Korrasami 88: Well we have to have some backstory in here.
Al Drin Hoshizora: Yeah, don't call him that.
MrScourch: The vaccine doesn't work after a certain period of time... specifically, when symptoms start showing.
I am a burglar: How will it affect your robbery missions?
Antha1: Bill just doesn't care.
The Batista: You talkin' to me?
Minty Zaki: I don't know.
Gloyd Orangeboar: He just explained how this thing started.
Creamy Buttercap: Of course he has a purpose: he's part of the Pale Girl's CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.
Js: That is all.
A hockey puck soared past Blackjacket's ear and cracked against the side of the brick wall.
"Score!" Yellowjacket shouted out in glee, raising the hockey stick in the air. Next to her, a group of Others watched on in vague interest, and some of them groaned out, "Yaaaaaaaayyyyy. . ."
"Are you sure you want to keep playing, Blackjacket?" Yellowjacket asked, lowering the stick. "You haven't scored one goal."
"Meh," Blackjacket said, looking away. "More interested in ACDC."
". . . What?" Yellowjacket asked bluntly.
Watching them, Bill and Jill's former group chattered among themselves. For a group of zombies, they were surprisingly talkative.
"Hey, I remember when I played ACDC," One of them pointed out.
"I remember when I still had my iPod," Another said bitterly. Their talking attracted the attention of Yellowjacket. The hockey stick in her hand clattered onto the ground.
"What's an iPod?" She asked the group.
"It's something you hold in your hand," Bob explained to her. "I should know; one guy had it before we were bitten."
Yellowjacket narrowed her eyes. "How do you know what your life was like before you were. . . you know?" She questioned. She knew she hadn't remembered her past until she met Bill and Jill.
Sir scratched his balding head. "So you see, when we woke up, we remembered each other," He said to him. "I remembered that one guy who had the bullet wound, and then I thought to myself 'Hey, that's the guy who you shot'."
"That was it?" Blackjacket asked, baffled. "I couldn't remember a thing when I got infected."
"Well, where were you?" Yellowjacket asked, one eyebrow raised.
"I was at a. . . concert," Blackjacket said. "Is that what you call it?"
"Yeah," Bob answered.
"Yeah," Blackjacket said, putting his hands in his pocket. "Then these weird guys ran in. One of them looked kind of ghoulish, one was fat, and the one that bit me had knives in his hands-"
"Okay, I think we've heard enough!" Yellowjacket interrupted. As all eyes turned to her, she shrunk down, her eyes shifting.
"Well, what are we standing around here for?" She asked, shrugging nonchalantly. "Aren't we playing hockey? Hockey, anyone?"
"You know, it's a good thing someone had a Warm Bodies book lying around," Shelley pointed out as she flipped through it. "I'm halfway through already."
"Hooray," Mary said sarcastically. She stood up, then said, "This shirt is stiff. I'm going to change."
"Yeah, you do that," George said, uninterested.
Mary was about to pull up her shirt, then said, "Could you. . . uh, look away. . ."
"What?" George asked, sitting up on the bed. "I'm your brother."
". . . Fair enough," Mary said, and started to change. As she did, the door swung open and Rob strolled in.
"Hey, so Patient Zero said she's. . . Sweet mother of Zuul," He covered his eyes and looked away as Mary paused, just in the process of putting on her new blouse.
"I knew this was bound to happen," Shelley said, shaking her head. "So, what did Patient Zero say?"
"She can talk?" George asked in disbelief.
Rob shrugged, and stepped out of the way. Immediately, Pale Girl ran towards the door, a fanged grin on her face.
The three Others' eyes widened. Pale Girl was out of her white dress, and was wearing a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. She almost looked like a completely different person, if she hadn't still looked like a feral child.
Pale Girl opened her mouth in a smile, and she nodded at the three, as if she was expecting them to comment.
"Um, you look nice?" Mary said, before quickly putting on her dress.
Pale Girl beamed, which looked very strange coming from a corpse-looking creature, and she dashed out of the room on all fours.
(In Mary's Mind)
"The heck was that?" Pixie asked, staring in disbelief at the door where Pale Girl once stood. "She looked like a female Tarzan if he stumbled upon clothes."
"Now, Pixie, remember your manners," Star said, waving a finger in front of her. "Besides, if was about time she got out of that dingy-looking dress."
"Oh, you mean like we did just now?" Pixie asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Yeah, we sure gave Rob an eyeful!"
"Yeah, great idea, Teardrop," Brick chastised the blue emotion.
Teardrop shrugged. "We didn't show too much. . . did we?" She asked.
"It's funny, but I wouldn't be complaining if we did," Star said, leaning on the console with a grin.
The four other emotions went silent, and stared at Star, their eyebrows raised.
"What?" Star asked.
In another section of the city, Sawbones shambled down the empty streets, grumbling. The three feral zombies shuffled behind him.
After he had met up with the three in the forest, he'd learned that they had encountered that woman who had taken Yellowjacket, but had let them get away. All he knew was that she was with a group now, and she had gone back to the city.
Thus, he was trailing her now. Hopefully, she'd find her and make her tell him where Yellowjacket was.
Sawbones' eyes were a little dull. He vageuly wondered where Ghoul and Noose had gone ever since he'd left them. He'd gone back to where he last saw them, but they were gone.
He snorted. First he'd lost Yellowjacket, and now Ghoul and Noose. What was next?
As he walked, he bumped into another Other walking down the streets. His knife lightly nicked the Other's thigh.
"Whoops, sorry," The Other apologized, tipping his hat to Sawbones. The knife-wielding Other paused in surprise as he watched the man limp away, his back straightened up.
Sawbones raised an eyebrow. Never had he seen an Other apologize before, especially for something so minor.
As he continued walking, he noticed something. A few little ones were playing in a nearby park, albeit in a demented way. One was tangling another on the swings, two others were playing hop-scotch, and several others were chasing after a squirrel, catching it, releasing it, and then continuing to chase it.
Sawbones scoffed, and turned to see an Other sitting on the bench, reading a Playboy magazine.
"Oh, my. . ." The Other said, stroking his chin.
Sawbones looked around in disbelief. He'd noticed he'd seen several Others acting strangely these last few days, but he didn't know why.
Grabbing the nearest Other, Sawbones roughly jerked her around to face him.
"What's. . . going. . . on!" He shouted, aggravated.
The woman shrugged. "It's a. . . girl," She rasped. She tapped her forehead. "Brainy."
"Who is she?" Sawbones asked, annoyed. When he found out where she was, he was going to make her pay for driving this city into chaos.
The Other's answer made his blood run cold.
"Yellowjacket."
The three feral zombies next to him stiffled when they heard the name. They looked up at Sawbones, who's face was contorted into disbelief.
After a moment's silence, he rasped, "Where?"
The Other pointed down the end of the street. "Close by."
Shoving the Other out of the way, Sawbones got onto all fours and dashed down the streets at a fast pace, the three Others following him closely.
"Yellowjacket!" He shouted as he rushed in the direction the Other had pointed in him. "I coming for you!"
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