Korrasami 88: You'll find out... eventually.

NexusOscura: Okay.

I am a burglar: Fine.

Al Drin Hoshizora: You didn't?

MrScourch: With all the "smart" zombies she's seen, yes, she's becoming more trusting. That, and this is her former group she's dealing with.

The Batista: What?

Gloyd Orangeboar: Seriously? It took you this long to figure it out?

Antha1: Ghoul and Noose are spending their time locked up in their room. Anyways, as for the Boss (and I'm saying this to everyone here) when he reveals his and Pale Girl's past, it's going to be the truth. No lies.


During the next few days, Yellowjacket continued the process of properly educating the Others in intellect. It was easier than she'd expected; over time, Yellowjacket had realized that she could communicate with Others in a way that they listened to her. And with Pale Girl by her side, things went by relatively smoothly.

"My name is Yellowjacket," She told the Other on the first day, and to demonstrate, she wrote her name on a large blackboard in huge letters with a marker. The word Yellowjacket soon adorned the black board. The Others hissed and growled towards her.

"You write using this," She explained to them, holding up the marker for all of them to see.

Next to her, Pale Girl nudged her, and pulled out her gun. Yellowjacket sighed, and took it in her hands.

"To shoot a gun, you pull this," She put her finger on the trigger. "If you can master that, that's one more advantage you have over the Freaks."

The Others all cackled out in response.

"It's working," Yellowjacket whispered to Pale Girl. The younger zombie hissed in response, and motioned with her arms. When Yellowjacket didn't get it, Pale Girl spread her arms wide, and then shut them together.

"You're telling me. . . how to trap someone?" Yellowjacket guessed. Had it been anyone else, that wouldn't have been Yellowjacket's first guess. However, she'd recognized that most of Pale Girl's thought processes involved violence.

Predictably, Pale Girl nodded, and laughed.

Yellowjacket sighed. She hoped that teaching the Others more tactics to be violent would be a secondary issue.

"Okay," She said, turning to the crowd. "This is how you-"


During some periods of the day, mainly the morning and the noon, Pale Girl would stalk off to the docks to be alone. She had a limited attention span, and frankly, Yellowjacket's (or was it Riley? She hadn't quite figured it out.) "education lessons" bored her if it didn't include battle tactics.

After all, they'd need that if they were to storm the Boss' hideout. Yellowjacket (she'd call her that for now) may not have been thinking in those terms, but Pale Girl knew it was only a matter of time before it happened.

"Hey!"

Pale Girl slowly turned around, her eyes narrowed. She saw it was that 'George' guy that Yellowjacket introduced her to some time ago.

'George' was currently holding a dolly.

"Since we're going to be staying here, I figured, since little girls like dolls, you'd like one," He said, an optimistic smile on his face.

It made her nauseous. The doll and his smile.

Before George could react, Pale Girl soared towards him and rammed right into him, sending him flying through the air. Zombies weren't that hard to topple.

"No!" George shouted out as he soared off the ground and into harbor below. Pale Girl heard a splashing sound, and then turned to walk away.

She wouldn't let them get their hopes up. She didn't have friends, and never would. She didn't need any.


Ghoul lay in her bed, her arms folded over her chest. Ever since she'd started regaining her memories of her past, however faint, one of the things she'd remembered was how much she hated crowded areas. And recently, the streets had become more crowded than usual.

"Ghoul, you got to get some fresh air," Noose told her. "Your skin's going pale."

Ghoul turned to stare at him. "My skin's always been pale," She reminded him.

"Oh," Noose said, a little embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the two heard a knock on the door. Ghoul snapped up, surprised. Who would be trying to get into her room?

Getting out of bed, Ghoul shuffled over to the door, wrapped a clawed hand over the doorknob, and swung it open. Standing at the door, she was met with four college-aged Others. Twins, who looked to be the youngest, a blonde woman, and a giant Other with red hair.

"Hi," George said to Ghoul. She noticed that he was soaking wet, and wondered where he'd been.

"Oh, it's just a bunch of kids," Ghoul sneered, and was about to shut the door when Mary put her hand forward, preventing the door from shutting.

"Wait, we're here because of a friend," Mary explained to the older woman.

"Who?" Ghoul asked, frankly uninterested.

"I. . . can't say," Mary muttered. Holding out a book, she said, "She wants us to educate you."

Ghoul blinked once, a dull look in her eyes. Then, she shut the door in the quartet's face. The four heard her shuffling back to bed, then slump down on top of it.

The four then turned to the end of the hallway, and Rob whispered, "Yellowjacket, come out?"

The blonde zombie girl peaked out from behind a corner. "How are they?" She whispered. She knew she was risking a lot coming here, especially since she knew Jill didn't want her to come anywhere near Ghoul and Noose.

"They're. . . fine?" Mary said, shrugging. "This Ghoul chick doesn't seem too happy, though?"

"You think she misses me?" Yellowjacket asked, half-hopeful.

"I don't know," George said, scratching his head. "Has she acted like this when you were here?"

Yellowjacket bit her lip. She truly wanted to go inside that room and show herself to Ghoul and Noose and reveal that she was fine. But what would Jill think? And what would Ghoul and Noose do if they found out how. . . freakish she'd become?

Yellowjacket sighed, and turned away.

"Come on, let's go back outside," She said, keeping her voice low so that Ghoul and Noose didn't hear her.


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