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"It wasn't your fault-!" Trick told his brother, not paying any attention to Far now.

"But he was sleeping before I came in!" Treat moaned.

"Trick!" Far snapped in frustration.

"What!?" Trick snapped back at Far, glaring. "I don't know and it doesn't matter!"

"It does!" Far took a breath and lowered his voice. "...It does matter."

"Zero, is that what happened?" Treat pleaded the Asian boy- crawling over to him.

Zero frowned at Treat. It was obvious that he was extremely over whelemed by the entire situation and was just trying to wrap his head around the whole thing.

"Zero, did I hurt you?" Treat pleaded. "When I saw you that time, you screamed with that thing in your throat!"

"Everyone calm down please." Far sighed as he turned off the freeway.

Zero slowly shook his head before he leaned against the seat and closed his eyes, his head swimming.

"Please back off of him." Far said calmly. "He's overwhelmed and disoriented...I know the feeling."

Treat slipped back into the corner and curled up again.

"...Where are we going?" He asked Far again.

"Someplace safe...for all of us." Far assured. "Everyone's acting too dangerous to stick around right now."

"But-!" Trick cried. "What about Zero, Far!? He's hurt! He needs doctors and medicine and band-aides!"

"I have band-aids at home." Far sighed. "Relax...everything will be fine. You know I won't hurt any of you."

Trick frowned. "I'm not worried about that-!"

He turned to look at Zero, only to realize the Asian boy had lost consciousness.

"Good...because you don't have to worry about that." Far nodded.

"...Far...what about your medicine...won't you run out?" Treat asked.

"...Don't worry...I have it covered." Far said quietly.

Frowning softly, Trick turned toward his brother, fear in his eyes.

--Scene Change--

"...Good lord in Heaven."

Ender was by no means religious. He didn't have time to bother thinking about gods or the afterlife... he lived in the moment, existing only to deal with the situation before his eyes.

And right now, before his eyes... was someone who had been dead for almost a year.

"...I know, right?" Naveen offered, smiling weakly.

They'd climbed off of the plane and dragged themselves to the hospital after getting a call from Matt. He had said that there was something they had to see, but they hadn't expected this!

"Somewhere out there, there's something I could say to make this funny." Matt murmured as he took in their shocked faces.

"...Impossible." C breathed.

"What the shit!?" Oliver burst.

"Somewhere out there, there's something I could say to make this funny." Matt murmured as he took in their shocked faces.

"...Impossible." C breathed.

"What the shit!?" Oliver burst.

"...You look really good for a zombie," One told Naveen, who laughed a little bit. "...But seriously. What the hell?"

"Long story," Naveen informed. "One that you wont be told until much later... if ever."

"Gee, thanks," One groaned.

"I have a question, though," Next hummed and the group turned to him. "...Is that a dress, Ender?"