Finally, a chapter that got ten reviews. I've been waiting for that.

Al Drin Hoshizora: Yes, you got the title right.

Korrasami 88: I thought you said you'd make your reviews more detailed?

Kevinkocher1: I have no idea what that is.

Gloyd Orangeboar: The whole point was that they WEREN'T mindless.

I am a burglar: Indeed.

Antha1: Just something the big guy likes to say.

Drunken Hamster: Um, okay then. No fighting, though.

UltraTech Cinder: I've only played the game once. As for Zuul, see Antha1's response.

Creamy Buttercap: So much fun.


A half hour later, both groups were standing in the ruined living room.

"What in George A. Romero's name is going on?" Shelley asked as she rubbed her temple. "Seriously, what the heck is going on?!"

"There is a perfectly rational explanation for this," Blackjacket reassured her. Yellowjacket noticed that he was now trying to form long sentences. He appeared to be taking after her.

"Oh, like how it was rational to be playing a video-game with your captors?" George asked, his arms folded, his gaze on Rob. The large zombie shrugged his shoulders.

Yellowjacket was standing in between the two groups to keep them from tearing each other to pieces. She was currently holding Bill's gun. She stared at Bill and Jill, then at the zombies.

"So, who are you?" She asked the zombies, pointing the gun at them.

"I'm George," George introduced. Pointing to his twin, he said, "That's my twin sister Mary. And those two are Shelley and Rob. I don't really know how we came to live with them?"

"And you live here?" Bill asked. When the zombies nodded, he said, "So, we were living with zombies for, what, two days?"

"You have no problem living with them," Mary said, pointing at the kids. Jill side-stepped in front of her and said, "That's different. They're. . . smart."

This caused Bill to ask a question that he'd been wondering since he met those zombies. "Speaking of which, what about you?" He asked, pointing at them. "You can talk. You can play video-games. You watch TV. How are you zombies?!"

"We've always been a cut above the rest," Mary said, though she didn't elaborate. Bill squinted his eyes, confused.

"Seriously, that's what you call us?" Yellowjacket asked. "Zombies? Aren't they. . . dead? I'm not dead."

Bill, realizing that he'd offended his daughter, turned and said, "No, it's not like that. You're different from them."

Yellowjacket spread her arms and shook her head, a confused look on her face to indicate that she didn't understand what he meant. "So, what am I?"

"You're our daughter," Jill reassured her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Nothing will ever change that."

Unfortunately, the four adult zombies felt the need to explain their own opinions. "You know, she is rather weird," Shelley quipped. "I mean, she's hanging out with Freaks. I thought we ate Freaks. What, is she some kind of Freak, too?"

Yellowjacket felt a chill down her spine. "I am one of you," She said, shivering. "I'm not a Freak."

"Of course you're not," Bill said. "You're normal." The moment the words flew out of his mouth, he stopped and said, "Wait, what?"

"So. . . she is a zombie?" George asked, scratching her head.

"I'm not a zombie!" Yellowjacket declared, an aggressive edge to her voice. This caused the zombies to step backwards.

"Then what are you?" Rob asked, after a tense silence.

Yellowjacket dropped the gun. Her head whipped around at her parents, then at the Others. Finally, she grabbed hold of her hair and pulled on it, screaming out.

"Shut up!" She shouted out. "All of you, shut up!"

Before, anyone could stop her, she then tore towards the barricaded door. She violently hurled away all of the objects blocking it and then took off through the door and out into the woods.

"Riley!" Jill shouted out, an arm outstretched after her.

"I thought her name was Yellowjacket," Rob said. He turned to Blackjacket, who shrugged. There was a silence.

After a while, Rob said, "Oh well, we got a game to finish." With that, he and Blackjacket headed downstairs to the basement to finish playing the game.

The moment the two were gone, Bill put his hands on his sides, turned to the three remaining zombies, and said, "Oh good, you made our daughter self-conscious. Thanks a lot!"

George stared at the open door where Yellowjacket had left, then shrugged and simply said, "Women."


Yellowjacket sat on an outstretched tree branch a good distance away from the cabin. She hugged herself tightly, and rocked slightly on the branch.

"I'm not a Freak," She said to herself. She felt the cold wind against her skin and hair, and she took a deep breath.

"I'm not a Freak. I'm not a Freak. I'm not a Freak..."

She stopped when she heard a screech coming from in the woods. She turned, and saw, silhouetted in the dark forest, a lone zombie lumbered through the forest aimlessly. It didn't notice her as it limped past the tree.

As she watched it, mindless of its surroundings, she wondered: if she wasn't a Freak, then was she supposed to be that thing.

Zombies, was what Bill and Jill called then. But zombies were supposed to be dead. The dead that had been brought back. Yellowjacket wasn't dead, was she?

"I'm not like them," She said to herself bitterly. "I'm not..."


(In Yellowjacket's Mind)

In the Headquarters, a bright red light was blaring in the room. The Headquarters had turned dark again, and the locations had been shut down.

"This is bad!" Nerve said, running around in a panic. "This is really bad! Yellowjacket's having an existential crisis! We're doomed!"

Star was standing at the console, trying to figure out how to get it back into control. "I don't get it!" She said, pressing random buttons to try and change something. "What's going on?"

"She doesn't know what she is," Pixie explained. Oddly enough, she wasn't panicking, unlike the other emotions.

"What?" Star asked, turning to stare at her.

"She's wondering what she is," Pixie said. "She identifies with those Freaks, but she herself is not a Freak. On the other hand, she doesn't identify with the Others, but she technically is an Other. But if she doesn't identify with those who are like her, but identifies with those were are not like her, then who does she belong to?"

The other emotions were silent. The red light kept blaring.

"Wait, what?!"

Pixie groaned. "It's what Nerve said!" She groaned, exasperated. "She's having an existential crisis!"

"Oh," Brick said. ". . . I don't get it."


Several minutes later, Yellowjacket found that she wasn't alone on the tree branch. Before long, she was joined by Bill and Jill.

The three sat on the tree together, silent, as they wondered what to say. After a few moments, Bill said, "Well, this is an awkward situation, isn't it."

Yellowjacket gazed at him, but said nothing. She then turned and continued to stare off into the distance.

Bill put on a smile, and said, "Look, no matter what you think you are, zombie of whatever, you're still our daughter. Our monkey." He then made a monkey noise, ruffling her hair.

Yellowjacket turned to stare at him, and Bill realized that she didn't remember those memories. He went silent again.

A few minutes passed. After a while, Jill said, "Okay, we get it. You need to be alone. We'll leave now." The two started to get off of the branch and started climbing down the tree. However, before they could, Yellowjacket spoke.

"Jill, Bill, what's a daughter?" She asked.

The two paused. Then, they climbed back up the tree.

"A daughter is someone we care for," Jill said once they were back on the branch. "It's something you love. Our daughter is our whole world."

"But I thought I was a z-"

"No, you're our daughter," Bill interrupted. "We're your parents. I'm your father, and Jill is your mother. You are Riley Andersen, and we're your family."

"Family," Yellowjacket whispered.

She didn't know how, but she felt that she knew that word somehow.

"Let's go home," Bill pleaded with her.

"Home," Yellowjacket said, and she thought of the cabin. Was that her home now?

She felt that it was.

"Yes, let's go home," She said, and she jumped off the branch, followed by her parents. The three started to head back to the cabin.

As they did, Bill said to Jill, "Hey, remember our home back at the apartment?"

Jill nodded, and he said, "I wonder how they're doing?"

Jill shrugged, and said, "I bet they're doing just fine." She then kissed Bill.


Back at the apartment, the sounds of screaming filled the entire building.

"Joshua's down!" One woman cried as the three zombies surged through the apartment after the Freaks, biting and clawing everyone they could find.

"I lost my ipad!" One man cried.

"Oh my gosh, she's eating my son!" One woman shouted.

Sir was currently being dragged down by the zombie with blades in his hands. As the three zombies all loomed over him, Sir shouted, "Oh, how I wish the Andersens were here!"


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