill to scream out and drop onto the floor. George got up, and was promptly kicked in the face by Jill. He crashed onto the ground with a black eye.
As Bill stumbled to his feet, Mary lunged at the two, knocking them back. Before she could do anything else, Yellowjacket suddenly sprang into the air and landed onto her back. She started pinching and scratching her as she struggled to pry the younger girl off of her.
"Hey! Get off of me! Get off!"
"I'll help you," George declared, and ran to try and grab Yellowjacket. The moment he grabbed her, however, Yellowjacket spun around and latched her teeth onto his shoulders.
"AUGH!" George shouted as Yellowjacket bit into his shoulder. He pried her off of him, and stood, shocked.
"Ow, ow, what the heck?" He said. "That really freaking hurts."
"I know it does, that's why I did it," Yellowjacket retorted.
". . . You're not very nice," George said. He was suddenly tackled by both Bill and Jill, and the three smashed through the door leading into the basement. The three stumbled down the staircase and landed with a heap on the floor.
"Bill?!" Yellowjacket said, jumping off Mary. "Jill?" She ran towards the basement, followed by Mary and Shelley. They stopped to see Jill lying on Bill, George's legs sticking out from under Bill.
The three ran down the stairs, and started to grab and pull the other three off of each other. As they did, Rob, who was sitting on the couch near them, paused the videogame, turned to the six, and said, "Do you mind?"
Shelley jumped up and stared at him. "What?"
"We are trying to play a game here," Rob said, his hands on his hips. By now, all eyes were now on him and Blackjacket. It was only then that the they realized that the two were playing a videogame.
Instantly, all six scrambled to their feet. "What?!" They all shouted.
Rob un-paused the game. "Anyways, let's see if you're as big a Freak-killer as you say you are," He said to Blackjacket. He nodded, and the two continued playing.
The six continued staring at the two in disbelief.
". . . I think I just had a brain fart," Yellowjacket said.
(In Yellowjacket's Mind)
"Well, we're not getting this stench out of here anytime soon," Pixie said as the emotions plugged their noses to keep from collapsing from nausea. Nerve accidentally breathed in the toxic air, and promptly slumped onto the ground, unconscious.
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