NexusOscura: Well, they've made it this far in the city and survived. They're probably taking their chances.
ADeckofCards1234: Well, the Andersens have proposed a truce with the four intelligent zombies. Sawbones, Ghoul and Noose are still looking for Yellowjacket. And Yellowjacket and Bill are going back to their former house.
MrScourch: The reason Bill and Jill are quick to trust the four zombies is because of Yellowjacket and Blackjacket. Since they've grown used to more "intelligent" zombies, they're not as wary now.
Js: Yellowjacket already rethought about eating them.
The Batista: Indeed.
Al Drin Hoshizora: Yeah, yeah, yeah, moving on.
Korrasami 88: Do you have anything else to say? Seriously, what is she even in danger of at this point?
Burglar: How?
Antha1: Um, Pale Girl isn't at the Andersen's house.
Gloyd Orangeboar: Eh, I doubt he'd do much.
Creamy Buttercap: Typical siblings.
Bill was driving through the woods with Yellowjacket in the backseat. Ever since they'd left the cabin, the two were heading towards the main city. Occasionally, they'd notice a zombie walking through the woods, but they took no notice. The zombies couldn't hope to catch up with a car.
Luckily, the Andersen's house wasn't that far away from the forest. Bill made a turn to the left, and he was soon in the same neighborhood as their former house.
As they drove through the streets, Yellowjacket caught sight of several of the Others wandering on the sidewalks. She felt compelled to ask Bill, "If I unlock my past, will I become like you? A Freak?"
For a while, Bill didn't respond, and Yellowjacket thought he hadn't heard her. However, he eventually said, "We're not Freaks. We're normal, human beings. If you do remember, you may be cured. You'll be normal, just like you used to be."
"What will the Others think of me?" Yellowjacket asked, nervous. "If I become like you, then what will the Others do to me."
"I'll make sure they never touch you," Bill reassured her. They neared their house, and Bill said, "We're here."
Luckily, no zombies were nearby the house, it appeared. Bill looked around to make sure that nobody was there. Suddenly, Yellowjacket pushed the door open and walked outside.
"Stay," Yellowjacket demanded to Bill.
"But I-" Bill started.
"Stay on look-out," Yellowjacket interrupted him. "If the Others are around, they won't trust me if they see you with me." She then walked towards the house.
Bill got out of the car, in spite of what Yellowjacket just said, and followed her. Yellowjacket turned to stare at him, but didn't say anything.
"You're my daughter, and I'm not letting you out of my sight," Bill told her. Yellowjacket continued to stare at him, and then opened the door. The two entered the living room.
"I haven't been in this house for over a year," Bill said, remembering the times he'd spent there. The house was dirty, smelled bad, and needed to be aired out, but Bill still felt a sense of nostalgia from being in it.
Bill noticed a busted window from where the zombies had crawled through it the last time Bill had been at the house. He narrowed his eyes at it, then turned to Yellowjacket.
"So, what do we look for?" He asked.
"Something that could make me remember," She replied. "I've been in this house for nearly a year, but I could never find anything to jog my memory."
Yellowjacket started rushing through the house, upturning couches and tables to try and find something she remembered in her past. Bill watched form afar, and turned to the window occasionally. If he saw a zombie approaching, he and Yellowjacket would be leaving whether she liked it or not.
"Bill, look what I found!" Yellowjacket shouted as she picked up a hockey stick. Bill immediately shushed her.
"Keep it down," He whispered. "You don't want the others to come, do you."
"Oh," Yellowjacket whispered, lowering the stick. "What did I do with this?"
"You played hockey, remember," Bill said. "And man, you were the greatest hockey player I have ever seen. You were so good at it. The best!"
Yellowjacket smiled. She remembered when she and Blackjacket had played hockey in the woods before, at the time they met the Others in the cabin. her eyes wandered, and she jumped and let out a scream.
"What is it?' Bill asked. It was then that he noticed the dead rat lying on the floor near Yellowjacket, the same one she'd seen when she first moved into the house. Bill secretly wondered why they never bothered to remove the thing.
"You saw that when we first came here," Bill pointed out to Yellowjacket. The pale girl shivered, and nodded slowly.
The two were broken out of their thoughts when they heard a soft growling sound coming from behind the half-open door leading to the basement. Bill froze, and Yellowjacket turned her head to the door.
"Oh, no," Bill whispered, knowing what the sound was coming from. Yellowjacket stared through the door, and could just barely see a female zombie down the stairs. She had gray skin and long, wild hair. Her claws were longer than most of the Others.
The zombie appeared to be sleeping, sprawled on the floor, a deep rumbling sound coming from her throat. Bill tried to keep as quiet as possible so as to not wake her.
"We have to leave. . . now," He said to Yellowjacket.
"But. . . my memories," She whispered back.
"They're not as important as staying alive," Bill replied. Taking Yellowjacket by the hand, the two started tip-toeing past the basement and towards the door. However, Yellowjacket stepped on a weak part of the floor, and it made a creaking sound.
The zombie's eyes snapped open, and it let out a growl. Before Bill and Yellowjacket could move, the woman flew up the stairs with remarkable speed and agility. However, Bill slammed the basement door in the zombie's face, and she went soaring back down the stairs.
"Run!" Bill shouted, and he and Yellowjacket ran towards the door. The zombie recovered quickly and tore back up the stairs after them.
Bill and Yellowjacket ran out the door, followed closely by the zombie. As they did, they saw a black car drive down the streets. However, with the zombie pursuing behind them, they took little notice.
The two ran to their own car, but the zombie was too close behind. Suddenly, Yellowjacket spun around to face the zombie, hoping to try and reason with it.
Yellowjacket blocked the zombie's path, waving her arms in the air at no. "No," She demanded towards the zombie as it tried to side-step to the left, but Yellowjacket continued to block her.
"No, no!" Yellowjacket asserted, pointing a sharp finger at the zombie.
"Riley, get back!" Bill demanded. The zombie then shoved Yellowjacket to the ground and continued towards Bill. Before it could reach him, however, a bullet rang through the air. Bill instinctively ducked. The zombie collapsed onto the ground, a bullet wound in her shoulder.
Bill let out a breath of surprise, and turned to see who had shot the zombie. Standing outside of the car on the street, was a man dressed in black. A pistol was in his gun, aimed at where the zombie had been standing a minute ago.
Yellowjacket stared at the man, her legs buckling. Her arms shook, and her teeth chattered.
It was a Freak.
The man turned to Bill, who had just gotten up off the ground. He turned to Yellowjacket. Their eyes locked for a moment. Yellowjacket briefly wondered if he would shoot her next.
Then, the man lowered his gun. Yellowjacket breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come with me if you want to live," The man said.
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