Okay, I'll be honest: I didn't know WHAT movie I was referencing with that last quote. I knew I was referencing something, but I didn't know what until you all pointed it out to me. Anyways...

RileyA: Refer to my above note.

Korrasami 88: You'll see soon.

Gloyd Orangeboar: They just did.

The Batista: They just did.

ADeckofCards1234: There are no bandits in the story. As for the latter...

Creamy Buttercap: Um, okay...

Al Drin Hoshizora: Because those four zombies don't appear in this chapter.

NexusOscura: Oh, good to see you care about the main character.

PotterPhantomKitten: Ah, I wished I'd see you here again. Well, on the hockey stick, earlier it was mentioned that several islands were up and running. Hockey Island is definitely one of them.

I am a burglar: Okay...

MrScourch: You know, now that you mention Meg... I have an idea!

Antha1: Wrong movie.


Bill and Yellowjacket didn't know how events could transpire at such a fast pace. It seemed like only a few minutes ago that they were driving through a forest, and even less time that they'd spent searching their former house.

So why were they now passengers in the seat of a man who they didn't even know?

But they were. Bill was in the passengers seat, and Yellowjacket was in the backseat. Her head was lowered, her hands shaking. She didn't know what the Freak would do to her once they reached his destination.

"So, what's the story behind you two," The man asked. He hadn't spoken a word to them since they'd gotten into the car up until this point.

"This girl. . . she's my daughter," Bill explained, after some hesitation.

"She's pretty pale, isn't she?" The man pointed out. Yellowjacket shrunk down into her seat, her nails digging into the seat of the car. She tried to keep her growling down so he wouldn't be suspicious of her.

"Oh, that. . ." Bill asked, feeling a beat of sweat down his forehead. "That's. . . uh. . ."

"I don't go out into the sun much!" Yellowjacket shouted quickly. "More an indoor person. Especially after this infection thing happened to the city. Man, this place is crawling with zombies, am I right?"

The man craned his head over to stare at Yellowjacket, his eyebrow raised. The girl's nervous smile faded away, and she gulped.

"I was checking up on the town to see if there were more survivors," The man said as he turned back to face the front. "But I didn't think I'd actually meet any."

"Yeah. . ." Bill said, shifting his eyes. "So, where are we going?"

"Where people from all around have come to hide," The man said. "Some have even come from other cities, too."

"Really?" Bill asked, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. He couldn't wait to tell his wife about this.

"Yep, apparently things are really bad in the other cities," The man pointed out, and his face briefly took on a disturbed look. Bill shared the look; he wondered just how bad things were in the other cities nearby that going to the hellhole that was San Francisco was a better option by comparison.

"We're almost there," The man said. Bill and Yellowjacket did notice that they were seeing some people on the streets. Uninfected people.

Soon, they were nearing a very large building. As they drove up close, the man stopped his car. A man stepped up to the window. Yellowjacket squinted her eyes when she saw him. Something seemed. . . off about him, but he didn't quite know what.

"It looks like you found someone, Joe," The man grunted out.

The man, that Bill and Yellowjacket now knew was named Joe, nodded. The man pointed to the direction of the large building up ahead, and Joe continued driving forward. As they passed the man, Yellowjacket plastered her face against the window to stare at him. The man stared back, and he grinned at her.

Yellowjacket let out a gasp. The man had fanged teeth.

"Did you see that!" Yellowjacket shouted to Bill. "That man, he's a. . ."

"So," Joe asked, referring to Bill. What he said next made his blood run cold.

"When did your dead daughter start to think again?"

Bill's jaw dropped. Yellowjacket froze. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She just laid back in her seat as the dread of realization filled her. She knew that her time was up.

The man knew.

"It's alright," Joe said, as if reading her thoughts. "We're not going to hurt you. We've come across a few of your. . . types these past couple of days. You got nothing to fear."

Bill and Yellowjacket both let out a relieved gasp. She remembered the man she'd just seen.

"There are more of me?" She asked for confirmation. She remembered Blackjacket, and the four smart Others in the woods. Were there more of them out there as well?

"Not a lot," Joe affirmed as he stopped the car. "We don't know what's causing you guys. I, personally, think it's some sort of new breed." He unbuckled his seat-belt.

"My daughter's not a 'breed'," Bill snapped at Joe as they stepped out of the car.

"Sure thing, man," Joe said, putting his hands up. "But you got to admit, she's different from the rest. She should be able to fit in with her own kind here."

"There are more of me?!" Yellowjacket shouted, an excited smile on her face. "I want to meet them!" She raced to the building, but Joe grabbed her by the arm with a gloved hand.

"Whoa there, miss," Joe said as Yellowjacket wrenched her arm free. "There may be more of you in here, but don't get the right idea here. There's more of us, and you got to be careful. Racing in here like a maniac will get you shot. I've seen it."

Yellowjacket's hopeful smile vanished and was replaced with a gloomy grimace. "So, it really is still a building of Freaks," She mumbled to herself.

"What did you say?" Joe asked.

"Nothing," Yellowjacket said, straightening up. Joe stared at her suspiciously, then led the two towards the building. Bill and Yellowjacket couldn't help but be in awe at how massive it was. It was easily the largest building they'd ever seen.

As Joe prepared to open the door, he said, "I want you two to meet someone."

"Who?" Bill asked.

Joe turned to face them. "The boss," He said. "He may have some use for the two of you."


Ghoul, Noose and Sawbones rejoined on the streets near the building. They'd just come back from searching every area nearby, but they still hadn't found any sign of Yellowjacket.

"She's not here," Noose said. Sawbones and Ghoul glared at him, and Noose shrunk down.

Sawbones eyes glimmered with anger and frustration. He stared down at the picture of Bill, and he crushed it in his hand. When he found that man, he would tear his heart out.

He turned to Ghoul and Noose, who were both staring at him. Sawbones growled and swung his knife at the two, and they both jumped away in surprise. They cowered from it.

"Stay here," Sawbones demanded to the two. Then, he slunk off down the streets. Ghoul and Noose watched him as he vanished from view.

"Why does he have to be so scary?" Noose asked Ghoul, who shrugged in response. The two wandered away from the apartment building, and soon reached a nearby bar tavern. A few zombies were wandering in it.

Ghoul stared at the bar. She thought she recognized him from somewhere. Wandering away from Noose, she opened the door and walked into the tavern.

A few male zombies turned to gaze at her. Ghoul took no notice and sat down on one of the stools. Noose followed afterwards, trying to avoid the larger, more imposing zombies that stood around the door. He took a seat next to Ghoul.

Ignoring the staring coming from the other zombies, Ghoul closed her head and rested her head on the table.


(In Ghoul's Mind)

"Man, this place brings back memories," Star pointed out to the other four emotions. Star was dressed in a black dress, and was wearing black eyeliner and lipstick.

"What memories?" Disgust asked. "We ran out on those a long time ago."

"I know," Joy replied. "But I can't help but feel that I. . . know this place."

The other emotions nodded, and sighed.

They didn't notice that, behind them from within the non-functioning core memory circular tray, one of the memories was starting to glow...


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