"Danny?"

He looked around to see who called his name. Finding nothing, he looked back down and found an odd looking infected that stared at him. His eyes were blank and he had no nose. It disturbed him to see that the infected was fully naked, yet had no privates. He just stared at him silently and perfectly still. He couldn't keep his eyes off him.

"Danny?"

He was sure that the infected was talking to him, but his mouth didn't move. He knew it wasn't a ghost, because he would've sensed it.

"Danny." He felt someone tap his shoulder. He jumped, gasped and almost dropped his weapon off the roof. He looked up and saw Sam looking down at him, "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah." He looked back for the staring infected and found it was gone. He shook his head, "Yeah, I'm fine." He stood up, "How're you feeling?"

She shrugged and looked at the bandages around her middle, "My stomach hurts, but I'm alright. I'll live." She smiled as though she weren't injured.

He managed a smile back. "Good." He said, "We need you here."

"Please," she scoffed, "What do you need me for?"

"It's easier to survive with four people and not just three. Besides, you have more spine than Tucker and Jazz." He chuckled.

"Do I now?" she asked unsure.

"Yes." He said, "I mean, don't tell them I said that. But you do."

"You like the whole 'tough girl' thing, don't you?" she smirked.

"It's saved my ass before, so yes. I do." He smiled.

She laughed, "So the tough, super-hero Ghost Boy has a thing for tough girls?"

"Yeah, I do." He laughed, "Why is that so funny?"

"It just is." She smiled. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired." She said.

Tucker and Jazz met with them, "Um, turns out there are supplies here and the place's completely empty." Tucker said. "There's one apartment on each floor, one room each."

"We'll take the one on the top floor." Danny said.

"Is she okay?" Jazz asked.

"She's just tired." Danny said, starting to support Sam's weight.

"Okay." His sister nodded.

"Are there any beds downstairs?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, there are." Tucker nodded.

"We're going to salvage what we can from downstairs." Jazz said.

"Okay." Danny nodded, feeling bad that they're doing everything and he's just standing there. Granted, he was keeping an eye on Sam, but still.

After the two left, Danny sighed and turned his head toward Sam. "Wanna get some sleep?" he asked.

She didn't respond.

"Sam?"

He sighed and lifted her off the ground and carried her over his shoulder. He started downstairs and opened the door. In the apartment directly below the roof, he found a queen-sized bed and leaned forward to lay Sam down. Finding no other way of doing so without dropping her or falling over, he had each knee on each side and each arm on each side of her. He carefully moved her up so she was resting fully on the bed with her head on one of the pillows. He looked at her and realized how bad the position would look if she were to wake up. Cursing his luck, he found himself staring into Sam's violet eyes, "This is not what it looks like." He said.

She growled and slapped him hard enough to throw him off the side of the bed. He tried grabbing the sheets or the blanket to catch himself, however, whatever he grabbed went down with him. He phased through the floor before he hit it and landed on his feet. Coincidentally in the same room that Jazz and Tucker were scavenging. He took a deep breath and looked at them, "I fell…" he said nervously.

"You fell? Or tried to escape?" Tucker asked.

"Escape?" Danny gave him a strange look.

"Danny!" Jazz snapped, "Is that Sam's bra?"

He turned bright red and looked at what he had in his hand. As though on cue, pounding footsteps were heard coming down the stairs as Sam yelled curses at Danny. She opened the door and lunged at Danny, who went intangible and avoided her tackle.

"Danny! Give it back!" she snapped and ran at him.

"Run, Danny, run!" Tucker called.

Danny ran out the room and up the stairs, running to the room that he was slapped out of. Sam tackled him and pinned him down on the bed face down.

"Give it back!" she yelled.

"Okay! Okay!" Danny's voice was muffled through the blanket, "I didn't mean to grab it, just don't kill me!"

She paused for a moment, "I'm not gonna kill you. That'd be stupid." She said.

"Well, get off me, 'cause you're working on it."

Sam climbed off of him and let him get up and take a deep breath. She held out her hand. He high-fived her. She glared at him and held out her hand again. He chuckled and handed her back the bra. "Turn around so I can put this back on." She said.

He turned around, "Wow, you're not making me leave the room."

"Don't tempt me. I'll slap you again." She said, taking off her shirt.

"Oh, we all know how well that went over," he crossed his arms.

"Shut up." She hooked on the bra and adjusted it in place.

He laughed. "So… lace, huh?"

She glared at him, "Shut up!" she slapped the back of his head.

He laughed harder.

"Go upstairs and shoot stuff." She grumbled and pulled her shirt back on. "Okay, I'm done." She said.

He turned around and looked at her, still smiling. She still glared at him, "Your face is still red." She said, pointed out the fact that it was just red from when she slapped him.

He rubbed his face where it stung. "Probably. You hit me pretty hard."

She nodded and grunted in pain, holding one hand to her stomach.

"Here," Danny carefully guided her down, "Just get some sleep." He pulled the blanket over her. "If you need me, I'll be on the roof." He said.

She nodded and closed her eyes.

He sighed and watched her sleep for a moment. He finally sighed, stood up, and left the room, closing the door behind him and going back to the roof. He picked up his rifle and knelt to start shooting from his lookout again. He was shortly met with Jazz. She sat next to him and watched the heads of zombies vanish in a bloody spray. "Did you give Sam back her bra?"

He stopped shooting and looked at her, "I'm not that type. Besides," he went back to shooting, "What am I going to use Sam's bra for?" he asked.

"Just curious." She shrugged. "You know, it's a good thing the ghosts aren't bothering us." She looked at the sky.

"I'd rather fight the ghosts than these things." Danny said coldly. "Ghosts at least talk to you. They are a spirit, have a personality, they prove that they're someone. These… zombies, are the walking dead."

"So are the ghosts." Jazz pointed out.

He sighed, "Yeah, but if a ghost bites, scratches, or cuts someone… they don't turn into a ghost. And being a ghost isn't a flu, or a plague. Being a zombie is. Mom and Dad have been injured plenty of times by ghosts, and they stayed human for as long as they were working against ghosts. This Green Flu comes out, Mom caught it and killed Dad." He said. "If you, Sam or Tucker turn into something because of this, I can never get you guys back." He'd stopped shooting, "If you were turned to ghosts, I can at least see you. You can still be here or the in the Ghost Zone." He said. "I'm scared to death about Sam right now." He pulled his rifle back over his lap and lowered his head, resting it on the short brick wall around the roof. "I don't want her to turn into one of them."

Jazz was quiet. She hadn't thought of that. "Did she complain about not feeling good? Feeling sick maybe?"

He shook his head and sniffled. "No, she hasn't."

"Well, she's going to be okay then." Jazz smiled and gently made Danny look up at her, "Sam's going to be just fine." She smiled. She smiled wider when she saw the smile spread on her brother's face.

"Thanks." He wiped his eye. "She's sleeping now, so I won't be able to ask her for sure."

Jazz watched him for a moment, "You should get some sleep too." She said. "Come on, let's go." She got him to stand up.

Danny gave her a small smile and walked inside. He went into the room where Sam rested and watched her for a little while. He sighed and laid on the bed next to her. He looked at her again and saw she was lying on her side and facing away from him. He turned to his side and carefully wrapped an arm around her, carefully inching closer to her. There, he drifted to sleep.

Jazz had come down from the roof with Danny's rifle strapped on her shoulder. She leaned over to peek through the crack on the door to check on Sam. However, she wasn't expecting to see her brother too. She gently pushed the door open to see better. She smiled at the sight of the two. She sighed and went downstairs to meet with Tucker. "You know, for a pair that isn't actually dating, they sure act like a couple."

Tucker sat trying to put together some sort of wired mess, "Yeah, they do that a lot." He untangled a few wires.

"What are you doing?" she put the rifle and the shotgun down and sat next to him.

"Trying to put together some sort of charger so I can charge this PDA," He held up the one that didn't speak, "And give it to Danny when I get the apps on it that the other one has."

"Hopefully you don't get the voice on it too." Jazz said.

He scoffed, "Yeah, that'd drive him nuts." He paused for a moment, "Wait, you're just noticing that they act like they're dating when they're not?" he looked at her confused.

"No. I just didn't bring it up until now." She said.

"Why? What are they doing?" he went back to what he was doing.

"Sleeping together. You ever heard of 'spooning?"

He looked up at her, "Wow, really?"

She nodded.

"Dang," his blood started running cold and he broke in a cold sweat. He thought Danny and Sam lucky to have the close bond they had and often caught himself feeling jealous and envying the fact. He tried get a girlfriend. Danny did too, but he was barking up the wrong tree and found himself with another girl. Now the girl that they both had a crush on was a zombie, and probably the most unattractive zombie they'd seen so far. Danny and Sam weren't even dating, but the apocalypse had probably sealed the deal between them.

"You okay?" Jazz's voice broke his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." He kept untangling the wires, "Just thinking." He said. Then he mentally flinched, knowing that she was probably going to ask.

"About what?" she asked.

Damn it. He sighed, "Um… the wires I needed for this charger. I'm missing one." He lied. He didn't want to tell her about his 'girl' problems. Then he stopped and forgot about everything. He wondered how his parents were doing. He sighed, and got some wires free.

"I'm sure." She looked at him skeptically. "Something else's bothering you…" she said.

"I'm very particular when it comes to electronics." He said.

"Not the charger." She said, "Something else…" she said, "What's wrong?" she asked.

He stopped and rested his hands and the wire-y mess on his lap. "I just hope my parents are okay…" he said.

She grew silent. She'd expected a different subject entirely. She sighed and looked down.

He shook his head, "Sorry. Here I am complaining about not knowing what happened to my parents when yours…" he stopped himself.

"It's okay." She gently put a hand on his knee, "Not knowing is worse than knowing." She said. "It's torture to not know."

He looked at her for a moment, feeling his heart racing when she put her hand on his knee.

"It scares me to death not knowing where Danny is when he's fighting ghosts." She said. "But I feel better knowing where he is… even if he's hurt." She smiled faintly at him.

He knew she was optimistic, but in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, after she lost her Dad and her Mom wasn't her Mom anymore, after not getting evacuated, having to walk to an evacuation center in Wisconsin, and having her brother's best friend injured, she still managed to smile. He smiled faintly, "Thanks, Jazz." He said.

She moved her hand away and left his knee cold.

"How do you do that?" he asked.

"Do what?" she laid back in the recliner she'd sat in.

"Look at the bright side when everything else has gone to shit." He said.

She smiled and closed her eyes, "Smiling and laughing are the healthiest things you can do." She said, "The more you laugh, the longer you live." She trailed off.

He half-smiled, "Good night, Jasmine." He said.

"Good night…" she mumbled, "Tucker."

He watched her for a moment. He couldn't look away. It finally occurred to him. He gasped and looked back down at his project. He was falling for Jazz. He caught himself falling for his best friend's older sister that was two years older than them. He put together some wires sloppily and attached them to a plug-in that fit his PDA, the one without the voice. He spent the rest of the night copying apps from one PDA to the other until he fell asleep in the corner with everything.

The next morning, Sam opened her eyes and found herself very warm. It was normal, but she felt warmer than she did when she went to bed the night before. She shifted her leg back and kicked something. She turned around and found it was Danny's shoe, attached to his leg, attached to him, with his arm wrapped around her waist. She looked at him for a while groggily. She nodded and laid her head back down, thinking nothing of it.

"Morning…" his sleepy voice mumbled in her ear.

She nodded, "Morning… I'm not a morning person…" she said. She opened her eyes again, but took a good look at the wall in front of her, the entire situation. She's lying in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar building, with her best friend wrapped around her waist, who'd- from what she can tell- spent the night there. She sat up and grunted at the pain in her stomach. She looked to the floor next to her and found an SMG lying on the floor by the bed, along with a sniper rifle. "Danny?" she asked, eyeing the guns skeptically. Then it hit her, "Oh!" she laid back down, trying not to hit Danny on her way down, "Stupid zombies…" she rubbed her eyes.

"Stupid zombies." Danny muttered and hugged her.

"Get off me!" she pushed him away and knocked him off the bed, hearing a thud on the other side.

"Ow!" Danny yelped and sat up, "Is this gonna be a normal thing for you?" he asked and rubbed his head, "Every time you wake up, you're gonna throw me off the bed?"

She looked at him, "Sorry."

"It's okay." He used the bed to help him stand up, "How are you feeling?" he sat next to her.

She watched him for a while, "Fine." She said.

"Sick at all?" he asked.

She shook her head, "Not at all."