Creamy Butterap: Oh really now?
NexusOscura: Huh, I didn't notice Yellowjacket's ability to reason with enraged Others until now.
Al Drin Hoshizora: Maybe, maybe not.
Korrasami 88: Yeah, socialization to zombiehood :D
I am a burglar: *sigh*
MrScourch: It was established Others notice something's off with smell if they smell clean, so Jill might need to roll in some dirt. I didn't notice any "cost of rent" jokes.
Gloyd Orangeboar: You'd probably be tazered by the donut police.
Antha1:...Okay.
"You let them get away?!" The Boss shouted to the men sent to recapture Pale Girl and Yellowjacket. After the two zombies had escaped, the remaining men had returned to the building to relay the bad news.
"It wasn't our fault, boss," One of the men said, holding up his hands. "The girl just came at us! We didn't know what to do!"
The Boss waved him off. "Now, you told me Patient Zero acquired one of your guns?" He asked, irritated. "And she knows how to use it?"
The men nodded dejectedly. The Boss turned away from them, his mouth a thin line.
Bill and Margaret watched him from afar. Bill didn't think the Boss could get so angry, but he figured that would've been the result of having to be a source of order in a city of chaos.
The Boss straightened up. "Get all the gunners!" He ordered to Joe. "They couldn't have gotten far. I want you to send out all the available gunners and send them out to find them. I don't care where they are. Scour the city until you find Patient Zero!"
"But, boss," Joe started.
"Now!" Boss shouted at him. "I don't care how many Others you have to shoot! Find Patient Zero before we all lose our humanity!"
"On it!" Joe said, his voice trembling. He then ran off to inform every gunner. The Boss stood still, his head lowered.
Bill watched the Boss slowly. He noticed that the Boss was grumbling deeply in his throat. It was a low grumble, but Bill noticed that it sounded more like a growl.
The growl the Others made.
The Boss snapped up, noticed Bill, and said, "What are you standing around for. Go off and do something useful!"
Bill stared at the Boss, and cautiously turned his back and walked away, Margaret following him.
In a different section of the city, a group of zombies were wandering through a building when they were distracted by the sound of crying.
". . . What's that?" One zombie growled out to the zombie standing by his left. The zombies turned to the source of the crying, which was coming from within a small room, it's door half-open.
The zombies peaked into the door, and saw two zombies inside. One zombie was a young woman with tattered clothing and ghoulish skin, and the other was an older zombie dressed like a businessman. The female zombie was in the bed, her face buried in her hands, sobbing.
"Please Ghoul, stop crying," Noose pleaded to Ghoul to try to get her to stop crying. "We have to put this behind us."
Ghoul sniffled and wiped a tear away. "But I. . . I can't," She moaned, then proceeded to bury her face in her hands again. "She left us. Yellowjacket left us!"
"You're making a scene here," Noose mentioned, motioning to the zombies staring at them through the door. The zombies immediately stared off, pretending not to be looking. One zombie made a cheerful whistling sound.
Ghoul waved them off. "Oh, who cares about them?" She asked. "They didn't have to look after a child."
"We both knew some day Yellowjacket would have to leave us," Noose said to try and sooth her.
"Yeah, but for the Freaks?" Ghoul whined. "I mean, who knows where they've taken her? She's probably gone now, and we'll never see her again!"
Outside the building, Yellowjacket was wandering through the streets when she heard crying. She, along with the other zombies present, turned to a window high up on a building.
(In Yellowjacket's Mind)
". . . Does that crying sound familiar to you?" Brick asked, rubbing his head.
Star stroked her chin thoughtfully, then shrugged and shook her head. "Eh, it's probably one of those witches again," She said.
"Oh," The emotions said, nodding in agreement.
Pale Girl paced through the building, in deep thought; or at least, as deep as her thought process went.
She still didn't know why she did it. Why did she take that. . . thing under her wing. 'Riley' was what that man had referred to her as. Why had she done it, when this 'Riley' was responsible for her capture.
It didn't make sense to her. She'd never made pacts before; there was no need. She could take care of herself. So why had she made the blood pact with Riley.
The girl was a freak, Pale Girl knew it. She was like an Other, but also like a Freak. It was like she was some sort of mutated strand of the Others. Was this another one of the Boss' creations?
Pale Girl narrowed her eyes. She remembered the Boss all too well, and she knew she would never forgive him for what he's done. She'd find him some day and exact her vengeance upon him. And now that she had a gun, she'd be more formidable than before.
She saw a zombie lumbering down the hallway. It didn't notice her, and passed on.
Pale Girl narrowed her eyes. Maybe that was what she needed Riley for. As a communicator.
Riley could talk to both Others and Freaks. That could prove useful when dealing with the Others. Pale Girl wasn't a talker, so having a translator of sorts would prove beneficial, especially now that she was forced to mingle with the Others.
Pale Girl grimaced. Riley was a use to her now, at least until she could find the time to get her claws on the Boss.
Then her vengeance would be complete.
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