Al Drin Hoshizora: Yeah I'm pretty sure everyone's going to side with the Others.

Korrasami 88: Well, what did you expect her to call him?

NexusOscura: I was actually planning to show Yellowjacket's emotions, really.

The Batista: Oh, really?

Gloyd Orangeboar: Moving on.

MrScourch: You know, I notice that you and Antha1 tend to give the reviews I love the most. First, Yellowjacket did bite someone (I actually edited the last chapter to make it more clear). One of your two guesses was correct.

Creamy Buttercap: Your chocolate knife won't do jack.

Candlehead: Maybe...maybe not.

I am a burglar: They don't want your money.

Antha1: General or not, Jill's still Yellowjacket's mom.


Bill and Margaret quietly walked up the stairs leading to the Boss' personal quarters. The metal stairs clanged whenever they stomped on it, so they had to tread carefully, lest a guard hear them.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Bill opened the door, and stepped inside. Turning to Margaret, he said, "Last chance. Go back."

Margaret paused a moment, then shook her head. Bill sighed, and gestured for her to follow him as they entered the dark corridors. Margaret huddled up next to Bill for protection.

"What are we looking for?" Margaret whispered.

"Something's odd with the Boss," Bill said. "There's no way my daughter freed Patient Zero without a reason. He knows something about that girl, and I'm going to find out what."

"The Boss is up here, though," Margaret warned.

Bill stopped, and turned to stare at her. "I spent a year having to sneak past hordes of zombies," He pointed out to her. "You think that's easy?"

Margaret was about to say something, but then shook her head. The two heard snoring coming from a room that was slightly opened, and the two tiptoed towards it. Staring through the crack in the room, the two saw the Boss, lying in his bed.

Bill raised an eyebrow. Even in sleep, the Boss was still wearing his sunglasses.

"Look," Margaret whispered, pointing at the wall. Boss looked up at the wall, and saw a familiar photo plastered on it.

The picture showed a sickly looking girl dressed in a patient's outfit. She had pale skin, white hair that looked to be falling out, and seemed to be about ten years of age.

Bill's eyes widened as he quickly realized that he was staring at none other than a pre-infected Patient Zero.

Bill stepped away from the room, deep in thought. Why did the Boss have a picture of Patient Zero before she was infected. It became clearer now that he must have had something to do with the girl prior to her becoming a zombie.

"Look," Margaret whispered once more, gesturing to a table. Bill turned to it, and saw the table had several knives, needles, and darts on them.

Bill walked over to the table. He recalled hearing a crash above right before Yellowjacket and Patient Zero fled; could it be that it was the table that he'd heard fall.

turning to Margaret, Bill said, "Something happened up here. And the Boss knows it."

The two heard footsteps coming from within the Boss' room, and they quickly ran to hide. Moments later, the door opened, and the Boss shambled outside into the corridors. He wandered towards the table.

Bill and Margaret hid in a dark corner, out of view of the Boss. They watched as the Boss lumbered through the room absentmindedly.

Like a zombie.

Bill's eyes narrowed, and his gaze wandered to the Boss' glasses. He wanted those glasses off.

Bill's eyes turned to a shelving rack, which had an empty container on it. Thinking quickly, Bill grabbed the container and, and rolled it in the Boss' direction. The Boss didn't see the container, and his foot landed on the rolling container. The Boss soundlessly slipped through the air, and landed on the ground with a thud.

Just as Bill hoped, his glasses clattered off his face and onto the ground.

"Move," Bill whispered to Margaret, and the two walked towards the Boss, who was rubbing his sore head. Bill suddenly grabbed Margaret's own glasses, pulled them off, and set them on the ground next to the Boss without him noticing.

Still concealed in darkness, Bill and Margaret watched as the Boss uncovered his eyes.

Bill and Margaret almost gasped, but they stayed quiet.

The Boss had lifeless eyes, just like a zombie.

The Boss reached out, and his hands rested on Margaret's glasses. As he picked up the glasses, Bill rolled past him and grabbed the Boss' real glasses. Then, he and Margaret took off down the hallway before the Boss could react.

The moment they were out of earshot, Bill and Margaret ran towards the door, closed it, and rested against it, breathing heavily after their lucky escape.

Margaret looked up at Bill, her own lifeless eyes contorted in shock.

"He's a. . . he's a zombie," She whispered in surprise.

Bill nodded. Now that he knew the truth, he wasn't going to keep it to himself.

Everyone in the building needed to know the truth now.


Yellowjacket walked through the building towards Pale Girl's room. After the Freaks had fled, Pale Girl had returned to her building and taken the gun as well.

Yellowjacket reached the door, opened it, and walked in on Pale Girl as she was pacing. Pale Girl turned and growled, but Yellowjacket stood tall and strode in without showing any fear.

Pale Girl flinched as Yellowjacket's new confidence. As Yellowjacket approached her, she shrunk down a bit.

The moment she was within arm's reach, Yellowjacket extended an arm to Pale Girl. The feral zombie stared at it, hesitant.

"Come on," Yellowjacket said. "Things are going to change around here."

Pale Girl narrowed her eyes. Yellowjacket gestured to her, and started walking to the door. Hesitantly, Pale Girl stalked after her on all fours. The moment they left the room, Pale Girl got onto her feet, and the two walked through the building.

Before long, they were joined by Yellowjacket's five zombie companions. Pale Girl kept a distance away from them, not saying a word.

The moment they left the building, the seven walked out into the crowd of zombies. Yellowjacket shook Pale Girl, and the feral girl let out a growl to get the zombies attention.

Yellowjacket walked up to a car, stood onto it, and stood tall so all the zombies could see. Holding Pale Girl's gun in her hands, she raised it above her head.

Once she was sure all eyes were on her, Yellowjacket spoke.

"No more will Others be alone!" She shouted out. "Together! We are powerful!"

The zombies all crowded around, staring at the strange zombie girl. Pale Girl glared at them, hissing to make sure they were all listening.

"Others! Are! One!" Yellowjacket shouted out to them. "Alone, we are weak! Together, we are strong!"

Surprisingly, the Others listened.


(In Yellowjacket's Mind)

"What are we doing?" Nerve whispered nervously. "Why are we attracting attention to ourselves?"

"It's time for the Others to regain their. . . smarts, I think," Star explained to the purple emotion. "With Yellowjacket leading the way, we'll steer them in the right direction yet!"

Teardrop walked up. "What about Ghoul and Noose?" She asked. "Aren't they here? Mother told us not to go near them."

"Yeah, that," Star said, a little conflicted. "Hopefully, they won't notice us. But enough of that. It's time for these Others to become human again!"


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