After what seemed to be forever, they found themselves on the front step to the mansion. They stood in shock and almost in horror. The building was deserted. Dead bodies randomly laid about and barbed wire fences laid toppled over as though someone had knocked them over.

You have reached your destination.

"I don't like this." Jazz looked at Danny.

He looked her in the eye and nodded.

"Danny, tell me you had a back-up plan." Tucker said.

"Vlad's got a helicopter, and he knows how to fly it. If he hasn't left already, he can pilot us out of here."

"What makes you think he'd help us so easily?" Sam asked.

Danny sighed, "I don't know."

"I know why he wouldn't help us." Jazz said, "If in the irritatingly odd chance his helicopter was destroyed."

"That would suck. Big time." Tucker agreed.

"No, I'm serious." Jazz said, she was the only one who wasn't staring at the door, "Someone tried getting away with his helicopter and crashed it instead." She pointed.

They looked over and mentally slapped themselves for not seeing it before. The crumpled mess of fire and machinery that redecorated Vlad's driveway. They looked back to the door hesitantly, which surprisingly remained on its hinges. "Let's go inside." Danny took a step forward before Sam grabbed his shoulder, "What if it's worse in there than it is in here?" she asked.

He smirked, "Impossible."

Their footsteps echoed in the lobby. "Vlad?" Danny called. "Vlad Masters?" he called. He got a shiver up his spine and he exhaled the icy mist again, "He's here." He said. "Whether or not he's alive, I don't know."

Sam looked around, "It's so clean in here." She noted, "It's like nobody was allowed in here." She said.

"It's creepy." Jazz said.

They wandered around the house before they found themselves in the lounge. There, Vlad laid on the couch with a pillow to his front, covering his chest and stomach. "Children?" he asked weakly, "I… I thought you were dead…"

Danny knelt by him, "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing that he was sweating and was pale. "You don't look so good."

"Your mother…." Vlad started and grunted, squeezing the pillow closer to his chest, "I went to check if you kids and your parents were okay. When I got to your parents' lab, I heard your mother crying," he explained, "I had to check on her. But your- my God, your father-"

"Don't remind me." Danny cut him off, "I saw."

All Jazz remembered was the pool of blood at Danny's feet.

"That should've been warning enough. I asked your mother if she was alright and she- she just growled at me." He groaned loudly and clawed into the pillow, "Then she screamed and attacked me. I couldn't avoid her." He grunted, "Just do me a favor, Daniel," he suggested.

"What?" Danny asked.

"Don't go in my lab."

"Wh-why?" Danny's blood ran ice cold in fear.

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz looked at each other.

Vlad began panting and his eyes began drifting closed.

"Vlad?" Danny glanced at the pillow, mainly to watch for Vlad's breathing, but saw the side pressed to his chest was splotched with red. He pulled the pillow away from Vlad's front and was barely able to tell what anything was. He stared in shock, "Why didn't you get help? Or take care of this?" Danny asked.

"What else did I have to live for?" Vlad asked, "With the outbreak and just about the entire Earth's population dead, there's nothing to aim for if there're no obstacles." He said, eyes half-lidded, "Besides…" his voice had gone soft, "I… gave out all of my medical supplies…" he confessed. "There's nothing here…" his eyes drifted shut, "Even Maddie left…" he whispered. "I'm all alone…"

"You're not alone, Vlad." Tucker said, "We're here."

A small smile stretched on Vlad's face, "Of course…" he said silently. With that, he remained motionless. He didn't tremble, he held the pillow lazily, and appeared to sleep. However, a long, droning cry reminded them of the truth.

"What was that?" Jazz asked.

"It that who is think it is?" Tucker nervously asked.

Danny turned to them horrified, "She followed him." He said, "She's in the lab."

"How could be have possibly followed him?" Sam asked.

"The fastest way between here and my house is though the-" Danny paused and slapped himself, "The Ghost Zone."

"Wait, so you're saying that we just could've gone through the Ghost Zone to avoid all the zombies and get here faster?" Tucker asked.

"We could've gotten here without a scratch." Jazz said.

"And evacuated."

"I get it!" Danny snapped and stood up, "I screwed up. Apparently I didn't think this through all way and it cost us time and almost our lives." He said. He turned and left the room.

The three looked at each other in shock. "Man, I didn't mean to piss him off." Tucker said.

"Neither did I." Sam and Jazz said. They looked down, "I'll go talk to him." Sam said. She walked out of the room, not having to look to hard to find Danny. Following the small drips of blood that trailed on the floor, she found him sitting in his ghost form on an upstairs windowsill that stood wide open. "Danny?"

"What?" he responded bitterly.

She flinched, "We didn't mean to make you feel bad." She said and sat next to him. "Your plan was the best one you had. We didn't exactly think of anything… so we can't even complain." She said. Then she leaned over to look at him, "Is something else wrong?"

He buried his face into his arms, "We couldn't save Vlad."

"But, I thought you-"

"I do. I can't stand him. But besides us, he's one of the last few people left alive and… and now he's dead." He said.

Sam looked down and moved closer to him, then she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "But we're still alive." She said.

"For how much longer?" he asked. "We stay in this mansion for the rest of our lives until food and supplies run out?" he asked pessimistically. "We can't get evacuated, Sam." He looked at her with reddened, watery eyes, "Everyone's dead. We can't pilot a plane or a jet and I doubt we can find another car."

She put her forehead against his, "We do what we've been doing: fight." She said, "I'd say we'd make a damn good fighting team. We'll just keep looking." She said. "And we'll start with the Ghost Zone. We'll go through portals until we find a place that's alive." She smiled.

He sniffed, "And what if we don't find any?" he asked.

"We'll find something." She said, "With about seven to eight billion people in the world, someone's bound to be alive. Maybe four survivors like us." She said, "That'll double the amount of people part of our team."

He thought for a while. "Good point." He backed away. "But let's rest here for a while." He said. "There should be food, water, we can get cleaned up, some new clothes. Vlad has clothes in my size and Jazz's size, so we can use that." He said. He hovered backwards and stood on the tile. Then he helped Sam off the windowsill.

She hugged him, "Things will get better." She said, "It may not be now, but it will eventually."

"Thanks." He said. Then he grunted and arched back a little bit.

"Your back." Sam gasped and supported him. "Come on, let's get you back downstairs." She ushered. "Jazz, Tucker!" she called and carefully walked him downstairs, "Danny needs help. We need to find medical supplies, now." She instructed, "He's bleeding again."

"Vlad said he gave away all of his medical supplies." Jazz said.

"Let's look for anything we can use then." Sam said.

Tucker and Jazz didn't hesitate any further and turned tail and took off.

Sam carefully laid Danny on the opposing couch from where Vlad laid covered by a throw blanket. She made him looked up at her, "You gonna be okay?" she asked.

He looked at her sleepily, "Yeah, I'll be fine." he said.

She watched him for a while, "I really don't wanna get used to scares like this." She sighed.

He smirked, "Neither do I." he said, "This is getting annoying."

"I bet." She took his hand, initially white-gloved, but with a flash, it was the same human hand she knew. She sat down on the floor next to the couch and leaned her head against his.

"I'll be okay, Sam." Danny reassured her. "I promise." He smiled.

Jazz shuffled through some cabinets while Tucker dug through the drawers in one of Vlad's bathrooms. She closed the doors calmly and looked down. She sniffled.

Tucker heard this and turned around, "Jazz?" he asked and went to her side, "What's wrong?" he asked, finding her eyes were watery and tears were streaming down her face.

"I don't wanna lose Danny too." She whimpered.

"Hey." Tucker snapped, "We're not going to lose Danny. We just gotta keep looking for something to help him and he'll be fine." he smiled, "Besides, he's a Fenton. If I learned anything from your family is that you're stubborn and you won't go down that easily."

She chuckled slightly and wiped her eye, "You really think so?"

"I know. There isn't much of anything that'll kill Danny that easily." He said, "He's gonna be okay."

She thought for a while and hugged Tucker. "Thank you." She said.

He wasn't sure as to what do for a moment. Then he closed his eyes and hugged her tightly. Then he pat her back, "Come on, we need to find medical supplies." He said and let her go.

"Right." She nodded, "Maybe there's something outside. In a panic I'm sure people might have dropped a pack or two. It was a mess out there."

"No kidding." Tucker agreed. "Okay, let's go outside then." He said and started walking for the front doors to the driveway.

Sam was now sitting on the couch and had Danny's head on her lap, one hand on his shoulder and the other gently stroking his hair. She stared at the floor in front of her and thought about nothing in particular.

"Are you okay?" Danny asked quietly.

"I don't know anymore." She said. "I wish I knew where everyone was, and if everyone's alive."

He brought up a hand to his shoulder and held hers, "I'm sure your parents are fine. Same with Tucker's and our friends." He said. They heard the cry again.

"And of course there's her." She said.

"As long as we don't go into the lab, we're fine." he said.

She nodded and watched him for a while. "Where are Jazz and Tucker?" she asked and looked toward the front door.

"It has been a while." He tried getting up.

"Nope." She held him down.

He grunted and stayed still for a moment. "You're not letting me get up, are you?"

"Uh-uh." She shook her head, "You're stuck with me until you get patched up." She smiled.

He smiled and even laughed a little bit, "Alright." He exhaled the mist again. "Of course." He sighed irritated.

"Beware!"

"Oh, okay, good." Danny sighed in relief.

"I am the Box Ghost!" he announced as he appeared, "Fear my-" he looked down at Danny, "My gosh, what happened to you?" then he looked over at Vlad's covered body, "Both halfas? One's dead?" he asked, "What happened?" he asked.

"Did you know there's a zombie apocalypse outside?" SAm asked.

He paused and thought for a while, "So that's what Skulker was talking about…" he marveled, he then landed on the ground and got a closer look of Danny, "He also said that you were weakened."

"What gave you that idea?" Danny asked sarcastically. He rose a hand and swatted at the Box Ghost, "Shoo-shoo."

"Shoo-sh- What the-" he sighed, "Alright, fine. But I will come back." He warned, "Beware!" he shouted before he vanished.

"Oooh…" Danny waved his hands in the air hauntingly and playfully.

Sam giggled, "Well, at least it wasn't Skulker again or Technus."

"Or anyone else." He corrected.

Hours later, they redressed Danny's back and buried Vlad. Finding that the power and water still ran, they decided to take showers and find new clothes. From the collection of clothes Vlad had set for Danny, he found a white, hooded sweatshirt with a pair of tan cargo pants and a pair of tan hiking boots. Jazz, from the collection of clothes Vlad had for her, found a denim jacket and black jeans. Accenting the new outfit with a pair of slate grey boots. Tucker and Jazz sat on one of the couches while they waited for Danny and Sam to finish their showers (separately, of course), and they both remained silent.

"So…" Jazz thought for a while, "Now what?" she asked.

"Who knows?" Tucker shrugged, "I guess we just keep looking. Or stay here." He shrugged. "Who knows now long we can hold out here."

"Right." She nodded and adjusted herself to make herself more comfortable, actually inching closer to Tucker.

He looked over and saw through to her intentions. He leaned over and hugged her.

She paused for a moment and hugged him back, leaning against him and resting her head in the crook of his neck. His hold was firm, but gentle. Almost protective. He leaned back and pulled her with him so she'd rest in his arms.

"So… I guess you knew where I was going, huh?" she finally asked.

"I just hope Danny doesn't get upset about this." He replied calmly, eyes closed and tone gentle.

She smiled, "No kidding." Then she chuckled, "I waited the whole apocalypse just to do this."

He smiled and looked down at her for a while, "You cut your hair." He noted.

"Might be easier to take care of." She said, "Don't want it getting caught on anything." She said.

"It looks good." He smiled.

"Thank you." She grinned, having had a hard time cutting her hair due to the fact that she couldn't see everything she was doing.

Danny stretched and popped his back in three different places, groaning in relief and running his hand through his hair, finding the slightly crusted bump among the wet strands from where he'd been bleeding before. His towel wrapped tightly around his waist as he searched the closet for a new t-shirt and some jeans. Finding a dark pair of jeans and a red shirt with a white oval and trims. Similar to his previous shirt, but reversed. He found a new, clean pair of socks and a pair of black sneakers, replacing his old shoes that were beginning to get holes in the sides. He straightened the shirt and looked at himself in the available mirror. Nodding in approval, he stepped out into the hallway, finding Sam, wearing dark grey jeans, a dark, navy blue tank top, and a pair of white sneakers.

She jolted a little, still wringing water out of her hair and looking down, not sure if he'd care that she wasn't wearing makeup.

He leaned over to look her in the eye. "You okay?" he asked.

"Uh-huh?" she looked up at him hesitantly.

He smiled, "You look good without make-up." He complimented.

She blushed, "Thanks." She said.

He smiled, "Though it's going to throw me off without seeing the purple lipstick." He admitted.

She smiled, "Vlad didn't have any of the make-up for Jazz that appealed to me." She said.

He shrugged and hugged her, "Because as far as girl-types go, you and my sister are almost the opposite." He explained.

"Meaning?" she pulled away and looked at him.

"Neither of you are like Paulina."

She rolled her eyes and groaned in disgust, "Shoot me if I were ever like that. It's just as bad as being a zombie, in my opinion."

He shook his head, "I don't think I could ever shoot you, even if you were a zombie." He hugged her again. "It'd kill me."

She was silent, feeling bad to have put the thought in his head. Then she remembered that it was his mom that was trapped in the lab downstairs. "I don't think I'd have it in me either." She said, "I love you too much to even imagine having-" she paused, realizing what she'd just said.

He pulled away and looked at her, "What?"

"I… I…" she stammered.

He pulled her closer and kissed her on the forehead. Looking back to her, face bright red, he smiled sheepishly.

She pulled him closer and touched her lips to his. After what seemed to be forever, they let each other go and took a deep breath. Hearts racing and heads feeling light, they looked each other in the eyes. They chuckled, "I think we should go meet Jazz and Tucker." He breathed.

"Good idea." She smiled.