Antha1: Yeah, but what about everyone else.

Korrasami 88: From what?

NexusOscura: Ah, so many things are happening to this poor dead girl.

I am a burglar: Um, okay.

Gloyd Orangeboar: Well, we've established the zombies have enough personality to be obnoxious.

Candlehead: Who knows?

Al Drin Hoshizora: Nice.

MrScourch: Pale Girl is simply violent in general, and this partnership thing is pretty new to her.

Creamy Buttercap: Why are you trying to force this "Yellowjacket vs Pale Girl" thing.

Minty Zaki: Um, I guess.


"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Not quite yet. You're almost done."

"Rob, she's done."

"Shut up Shelley, we're still working."

"You're just using that as an excuse to stare at her jugs. Knock it off!"

"Okay, fine! Jill, you're done. Open your eyes."

Jill's brown eyes fluttered open. She felt different, and she put her hands to her face. Her skin felt harder. She pressed her hands away, and found red paint on it. She looked around at the garage where they were currently hiding in. Luckily, there were no zombies there aside from the ones in front of her.

"You did it?" She asked, staring at the five zombies for confirmation. "You made me look like one of you?"

"I. . . remember being a bit of a makeup artist," Mary said, shrugging her shoulders a bit. "There's a mirror, if you want to take a look."

Jill smiled a bit, and wandered to the nearby mirror to take a good look at her new look.

"That is one hard hour of work right there," Mary said, grinning.

"Wow," Jill said as she admired herself in the mirror. She had very pale painted skin that gave her a corpse-like appearance. She had been given black eyeshadows. Red paint was smeared on her mouth to look like blood, and the zombies had used blue markers to give the illusion of blue veins.

"Will this fool the Others," Jill asked, still somewhat doubting her appearance.

The zombies shrugged. "You know the Others," George said. "They're stupid." He then turned to see the Others staring at him with dull expressions.

"It's true," He said, shrinking down under their stares.

"Never mind that!" Jill shouted, standing up tall. "Let's find my daughter and husband!"


Yellowjacket didn't know what to think now that she was with her own kind now. She'd subconsciously knew that it was only a matter of time, but she still had never prepared herself for this moment.

The Others somewhat acknowledged her present, but not much. They didn't have the mind to. Some gave a passing glance at the new presence in the area, but that was all.

Most of the focus was on Pale Girl. Every time a passing zombie go to close, Pale Girl would hiss at them, warning them to stay back. One zombie lumbered up past Yellowjacket, and Pale Girl snapped at him with her fangs and claws. The zombie immediately limped away at a fast pace.

Yellowjacket narrowed her eyes at Pale Girl, and asked, "Where are we going?"

Pale Girl didn't respond. Yellowjacket initially guessed the other girl was trying to be cryptic, but she soon reached a different conclusion.

"We're not going anywhere, are we?" She asked. This caused Pale Girl to stop walking.

"You have no home do you?" Yellowjacket asked. Pale Girl's ear twitched.

"Why don't we just make a home here?" Yellowjacket asked, hoping not to receive a fierce rebuttal. Pale Girl hung her head and growled in her throat, attracting the attention of nearby zombies.

Pale Girl whirled around in a flurry of white and yellow, and she suddenly flew into the open door of the nearest building. Yellowjacket ran after her. The zombies stared at her, then went back to what they were doing.

"Are we making a home here?" Yellowjacket asked Pale Girl as she ascended up the stairs. Pale Girl let out a gagging sound, which Yellowjacket took to be a yes.

"Oh, that is great!" Yellowjacket said, giving a relieved smile. She ran up the stairs towards her, but Pale Girl turned and swatted Yellowjacket in the face. The girl stumbled, but did not fall.

Yellowjacket stared up at Pale Girl with the eyes of a confused young child. Pale Girl snorted and continued up the stairs. She found a room, and for a brief moment, Yellowjacket thought she could make out Pale Girl smiling.

The smile vanished, however, when Pale Girl noticed a few zombies were in the room. She let out a growl, then an enraged screech, and she scrambled on all fours into the room to confront the threat to her new territory.

Pale Girl immediately started screaming and thrashing at the other zombies, who were confused at the sudden knew arrival. Pale Girl stood up as tall as she was (which wasn't very tall), and threw back her shoulders to intimidate the other zombies.

A hand grabbed Pale Girl by the shoulder and yanked her back. Yellowjacket dragged a screaming and thrashing Pale Girl out of the room. The moment they were in the hallway, Yellowjacket let her go.

Pale Girl immediately started shouting something inaudible at Yellowjacket, who cut her off.

"While we're here, you will not do that," Yellowjacket demanded to Pale Girl. Pale Girl was breathing raggedly, her eyes staring at Yellowjacket. It appeared she hadn't anticipated this development in their pact.

"If we're to make a home here, you will not make. . . enemies," Yellowjacket stated firmly. She knew she couldn't show fear; if she did, Pale Girl would detect it and not take her seriously.

"Please," Yellowjacket pleaded, holding Pale Girl's hand.

Pale Girl closed her mouth, and her gaze wandered to the walls indignantly. She ran a clawed hand over her nose and wiped some phlegm from the roof of her mouth. She then snorted, and wandered off down the hallway.

Yellowjacket let her go. She knew Pale Girl needed some time alone. While her mind wasn't fully developed, she understood that this was a new development for Pale Girl, and one she needed some time to prepare for.

That, she would grant her new partner.


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