Yep, still don't own anything but the Grimalkins.
"Abed," Shirley said in an alarmed tone, "Abed!"
He looked down, eyes widening. An army of at fifty Grimalkins were charging toward them.
"Shoot," Abed cocked his gun, "start shooting!"
Pierce and Gwen were starting to get cornered by even more Grimalkins.
"They just keep appearing," Pierce said, "you kill one and three appear in its place."
"Just keep firing," Gwen shouted at him, "we need to hold them off!"
Britta and Jeff had managed to find some higher ground and were trying to defend themselves from the oncoming wave of Grimalkins.
"There's too many," Britta cried out, "we can't kill them all."
"We'll kill as many as we can," Jeff said, "then you run."
"What about you," Britta asked.
"Don't worry about me. You run as fast as you can. Either to the others or the van, I don't care, but you run and don't stop."
"You're coming with me. I'm not going to leave you behind!"
"Someone needs to provide a distraction," Jeff argued back.
They looked at each other for a few more moments before going back to shooting the ever growing number of Grimalkins.
Jack and Rex barged into the room, blinded by the green glow of the source in front of them.
"This is what infected all these cats," Rex said in disbelief, "how?"
Jack squinted as he searched the room for an answer, which he found when he saw a gnawed on corner of the wall.
"They broke in," Jack said, pointing to the tiny hole, "got close enough to the source and it latched onto them. I'm going to theorize that it probably conformed to their DNA and that's how it's only able to transfer from feline to feline."
"Speaking of felines," Rex gestured over to the source where a row of Grimalkins sat waiting for them.
The echos of gunshots were heard outside, telling Jack that they were more out there ready to fight.
"So, what's the plan, World War Two," Rex asked, looking to him for answers.
Jack took minute to assess the situation.
"We burn it."
"Shit," Gwen exclaimed when both of her guns started clicking, "I'm out."
"I am too," Pierce said, tossing the gun at one of the Grimalkins.
Gwen looked around her, trying to find an escape route.
"There," Pierce said, pointing to a clearing in the middle of the army.
"On the count of three, we run."
She held up her hand, counting down with her fingers. Gwen barely got to two before Pierce decided to sprint away.
"Pierce," Gwen shouted, running off after him.
"You were taking to long," Pierce shouted behind him.
Gwen caught up to him, running beside him when the two of them ran into Shirley and Abed who were also running from the Grimalkins.
"Wait, where's Jeff and Britta," Shirley asked.
"Hopefully they've already escaped," Gwen responded, "keep running."
"What if they didn't escape," Abed asked.
"There's over a hundred of those things chasing us and we're unarmed," Gwen said, "if we try to go and save them, we'll die first. Just keep running."
Jeff looked to his right when he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. It was the rest of the group running, not daring to turn back.
"Britta, go with them," Jeff said to her, "they're already escaping. Go!"
"I told you I'm not leaving you behind," Britta said, taking a hold of his arm.
He pulled his arm away, "I'm going to distract them and you run. Don't look back, just keep going."
Before Britta could protest, he hopped down to the ground.
"Hey, you ugly cats," Jeff shouted to the Grimalkin, "if you want me, come get me."
He took off toward the north entrance, leaving Britta on the ledge to wait for the sea of Grimalkins to clear. She finally jumped down, but didn't take off with the others. Instead, she went in Jeff's direction, treading carefully to avoid being heard by the Grimalkins. Britta flattened herself against the wall as she neared the corner, sliding until she met it.
She turned her head, peeking around the corner only to look away and choke back a sob. The only thing she saw was was a mound of Grimalkins with no Jeff to be found. Britta felt herself sliding down the wall, unable to pick herself up and go to the others. When she said she wasn't going to leave him behind, she meant it. She had to figure out a way to get him away from the Grimalkins, whether he was alive or not.
"Jack, hurry up," Rex said, whacking away another Grimalkin who tried to latch onto him, "I can't keep this up for much longer!"
"Yes you can," Jack said as he ran back in with more flammable fluid that he spilled onto the source.
He ripped away the Grimalkin that attached to his leg and threw it at the source.
"That should do it," Jack said to Rex, pulling off the three Grimalkins that attached to him, "you have a bullet left?"
"The one you told me to save," Rex said, exasperated, "yeah, I still have it."
He and Jack backed themselves up to the door, Jack swinging it open.
"Use it now! Shoot at the source!"
Once Rex was behind the door, he shot off his final bullet.
Annie gasped as she sat up, heaving off all the blankets that were weighing her down. She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes as they tried to adjust to the sunlight coming in through the window. After blinking a few more times, she cast her eyes over to Troy to see if she had woken him up, but found him still sleeping. She sighed and laid back down on the bed only to shoot back up again.
Annie could see Troy. Clear as day. She also no longer felt cold or sickly.
"Troy," Annie shook him gently, "Troy, wake up!"
"No. I wanna sleep," Troy groaned.
"Troy, I can see you."
"Good for y-"
His eyes snapped open, darting around the room before he turned to face Annie.
"I can see you too," He pushed the covers off, "and it's too hot for all these blankets."
"They did it! We're cured," Annie cheered excitedly.
They embraced each other, laughing and smiling.
The others managed to get back to Shirley's van, locking themselves in as the Grimalkins' growling and scraping continued.
"I'm starting to worry for them," Shirley said, "for Jeff and Britta. For Jack and Rex."
"Jack and Rex are going to be fine," Gwen said, "but...I didn't see Britta or Jeff."
"I figured someone wouldn't make it," Abed said.
"That's horrible," Shirley said, taking offense to what he said.
"I didn't mean it like that," Abed explained, "I meant that usually in movies or television, someone usually dies as a sacrifice for someone else. Maybe Jeff and Britta sacrificed themselves for us."
"This isn't a movie, Abed," Gwen said, "this is real and I'm trying to keep a positive outlook on Jeff and Britta."
"I'm not sure if it's just me, but things got quiet outside," Pierce said.
Everyone quieted down and listened. Sure enough, the scraping and growling had ceased, replaced by mewling and faint purring. They all hopped out of the van, looking around at all the cats that had decided to rest on the sidewalk and in the street.
"The source has been destroyed," Abed said.
"Everything is back to normal," Shirley said with a small smile.
Gwen saw a blue military coat swishing her way out of the corner of her eye and while she was happy to see Jack and Rex again, there was still no sign of Jeff or Britta.
Rex seemed to notice this as he looked at the group, "Where's Jeff and Britta?"
Jack's triumphant face fell at the silence that rang through the air. This was exactly what he was afraid of. That people would die because of him and that one of those people would be his own flesh and blood. All of them hung their heads, until Pierce saw something in the distance.
"Wait...look," he pointed down the road.
"Oh my lord," Shirley said, gaping at what she saw.
Jack turned, his heart stopping. Four blocks away, Britta limped toward them, covered in blood. She carried Jeff's lifeless body on piggy back, determined to reach the others no matter how injured she was or how heavily Jeff weighed down on her. In a split second, the group rushed over to assist Britta.
Jack, Abed, and Shirley taking Jeff while Britta crumpled in the arms of Gwen and Rex.
"Pierce, get the van started," Rex said to him, "we don't have much time."