Korrasami 88:...She did stop chasing her.
NexusOscura: Well, let's face it: if Yellowjacket and Ghoul had a proper reunion, Ghoul would probably have gotten shot.
Al Drin Hoshizora: Pale Girl's not dead. She's unconscious.
Burglar: Uh-huh.
Gloyd Orangeboar: No, unless you want a zombie apocalypse there, too.
Anonymous Guy: No, she's not finished.
MrScourch: You'll find all these things out.
Antha1: Huh, I never took Pale Girl shoving Yellowjacket as trying to save her. The other zombies mainly leave because Pale Girl tends to act hostile towards them.
RileyA: It could mean anything.
Creamy Buttercap: Dude, she's not dead.
Note: Don't know why I'm saying this now, but just to give you a fair warning: This is going to be a LONG story.
Yellowjacket's let her mind go adrift in the following events. She sat in the rear of the truck as it drove back to the Freak hideout. Pale Girl was dumped in the rear end with her, none of the men willing to hold onto her.
Yellowjacket watched Pale Girl's unconscious body, half-expecting her to suddenly pounce into the air and rip her to shreds. However, it appeared the tranquilizer had effected her. She did not stir at all.
Yellowjacket thought about Ghoul. She had almost forgotten how the woman looked like, until she'd seen her now. To think, they had been so close to reuniting, and at the same time, so far away.
"We're here!" The statement cut through Yellowjacket's thoughts like a blade. Turning her head forth, she found that they were parked at the hideout center.
Joe got out of the truck. "Wait until the Boss sees this," He told the others as he lightly jabbed Pale Girl's limp arm with his gun. "We finally got her."
As two men picked Pale Girl up and carried her to the hideout, Yellowjacket followed close behind, an anxious look on her face. Now that they had the Patient Zero, what did they intend to do with her?
Bill held Yellowjacket's hand as they followed the men into the building. The moment they were inside, one guy shouted out to everyone, "We got her!"
All heads turned to the group as the men presented the tranquilized Pale Girl to everyone present. Yellowjacket saw looks of awe as they set eyes on Patient Zero. Most of them had never been this close to her.
Yellowjacket recognized the red-headed girl, who she thought was named "Margaret", standing next to her mother. However, she was distracted when the doors above opened, and the Boss strode out onto the balcony above. He stared down at the group.
"You found her?" He asked, for confirmation. All eyes gazed up at him. Yellowjacket shrunk down as his gaze wandered upon her.
Joe carried Pale Girl and lifted her into the air for the Boss to see. His eyes were concealed by his glasses, so Yellowjacket could not see his expression. All she saw was his mouth stretch out, but not into a smile.
"Bring her up to me," He ordered, and turned to leave.
Joe shrunk down a bit, then carried Pale Girl towards the metal doors. He opened it, and vanished into the darkness. Then, the doors slammed shut, shaking the whole building. Just like that, the Boss, Joe, and Pale Girl were all gone.
Bill stared up at the balcony where the Boss was. Turning to one of the men, he asked, "What do you think will happen?"
The man shrugged. "The Boss doesn't come out often," He explained. "Hopefully, he'll work things out."
Yellowjacket ignored the conversation. She wandered away, through the dozens of people. Most of them avoided her as she passed by. Yellowjacket, herself, was still uncomfortable being in the presence of so many Freaks. Especially those with guns.
So it was then that she encountered "Margaret". She found her sitting on the floor, her mouth hanging open, a groaning sound being omitted. Her eyes looked dizzy and unfocused, and her legs were spread out.
Yellowjacket sat down next to her, and handed her a small candy bar she'd found. Margaret didn't notice.
"Hey," Yellowjacket said, and Margaret turned in her direction.
"Hi," Margaret responded. Yellowjacket couldn't shake the feeling that she knew this girl.
"Want to talk?" Yellowjacket asked, a hopeful smile on her face.
She got no reply.
Back at the cabin, Jill had lost all patience.
"They have been out there for WAY too long!" She shouted, getting up from the couch. The Others all clamped their hands over their ears.
"I'm going out there," Jill told the Others. "They must have gotten into trouble." She picked up a gun and prepared to head out into the forest.
"The Others are out there," Shelley warned her. "If they found Bill and Riley, it's probably too late already. I'd suggest you stay here, where it's safe."
Jill whirled around on the Others. "Don't you tell me what I can or cannot do!" She snapped at them. "I lost my daughter once; I'm not losing her again!"
The Others stepped back, including Blackjacket, who raised his hands in defense. There was a chilling silence before Jill spoke again.
"Now I don't care whether you decide to stay here or join me," She told them. "But I'm done waiting. I'm going out there myself."
The Others stood and watched as Jill passed through the door and vanished into the forest outside.
The moment she was gone, George said, "Well, I guess we have to go after her."
"But I hate going to the city," Mary whined.
"No, George has a point," Rob said as he got out of the chair. "We have to do the right thing here."
"Come on, let's go," George said, leading the Others out the door.
"You suck," Mary said bitterly.
"At least I don't swallow," George retorted. Mary's face went red.
The group exited the house, and stopped when they found that Jill hadn't even left. She was standing at the door, her arms folded and a sly look on her face.
"Well, look who decided to come along," She said, smirking. "I knew I didn't have to wait long."
"Sure thing, grandma," Mary said as she hugged herself and walked past her.
"Grandma, eh?" Jill said, and lightly shoved Mary as the group walked onto the pathway through the woods. Blackjacket let out a small laugh.
However, as they walked through the forest, they didn't notice three figures dressed in orange watching them with dull, lifeless eyes.
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