N/A: Okay people, seriously. Neither's blood is going to affect to affect the other in away way.

NexusOscura: George and Mary have black hair, Shelley is blonde, and Rob has red hair.

The Batista: Uh, sure.

Gloyd Orangeboar: Look up the definition of "blood brother/sister".

Al Drin Hoshizora: Uh-huh.

MrScourch: She pulled Pale Girl away so she'd stop shooting. She wasn't in the line of fire.

Antha1: Please look at the note at the top of the page.

Creamy Buttercap: Uh, they just had the opposite reaction.

Candlehead: No, she's a zombie.

Korrasami 88: She just became blood sisters with patient zero.

I am a burglar: What?

RileyA: Eh.


The four Others and the Freak were canoeing in the sea, heading in the direction of the nearby city docks.

"How long have we been in this boat?" Mary complained, lying on her back. Jill ignored her, trying her best to stare at the docks to make sure there weren't any zombies there. She noticed that they had stopped, and saw that the zombies had stopped rowing.

"Keep rowing," She ordered to the zombies. Shelley groaned, but she obeyed.

"But it's so boring," George whined.

". . . Why don't we sing about it?" Rob suggested. George's eyes widened in shock.

"No, you don't need to-"

"Row, row row your boat, gently down the stream," Rob and Blackjacket sang. "Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream."

"Ugh," George groaned, and smashed his head against the bottom of the canoe in irritation. Jill gave a passing glance, then continued facing forward.

"That was great," Blackjacket said, smiling cheerfully.

"Now, our style!" Rob shouted.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot your gun, blast the Freaks right now! Bang, bang, bang, bang, life is but a scream!"

"I thought the Freaks shoot us?" Mary pointed out. Rob shushed her.

"Hey, we're here," Jill said as the canoe started to enter the docking bay. The zombies all immediately jumped to their feet in the canoe, and in their rush they nearly toppled the boat over.

"Get down!" Jill ordered. "We don't know if there are more of. . . you out there."

"Oh," Mary said, sitting down. They hid in the canoe as they inspected the docks, trying to see if there were any zombies wandering close nearby. They saw none.

As the canoe reached the docks, the zombies were the first to get out. Jill exited last, holding the gun just in case there were any zombies nearby.

"You know, even if there aren't any Others here, we're bound to run into some," George pointed out to Jill. "Do you really want to come with us?"

Jill paused at this. That was a question she had trouble answering.


(In Jill's Mind)

"So, why did we come out here again?" Fear asked, for clarification.

"We came here to find Bill and Riley," Sadness reminded the other emotions. "Why else?"

"Oh," The emotions said, followed by a resounding sigh from all of them, followed by silence.

"So, how exactly do we plan on navigating through this city full of zombies?" Disgust asked, hoping she'd receive a good answer.

She got none.


Yellowjacket was walking stiffly through the empty streets, Pale Girl scampering on all fours, slightly ahead of her. Yellowjacket was keeping at a pace where she wasn't far enough to bail on Pale Girl, but she wasn't close to her either.

Pale Girl was facing forward, seemingly ignoring Yellowjacket. However, Yellowjacket knew that Pale Girl wouldn't truly let her out of her sight. If Yellowjacket tried to turn and flee, Pale Girl would come after her.

After all, they'd made a blood pact. Pale Girl wouldn't let her go back on that.

The gun was slung over Pale Girl's shoulders, Yellowjacket staring at it. She turned in the direction of the building, wondering what Bill was doing back there. She stopped waking.

Pale Girl stopped, turned around, and growled at her, demanding that she continue moving. Yellowjacket hesitantly obeyed.

Yellowjacket didn't know where they were going, but she guessed as far away from the building as possible. And that meant as far away from Bill as possible.

"Where are we going?" Yellowjacket asked, hoping that Pale Girl understood her. Pale Girl didn't respond. She just kept walking.

"What was the Boss planning to do?" Yellowjacket blurted out suddenly, saying the very next thing that entered her mind.

Pale Girl looked over her shoulder and stared at Yellowjacket with icy cold eyes. Yellowjacket froze.

Pale Girl said nothing. She did nothing. She just stared at her. It struck Yellowjacket as odd that this stare was the closest thing to actual hatred that she'd seen from the girl. Not all the times she'd torn someone open. That seemed more animal-like, or instinctual.

The glare in Pale Girl's eyes right now was hate.

Pale Girl continued walking. Yellowjacket stood still, unsure of what to do. A hiss from Pale Girl was what signaled for her to continue walking.

She didn't know how far the two had been walking, but she did notice that she was beginning to see more figures. Dead, lifeless figures.

Yellowjacket looked into an alley, and she saw the silhouettes of multiple zombies, crouched in a hiding spot. They shuffled away as they noticed Yellowjacket. Or, Yellowjacket thought, because they noticed Pale Girl.

Zombies were appearing on the roads now, and shambling on the sidewalks. Some zombies looked out of windows at the two young zombies that had arrived.

Once, it had been such a natural occurrence for Yellowjacket to see crowds of Others on the streets. But now, she was somewhat disturbed by their very presence. Pale Girl didn't seem bothered, though Yellowjacket figured it was because she was more feral than the rest of them.

As more of them appeared, Yellowjacket knew that she wasn't with the Freaks anymore.

She was in the zombie zone now.


Read and review.