So if anything happens, I can find you guys?" Danny asked, holding the PDA that Tucker had spent the night fixing.

"Yep." He said, "It's an exact replica of this one." He held up the PDA that had the voice, "Except for the voice."

Oh, a partner. The PDA cooed. Ugh, not nearly as shiny. She complained.

"It's got a matte finish." Jazz said without looking up.

Danny stared at the talking PDA in disgust. He shook his head and got rid of the expression, "Thanks, Tucker." He said and slid the device in his pocket.

"So what are we doing today, Danny?" Jazz asked.

He looked over at Sam, "Do you feel okay enough to keep going?" he asked.

She nodded, "I'm okay to go." She said.

"Okay…" Danny said, "Then we'll keep going." He said. "After we all eat."

"Okay." Jazz said and handed everyone a can, "This was all we could find." She said.

"Thanks, Jazz." Tucker said and opened the can.

The room remained silent while everyone ate the contents of their cans. The zombies they'd encountered had him thinking. "We need to call the weird zombies something." He said, breaking the silence.

"You mean name them?" Jazz looked at him like he was insane.

"Generalize them. like if they were a different species of zombie, or race… right?" Tucker clarified and looked at Danny.

"Yeah." He nodded, "Like that fat one we saw. Surely there's more." He said.

"A Boomer." Sam said.

"Yeah." Jazz nodded, "Shoot him once and he just… goes boom."

"Okay, so the fat ones are Boomers." Danny smiled.

Tucker pulled out his PDA and took notes. "I'll get pictures of each as we go." He announced, "Danny, you should too." He thought for a moment, "What about the big one that Dash turned into?"

"We don't know what they do." Sam said.

"Dash was built like a tank." Danny said.

"Tank!" Tucker exclaimed and wrote it down.

"And whatever Paulina was?" Sam asked.

Everyone grew silent.

"I don't know what to call that. We'll see what she does." Jazz said.

Danny thought for a moment, "There was one in the police station that was weird. When I shot him, he went up in smoke. He coughed like he smoked too much too."

"Smoker." Tucker said. Then he paused, "Why do I get the feeling that we're not the only ones who's calling them this?" he asked. He looked around at everyone who shrugged, he shrugged. "What's next?"

"What about that thing that attacked Sam?" Danny asked.

"He looked like his name would be Hunter." Sam said.

"I think that was Kwan." Danny said.

"Hey, I couldn't see!" she protested.

"He's a Hunter." Tucker announced.

Jazz was silent. "What about Mom?" she asked.

Danny looked at her. He grew silent. "Let's not name her just yet."

Tucker saved the list, "Alright, so we have Boomer, Tank, Smoker, and Hunter." He said. "Then there's more that we probably haven't seen yet." He said.

"Okay." Danny sighed, putting down his can. "Everyone ready to go?" he asked.

Everyone nodded hesitantly.

He stood up and strapped his gun over his shoulder and held his axe in his hands. "Let's go."

As they walked down the road, Danny in front, Jazz and Tucker in the back and Sam in the middle, they shot down every infected they saw, luckily with not much resistance. As he shot off the head of an approaching infected. He squinted, "Is that another survivor?" he asked.

"Hey, that is." Jazz waved her arms, "Hey! Over here! We can help you!" she yelled.

The survivor looked over, "Oh, thank god. I thought I was the only one left in town!" he called back and started toward them. Halfway through his path, a larger infected howled and charged into him, sending him into a wall and straight to his death.

The four stood with their eyes widened in shock and their stomachs so twisted that they would've thrown up. Each swallowing down their returning meal, they agreed to call the infected a Charger.

"So much for helping him." Sam commented.

Tucker gagged as they continued, but didn't vomit. He registered the Charger in his PDA.

Angry bastard, isn't it? The PDA asked.

"No kidding." Tucker muttered and put the PDA back in his pocket.

Danny furrowed his brows, "I almost forgot one."

"Danny, I don't think now's the time to be forgetting anything." Jazz said.

"I almost forgot that Danny practically ghost-swiped my bra." Sam said without shame.

Danny turned red and looked down, "Sam…" he groaned. "Last night I saw a zombie that didn't actually do anything. But he just stared at me. It was creepy. He didn't look like any of the others, in fact he just looked like a grey, buff mannequin." He said.

"That's interesting." Tucker said, "What would we call that one?" he asked.

"I don't know. He didn't attack me. He just stared." He said. "We'll see if we find another one, and if he attacks, he'll name him based off what he did."

"Okay." Tucker shrugged, "So he just looked like a mannequin? Do you think you could identify him by what he was wearing?"

"No." Danny shook his head, "This thing was naked."

The others rose an eyebrow in confusion, "Naked?"

"And he had no junk." Danny said simply. Because he was at the front of the group, he didn't know that the others were giving him a look that would've made him feel uncomfortable. There was a moment of silence.

Poor, lonely bastard. The PDA spoke from Tucker's pocket.

Tucker slapped himself, "Wait, you actually looked for it?"

"No, it was just obvious." Danny said.

"I'm sure there's a few jokes about that Charger." Jazz said, "With the oversized right arm."

"Yeah, but that's probably implied." Sam added, "With a-"

"Conversation over." Danny said firmly. "Let's just keep going."

There was a sad, long, moaning wail that cut through the air. They listened to the depressing sobs for a moment, Danny and Jazz exchanged glances in fear for what had happened the morning before. The morning before that seemed to be a week ago.

"What is that?" Sam asked, uneasy.

"It sounds like…" Tucker started, trying to identify who it was.

"How Mom sounded before she attacked Dad." Jazz said, looking nervously at Danny.

Danny had pinpointed the exact direction where the cries where coming from. He crept toward the noise.

"Danny?" Jazz stopped him, "For something as violent as what Mom was, you'd want this." She handed him her Tactical Shotgun. With a nod, he strapped his rifle to his back and armed himself with the gun. He stepped over a dead body and away from a pile of shattered glass, his eyes never leaving the slumped, powdered-white figure just several feet from him. He held his hand behind him, telling the others to stay back. He was finally so close to the bony woman that he stood up straight and took aim, praying not to disturb her with the click of the gun. Instead of the clicking noise, his foot accidentally nudged a paper cup from a fast food restaurant and tapped the woman's hand.

A growl ripped from her lips and she jumped up to swipe at him. Such movement was so quick, he didn't dodge in time and felt her claws rip his side open. He grunted and stumbled forward, turning around in time for him to go intangible and let her phase straight through him. When she tripped from the trick that she didn't see coming, he took the advantage of her distraction and shot her in the back of the head. With a blood-curdling shriek, she dropped to her knees and fell to the ground.

Danny panted and stared at her in fear. His blood had ran cold and his heart pounded in his ears so loudly that he didn't hear the others panicking behind him, he even forgot out the three-inch deep cuts on his side that bleed freely. His head began spinning and he stepped backward.

"Danny!" Sam barked and grabbed his shoulder, "Are you okay? You're bleeding!"

Without looking up at her, he nodded speechlessly.

"Come on." She pulled him away and walked him back. "Let's take care of his side, real quick." She said.

"Now he uses his powers." Tucker said and knelt to pull out some first aid supplies.

"Ghosts can't turn, can they?" Danny panted, finally being able to manage a few words.

"They shouldn't." Jazz said. "Some of the cells are already dead. No offense."

Danny shook his head and leaned it against Sam, refusing to sit down at Tucker's suggestion.

"Well, at least lift up your arms and your shirt." He said.

He pulled the bottom of his shirt over his shoulders and tried taking the bandages from Tucker, who kept them away from him. Tucker then pat the skin that was close to the cuts, "Do you feel that?"

"No."

"Then I'll take care of it. Just hold your arms up."

"What do we call that?" Sam asked, taking Danny's hands and putting them over her shoulders.

Danny thought for a while. The cries sounded human, anyone else who'd never seen her before would've approached her with concern, only to walk right into her trap. "She's a Witch." He said.

"A Witch?" Tucker asked and continued wrapping the wound.

"She lures in people by crying." He said, "Like a trap, then she attacks. She captivates her victims and when they're too close or they startle her, she goes in for the kill."

They were silent for a while, "So when Mom… killed Dad..."

"She had a trap set up for any of us." He said. "If I had gone in there and checked on her, it would've been me instead of Dad."

"But-"

"I wouldn't fight back against my own Mom." Danny cut off Tucker, knowing what he was going to say.

Tucker paused and nodded, "Right…" he tied off the bandages and put the supplies back in the bag.

Danny put his shirt back down and traded for his rifle back. "Let's go." He said without a second thought.

The others looked at each other confused and watched him stumble off, "Just like that?" Jazz asked, "You're gonna just brush that off like that didn't even happen? You're hurt!"

"Let's get as far as we can until this adrenaline wears off." He said firmly, "We need to keep going."

Without another word, Sam and Tucker followed Danny, Jazz stood for a moment, curious as to how and when her brother grew so serious and so tense. Then she realized that he'd been doing more ghost hunting than her parents were and ran to catch up with them.

"Danny?" Sam asked.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you go up to her?" she asked.

"Yeah, since she's so dangerous." Tucker agreed.

Danny had thought about it. He really didn't know why. "I guess to make sure she didn't go after you guys." He said.

They were able to make it a few blocks until Danny stumbled and grunted.

"You okay?" Sam helped him back up.

He nodded, "Yeah."

"We should stop. You're hurt, and I need to change my bandages." She said and pulled his arm over her shoulder.

Tucker and Jazz watched from behind. "Let's find shelter." Tucker leaned over.

"Yeah." She nodded and looked around with him. Finding only a McDonald's that was barricaded just well enough. "Over there, come on!" she trotted inside and checked for any zombies. With only a couple shots, the building was considered safe.

Sam and Tucker quickly walked Danny in and made him lay down on a bench by one of the tables. There, he fell asleep almost instantly.

"Come here, Sam, let me change your bandages." Jazz said.

"I'll go look for some food." Tucker pointed behind him and walked off.

Sam sat down on the table and pulled off her shirt.

"Not worried about the guys looking?" Jazz smirked and pulled out her first aid kit.

"We're in an apocalypse, they're gonna see at some point. Besides, I've got my stomach showing half the time anyways." She said.

Jazz nodded and took the bandages off, showing a series of cuts and slashes that the Hunter had so generously left her. "These look bad." Jazz commented, cleaning the cuts carefully.

"Well, duh… I got these yesterday. I'm sure Danny's are gonna look just as nasty tomorrow as they do now." Sam shrugged, wincing occasionally.

Jazz nodded and glanced at the blood spots on Danny's shirt where it had been torn. She sighed and brought her attention back to Sam.

She sighed and leaned back, "How do you think life will be once we get out of here?" she asked, "Nothing's gonna be the same."

The redhead shrugged, "I don't know." She tied off Sam's bandages, "There's only one way to find out, and that's by getting there." She said. "Put your shirt back on, I think Tucker's coming."

Sam picked up her shirt and explored it for a bit before finding where her head goes.

"Whoa." Tucker froze and dropped a tray he'd been holding. He turned and went back to the kitchen of the fast food restaurant.

Sam smirked, "Blackmail…" she sang and pulled her shirt back on. "It's on, Tuck, you can come in now."

Tucker walked back in and picked up the tray he was holding. On the tray was a few sandwiches and a pile of French fries. "Made something." He set down the tray on the table.

"Tucker, you cook?" Sam laughed, "I didn't know that."

"I was gonna work at Nasty Burger for a little bit. Just as a starter job, so they trained me a little bit and they decided I was too good for the job, so they didn't let me work there." He explained, "But, at least I remember how to make burgers and fries."

Jazz thought for a moment, "Well, I guess working at Nasty Burger isn't all bad."

Sam reached over and collected a handful of fries and tucked them into a napkin, pulling aside two cheeseburgers and then taking a bite from a third burger.

"Geez, Sam, storing food for the winter?" Tucker teased.

"No- saving some for Danny when he wakes up." She said and took another bite from the burger. She looked at the sandwich, "Aw, a veggie burger." She smiled, "Thanks, Tucker." She said.

"I remembered. Although it pained me to make it without meat, it would've pained me more to see you throw up in disgust." He said.

"Tucker, Tucker, Tucker." Jazz pat his arm and stared out the window, "Get your camera." She said.

Tucker pulled out his PDA camera without question and looked out the window, seeing that Dash had traveled to their area. When Dash turned to just the right angle, Tucker took the picture and attached it to the Tank's description. He looked up when he heard the Tank roar furiously, freezing the conscious three and running their blood cold. They watched him rage and brutally beat other infected into a pulp and even throw one like a football.

"I guess old habits die hard." Sam said softly, only loud enough for Jazz and Tucker to hear.

Dash approached the infected he had thrown that somehow survived the flight and growled lowly. The infected forced himself to look back up at him before having his head smashed into the concrete.

"Now I'm gonna be sick." Sam got up and quickly found the restroom.

"Damn…" Tucker breathed, "I guess we try to stay away from that one."

"No kidding." Jazz agreed.