Korrasami 88: Indeed.

Al Drin Hoshizora: No, not bullsh*t.

MrScourch: Well, you'll find out the answers to these questions soon.

Antha1: No, Patient Zero is Patient Zero. Just because the Boss is also infected doesn't mean he's the first one.

I am a burglar: The Boss hasn't lost his eyes, duh.

RileyA: Yeah, Riley's screwed if she can't communicate.

The Batista: Indeed.


Act III


When the Boss came out from the upper section of the building, Bill couldn't see his eyes, but he could see the scowl on his face, and the way he bitterly strode past the crowd, and he could tell that he was pissed.

The Boss walked up to Bill, and came to a stop. The two stared at each other, silent, and the Boss finally said, "Patient Zero is gone. Because of your daughter."

Bill took a deep breath, and looked around at the disappointed faces around him. All eyes were on him and the Boss.

"It seems your daughter ran off with Patient Zero, too," The Boss continued. "She's gone. And with Patient Zero gone, we won't be able to find a cure. I hope your daughter's happy."

Bill sighed. He didn't know why Riley had freed Pale Girl, but he knew she must have had a reason behind it. But he knew that trying to tell the Boss that wouldn't be a satisfying answer to him, so he said nothing.

The Boss turned away from Bill, and shouted out, "I want my men to go out to the nearest perimeters and find Patient Zero. They can't have gotten too far. Move out!'

Bill watched as a group of men with guns ran out of the building and into trucks, and saw them drive off in the direction Patient Zero and Riley had gone. He let out a heavy sigh as he watched them vanish.

He wished his daughter luck.


Pale Girl hadn't stopped running since they had left the building. Her hand still gripping Yellowjacket's wrist, almost like a handcuff, steely, painful, and not releasing what it was holding.

Yellowjacket was beginning to immensely regret having ever freed Pale Girl. She had no idea what the other zombie intended to do once she stopped running.

Yellowjacket took notice that Pale Girl had an odd way of running. Her back was always arched, as if in a constant pouncing position, and she'd always move by raising one foot in the air, then the other, as if taking a small leap. Every time she did this, Yellowjacket was dragged in the air as well. For such a small girl, Pale Girl was startlingly strong.

Pale Girl finally came to a stop behind a car, and she dragged Yellowjacket to the ground. Yellowjacket scrambled to get up off the ground, and found Pale Girl staring at her suspiciously.

Pale Girl was now on all four, moving to Yellowjacket's left, her eyes on her. Pale Girl then turned and starting walking to the right of Yellowjacket.

Yellowjacket sat up, and started scooting towards a car. Pale Girl hissed at her, her teeth bared. She skittered towards Yellowjacket, coming up so close that their faces almost touched.

Yellowjacket pressed her body up against the car as much as she could. Pale Girl's two clawed hands shot out into the car around Yellowjacket's head, her claws piercing and tearing into the car's metal effortlessly.

Yellowjacket gasped, and shrunk down. Pale Girl started sniffing the air around Yellowjacket, and once again stepped back. She eyed Yellowjacket suspiciously.

Feeling that communicating was her only chance of staying alive, Yellowjacket said, "My name is Yellowjacket. You-"

Pale Girl let out a loud hiss, cutting her off.

"Frreeeaaaa-" She hissed at her. Yellowjacket didn't know why Pale Girl kept saying that.

Pale Girl started skittering around the sidewalk, her head whipping around. She continued to sniff the area around her, as if trying to detect any other presence nearby.

Yellowjacket thought that Pale Girl was distracted, and got up and turned to leave. Maybe, if she was quick, she could get back to the building without Pale Girl noticing-

Yellowjacket saw a pale blur fly past her, and before she could move, Pale Girl was in front of her. She growled, and forced Yellowjacket back.

Yellowjacket collapsed onto the ground, realizing now that Pale Girl wasn't letting her leave. She was practically Pale Girl's prisoner now.

Oh, how she wished she was with Bill, or Jill, at this moment. But here she was, stuck with what may be the most savage zombie in the city.

Pale Girl's gaze left Yellowjacket, and she started sniffing the air. She growled, her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed Yellowjacket and started to half-drag her into an alleyway.

The moment they were in the alley, a large truck drove up nearby. Yellowjacket and Pale Girl remained hidden, staring at it as the window shield was rolled down, revealing two men's face.

"Is this where they went?" One man asked. Another man got out of the truck, a flashlight in his hand. He scanned the area, looking for any sign of the two zombies.

"They've got to be here somewhere," The man said. He shined the light in the alley, and he could just barely make out two figures in it.

"Hey, I think I see something!" The man called out. Just as the words left his mouth, the men heard a hiss, followed by Pale Girl flying out of the alley. Her hand whipped out and slashed the man's chest, causing him to cry out in agony and collapse on the ground, blood streaming from his wounds.

"Oh, crap!" The man in the truck said as Pale Girl came for him. One man started to step on the engines, and the other man tried to roll up the window shied, but Pale Girl pounced, her hand smashing against the window. The glass shattered into the truck, and it went veering off course. It crashed into a pole, destroying the engines completely.

As the man in the truck started to evacuate, Pale Girl ran to the man on the ground, and grabbed his gun.

Just as the men in the truck pulled out their weapons, a flurry of wild bullets sprayed in their direction. The man dodged for cover as Pale Girl wildly fired the gun at them.

Yellowjacket ran out of the alley, and grabbed Pale Girl under her arms. She started to pull Pale Girl away as the girl continued to fire her weapon.

The two girls stepped over the edge of a nearby hill, and they tumbled off the side of it. They rolled down the hill, and came to a stop at the bottom.

Pale Girl recovered first, and she looked up the hill, waiting to see if the men appeared. They didn't.

When they didn't show up, Pale Girl picked up the gun, and wandered towards Yellowjacket, who stumbled to her wobbly feet, clutching her wounded arm. Yellowjacket was breathing heavily, and her gaze met Pale Girl's.

Pale Girl stared hard at her, and Yellowjacket saw the gun in her hand. She wondered if Pale Girl planned to use it.

Instead, Pale Girl slung the gun onto her back, and grabbed Yellowjacket by the shoulder and pulled her close. She shook Yellowjacket, and nodded and grunted.

Yellowjacket didn't understand what Pale Girl was doing. She did when Pale Girl released her, before spreading out her hand. Using her other hand, Pale Girl sliced the palm of her own hand, letting black blood seep out. She then held out her hand to Yellowjacket, and grunted and nodded again.

Yellowjacket understood. Hesitantly, she pressed her own claw against the palm of her hand, and made a small cut. She flinched as her skin was pierced.

Her own blood, redder than Pale Girl's, seeped out of the wound. With that, Yellowjacket pressed her wounded hand against Pale Girl's. Yellowjacket stared as Pale Girl's long claws wrapped around her hand.

Their blood was unified now.

From now on, they were blood sisters.


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