Al Drin Hoshizora: *sigh*

Js: Lazy indeed.

Korrasami 88: Great...

I am a burglar: Uh-huh...

MrScourch:...That's why Riley was going to use strategy (referring to your third point).

Antha1: Huh. I actually forgot about that.

Creamy Buttercap: Btw, where's the others? Where's Gloyd, and Minty, and stuff?


Jill, Ghoul and Noose ran as fast as their legs could carry them. They weren't fully aware of the circumstances, but they knew that if it had gotten nearly the entire city to move, it must be bad.

"You know, I didn't know zombies. . . I mean Others, could run so fast," Jill commented to the other two as the raced down the street. "But, then again, there's a lot of things about zombies I didn't know about 'till I met one!"

As they ran, Noose pointed out, "So, we saw Sawbones' cronies attacking in the streets earlier! I think they have to do with why everyone's moving!"

"Who?" Jill asked.

"Sawbones, the guy with the knives!" Ghoul explained to her. "He lives in a big asylum, I think, we these feral people!"

"I think he must have released them!" Noose said. "We have to tell the others before something really bad happens!"

"We're never going to get there in time on feet!" Ghoul pointed out to them. It was then that Jill noticed a parking garage nearby, multiple cars and trucks nearby. She immediately stopped running, signalling for Ghoul and Noose to do the same.

A smirk appeared on Jill's face as she saw the cars.

"Who says we have to go on feet?" She asked.


Back in the Freak building, things had quickly devolved into chaos. When news that the entire city's population of Others were converging onto their location, the Freaks had instantly panicked.

Some of them fled to the basements to try and find some place to hide. Others took the opposite approach and dashed upstairs to find some high ground. A few even tried to escape from the building itself, but they were immediately detained by the guards.

"Are you crazy?!" One guard asked one of the fleeing women. "If you run out there, you'll be swarmed in seconds!"

In spite of this, the people continued to panic. In the chaos, Bill and Margaret ran through the crowded space, trying to find Margaret's mother.

"Quiet!" A booming voice shouted from above. All heads whipped up to see Joe, a microphone to his mouth. Once he saw that he had everyone's attention, Joe resumed speaking.

"Everyone, I know why you're scared!" He said, loud enough so everyone heard him. "We've all had our nasty encounters with ferals in the city! Now, they may have us outnumbered, but we must remember that we have something they don't!"

He paused for a moment, letting his last sentence reverberate throughout the building. Finally, he said, "We have our brains. The ability to think, strategize, and persevere."

The crowd stood still, reinvigorated by Joe's words.

"What we're facing is a crowd of mindless, walking corpses! They do not have the resourcefulness that we possess. Now, we are going to show them the might of true manpower, and they will not be able to withstand it!"

As he spoke, the crowd heard a loud banging on the building's door. Joe instantly stopped talking when he heard it.

A silence ensued, and a voice, outside the door, shouted, "The Boss. We want the Boss!"

". . . Is that George?" Bill whispered to Margaret, who stared at him in confusion, not knowing who he was talking about.

"Bring out the Boss, and nobody will get hurt!" The voice, identified as George, commanded through the door.

"Zuul!" Another voice shouted as well. The crowd stared at the door in confusion.

"Shut up, Rob!" The first voice shouted.

". . . Sorry," The second voice apologized.

"They can talk?" One man asked out loud. The crowd murmured in curiosity.

"There's more of us out there?" One of the more intelligent Others murmured. The Other in the building instantly stood up and wandered to the door in shock.

"Get back!" Joe shouted down to them, and the Others instantly recoiled. Looking to the door, and directing his following words to whoever was behind it, Joe defiantly shouted, "Screw you!"

There was another silence, and the voice behind the door let out a sigh. "I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way," The voice said.

Joe turned to one of his men and said, "Get all the gunners and send them out. We're going to blast those zombies to pieces! Now do your job!"

Bill watched as the man went off to get the guards. He looked to the door, conflicted. He knew his daughter was bound to be with the Others, if she was still alive.

As much as he wanted to speak out, he knew nobody would listen.

He simply hoped Riley would make it out alive.


A few minutes later, the doors to the building swung open. Instantly, dozens upon dozens of armored men armed with machine guns and other artillery marched out through the door to meet the swarm of Others on the streets for battle.

"Shoot to kill, men!" One of the leading men reminded the others. They loaded their guns, and rushed out of the building, guns aimed. Soon, hundreds of gunmen were on the streets.

Then, the men stopped.

Outside the building, the streets and sidewalks were vacant. The hundreds of thousands of Others they had been informed were crawling on the streets had totally vanished. It was as if nobody had been there in the first place.

"Where did they go?" One of the men whispered as he looked around. The men all took a perimeter, trying to find evidence of an Other nearby.

". . . Did we scare them off?" One man asked hopefully.

He was soon proven very wrong. Just then, the men heard the sound of screeching metal on the ground. The men turned to the direction of the noise, and they all let out a collective gasp as they saw several armored buses, overturned on the street. They were all forming a line on the street, and they were being pushed towards the men by an unseen force.

It didn't take long for the men to realize what was happening. "They're behind the buses!" The leading man shouted, and instantly, the men took aim at the buses and fired their bullets at the buses.

It was no use. The bullets ricocheted off the armor, and the Others continued moving the buses forward. As they did, several more Others appeared on the other streets, this time moving overturned cars, trucks, and other vehicles towards the building.

The men found themselves being boxed in, but they continued firing regardless, not realizing the hopelessness of the situation.

Behind one of the armored buses, George's voice called out, "You know, you're just wasting bullets!"

"Shut up, George!" Shelley shouted next to him.

The men immediately stopped firing as they realized just how futile it was. By then, the armored vehicles had was only a few feet away from the men on all sides.

There was silence. The men could hear a bit of shuffling coming behind the vehicles on the streets. Then, a group of men noticed a shadow over them, and they looked up to see a motorcycle then shoved off a building and towards them.

"Duck and cover!" One of the men shouted, and they instantly scattered to avoid the falling motorcycle.

Then, the Others attacked. The man watched on in awe as multitudes of Others rushed from the tops of building and leaped through the air, grabbing onto overhead utility poles and swinging above head.

The men were caught unprepared as the Others dropped from the poles and fell on them, bringing them to the ground. More Others laddered down the pole and rushed at the armored men, tackling them and knocking the guns out of their hands.

The leading gunman stumbled around as his men were ambushed from the skies. With little options, he simply shouted, "Shoot! Dammit, shoot!"

The men fired up into the air to the best of their ability, but most of the shots missed their targets. The Others continued to swing overhead, dodging the random bullet fire.

Mary hung from one wire, and watched as the Other in front of her got hit by a lucky shot and soundlessly dropped from the fire. Her look of shock changed to fury, and with a growl, she swung off the pole and down towards the men, tackling one of them and tearing the gun out of his hands. She struck the man closest to her with the gun, knocking him onto the ground.

Suddenly, Yellowjacket soared onto one of the armored buses, and shouted, "Go!"

Instantly, dozens of Others swarmed over the buses and towards the men. Before they could take aim, they were engulfed by swarms of Others and dragged to the ground. The men who didn't get immediately swarmed fired their bullets indiscriminately, and a few Others were struck and went down. However, even more continued coming.

Others rushed from the alleys and towards the men, ramming into them and throwing them onto the ground.

"Zuul, mother-truckers!" Rob cried as he barreled between two trucks and into a group of men, sending them flying. Blackjacket crawled onto the ground throughout the chaos, and tied one man's shoes. The man quickly toppled onto the ground and was covered by Others.

In desperation, one man flung a grenade towards the Others. Suddenly, the grenade was caught by Shelley, who whipped it back. The men quickly shouted out and scattered in a panic as the grenade went flying towards them and exploded, sending a few men flying.

Yellowjacket stood on the bus, directing the Others as they quickly overwhelmed their enemies. She looked up at the Boss' hideout, and narrowed her eyes.

Aiming an arm up at the Others hanging from the poles, she shouted and pointed towards the top of the building. The Others grunted in response, and they quickly began swinging towards the building, dodging the decreasing number of bullets flying into the sky.

Once they reached the building, the Others smashed through the windows and entered into the building. Even more Others swarmed through the windows as well.

"They're getting in!" The leader shouted out. As he did, he felt a giant hand grab his shoulder from behind. Turning around slowly, he was met with Rob.

"Hey," The large zombie said, grinning and winking.

The man gulped.


In another section of the city, Sawbones and his swarm of ferals vaguely heard intense gunfire and fighting coming from a building.

Sawbones narrowed his eyes, and growled. He knew instantly that this was where the Freaks were. And if there was a fight, that meant the Others were there, as well.

Thus, Yellowjacket would be there, too.

With a howl, Sawbones aimed a finger in the direction of the building, and immediately, swarms of ferals dashed down the streets towards the building. Sawbones followed them.

"It all ends tonight!" He growled.


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