Korrasami 88: Well, those are my two main inspirations.
Al Drin Hoshizora: Why evacuate when there are more zombies outside?
I am a burglar: Um, sure.
MrScourch: It's less that he's a zombie, and more about what his past is with Pale Girl. As for Riley, I think she got over it (her identity crisis, that is).
Antha1: We'll see Sawbones soon. And yes, nobody else knows that the Boss is a zombie.
The Batista: Okay.
Candlehead: Okay.
Creamy Buttercap: Okay.
Minty Zaki: Well, the hero is a zombie...
Glody Orangeboar: See if that helps.
GalaxyEcho: Not really.
The Boss wandered through his dark corridors, still rubbing his sore head.
He didn't know how that canister had somehow rolled across the floor and into his path, especially since he had carefully placed it on the shelving rack. He figured it had gotten loose somehow.
He hoped that his men would return soon, and with Patient Zero in their grasp. Then, he hoped, he could continue trying to find that cure.
Then everything would return to normal.
As the Boss thought to himself, he thought he could hear faint screaming coming from downstairs. The screaming and shouting grew, and the Boss briefly wandered if a feral zombie had gotten into the building.
Before he could check out what was going on, he heard loud footsteps coming up the metal stairs leading to his personal quarters. A lot of footsteps.
The door swung open, and the Boss whirled around to see his men charged inside, Joe at the head. The moment they were inside, their eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
"What?" The Boss asked, curious. "Why are you here? What's going on?"
Joe opened and closed his mouth before speaking. "Y-You. . . you're a zombie," He sputtered, pointing a wobbly finger at him.
The Boss narrowed his eyes, and turned his head to see if Joe was talking to someone else. Turning back to Joe, he asked, "Me? No I'm not."
Joe's finger pointed up the Boss' eyes. "You're eyes," He whispered. "They're dead."
The Boss' eyes widened in shock. How could they see his eyes? He was wearing his-
The Boss tore down towards the nearest mirror to get a look at himself. Instantly, he saw, in his reflection, that he wasn't wearing the black sunglasses that concealed his eyes. He was wearing small, transparent glasses that revealed how he truly looked.
"But how?" He sputtered in disbelief. "Where did these come from?"
"Boss?" One of his men asked hesitantly. "What's going on?'
"Indeed," A new voice said, and the Boss whirled around to see Bill enter the quarters now, a gun in his hand. He raised the gun and pointed it at the Boss.
Instantly, the Boss knew who was to blame. "You," He growled, pointing a finger at Bill. He tore off his glasses and threw them away.
"I told everyone," Bill said. "They all know."
Desperate, the Boss asked, "So what if I'm a zombie? There are smart ones here, too."
"It's not that," Bill said, aiming the gun at the Boss, a dark glare in his eyes. "You have an obsession with Patient Zero, don't you."
"She's the cause of all of this," The Boss reminded them. "I have to find her, so we can find a cure."
"I believe you," Bill confessed, truth in his voice. He briefly lowered the gun, and said, "But how do you know she's Patient Zero?"
"What?" The Boss asked, irritated. Bill turned and kicked open the door leading to the Boss' dark room, revealing the picture of Patient Zero pre-infection.
"Did any of you guys notice that he had a picture of her before she was infected?" Bill asked. "I saw it at the hospital. You know something about her that you're not telling us, Boss."
"That's not her before she was infected," The Boss blurted out in a rage. "That's her in the first stage, before she infected me-" He shut up when he realized what he had just said.
Bill stared at the Boss hard. For the first time, he saw fear in the Boss' eyes.
"You know," Bill whispered. "You know what caused this whole infection. Tell us. . . tell me. . . how Patient Zero got infected."
The Boss stared at Bill with weary eyes. He let out a deep sigh.
"All I wanted was to help people. But instead, everything went to Hell."
Ever since Yellowjacket had gotten the attention of the Others, she'd spent the day trying to teach them basic human things. She tried to get them to speak properly, and how to write things, and also how to shoot a gun.
With Pale Girl by her side, the zombies listened, to an extent.
"Things are going to change around here," She told the Others, holding the gun up in the air. "Then, I have a plan for all of you!"
The zombies howled out in agreement, all surrounding her. Yellowjacket smiled a bit.
Turning to Pale Girl, she nodded to her. The feral zombie girl said nothing, but gave a fanged grin in return.
Standing at the side, Jill stood with her former group members. Turning to Sir and Bob, she said, "I want you to make sure that nothing goes wrong during all of this."
"Do we really?" Bob asked, sighing. Jill glared at him, and he took a step back and said, "Okay."
Turning to Sir, Jill whispered, "Also, don't tell anyone else, but I'm not really an Other."
"What?!" The group shouted out in surprise. Jill shushed them as some of the Others briefly turned to stare at them, before turning to look back at Yellowjacket.
"I'm in disguise," Jill explained to the group. "Don't tell anyone else this, okay?"
"Sure," Sir grumbled out, and turned to wander away with the group. Jill sighed, and then turned to the window where Ghoul and Noose were staying.
She narrowed her eyes. She just hoped those two didn't come across Riley while they were staying here.
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