I heard Kit's shout a moment before his arm whipped out, firing with point precision. The two zombies in front of us slumped to the ground, twin bullet holes through their foreheads. Another one grabbed at me. I shoved it off, tossing it into the woods, aware I didn't finish it off. Not that it mattered, there were too many of them.

The other Revived were being dog piled, buried beneath large clusters of moldering undead as the humans tried to stay alive, except something was off with the picture. I didn't see it immediately, not until another trio of zombies broke off from attacking the transport to go after Fred.

My eyes widened at the sight of him. He seized the nearest zombie, smashing its skull into the ground, the sound swallowed up by the surrounding battle, but I swore I could still hear the crunch of shattered bone. Another three jumped on his back to take their fallen brethren's place. He shook, frenzied, his crystalline eyes wide and mindless. I'd seen him like this before, right after he punch his way through an alien skull.

"Fred!" I almost ran for him, until I felt claw-like hands tangling in my hair, snatching at my legs.

"Get off her," Kit snarled, bashing one of the corpses in the jaw with the butt of his pistol. I kicked at the one crawling up my legs, realizing more were closing in. My gaze somehow found her again, the distant blonde Revived standing beyond the unending horde. Her hands were balled into tight fists at her sides. A zombie creeping toward Kit changed its course, staggering towards me.

We were the targets. Somehow. Why? What would she do to the humans if she managed to pin us down? She lifted her face, sensing my eyes on her. The blue white hue of the moonlight flashed over her pale features, reflecting the burning rage in her gaze. An inferno that sucked the shadows from the air. Kit hooked his arms around my waist, dragging me away from the collapsing wire fence.

"There's too many," he gasped, releasing me as he attempted to help another struggling Revived. I caught sight of Rosa's panicked face beneath the growing cage of rotting limbs. I had to stop this.

I spun, kicking off the nearest bodies as I launched myself over the sagging barbed wire. The second my feet touched the ground, I charged her, the pavement cracking beneath me. She was so busy doing whatever the hell she was doing to control the zombies, she didn't notice me, not fast enough. Her rage broke at the last moment, her focusing shifting to my proximity. She dropped down to a crouch, attempting to run as I slammed into her.

We tasted dirt, skidding to a stop after several road rash inducing feet. I had the advantage for a moment, looking down at her fine boned face before our eyes met. The rage had cooled to a deep emptiness, like staring into a bottomless well. I faltered, uncertain what to do or say to that face.

Her knee came up, driving into my ribs. I grunted at the crack of bone as I went airborne, cognizant enough to catch myself as I hit the ground.

"Son of a bitch," I snarled. Oh, it was on now. I managed to climb to my feet, ignoring the sharp pinch in my ribs as I tackled her again, driving her face down into the pavement, twisting her arms behind her back to pin her in place. She didn't make a sound through it all.

I glanced back at the camp, still a mess of chaos, gunshots, and screams. A note of panic pulsed in my chest. I had the mystery psycho pinned beneath me but the minions were still wrecking havoc.

"Call them off," I said, grinding a knee between her shoulder blades. She turned her head. The last take down scraped up her face, the skin knitting back together as I watched. Her dead eyes found me.

"No," she whispered.

No? I grabbed her shoulders, resisting the urge to shake her like a naughty puppy as I hauled her up. I tried a different tactic. I gave chances, I negotiated. "Please, don't do this, call them off," I pleaded in a quiet tone.

Her response was that emotionless stare. She was little more than a malevolent doll, about two minutes from getting my friends killed or worse. My own anger built. I remember Clancy trying to put his guts back in.

My fist smashed into her face before my thoughts caught up, riding on a wave of anger that had been simmering for the past few days. It was explosive, a building heat washing through my muscles as I drew back my fist and hit her again, so hard my fingers broke.

The heat, the sudden fury, felt familiar. The pain of the broken bones was brief, I could already feel them resetting beneath my skin just as the contours of her face snapped back into place with a sharp pop. This was a futile exercise but it felt damn good.

"Call them off!" I screamed into her face. I might as well have been screaming at a stone stature for all the reaction she had. A high shriek distracted me. I turned to see one of the female soldiers topple off the roof of the transport, falling toward the zombies. Like watching a car wreck in progress I couldn't look away, not until the blonde brought up a leg. She planted her foot in my gut and sent my ass sailing back toward the camp. Pulling her to her feet for an impromptu beating was a mistake. The second I was airborne, she took off, her hair a silvery streak as she disappeared into the trees. The zombies kept attacking.

Here we were again, oh so boned.

I rolled over, catching the sight of JD tossing the woman back onto the transport roof. The big guy was surrounded by a growing pile of bodies, most of them no longer moving. My eyes roved over the scene, settling on Clancy, still guarded by Petra. His skin looked bleached against the dark blood soaking his mid-section. He was completely still. A zombie crawled past Petra's defense, snaking a hand up his leg. The soldier didn't twitch.

I was too far away to yell a warning, too far to run and prevent what would happen next, but that didn't stop me from trying.

Memory reared its ugly head as I raced forward, time pushing back against me. A flash of remembered sensation, of teeth sinking into my shoulder, ripping into my flesh. No one deserved to die like this.

An eerie hush fell over the scene as the zombies paused as one, lifting their sightless eyes to peer into the woods where the blonde Revived had fled. Great what horrible catastrophe was she kicking our way this time?

My thoughts stuttered as the zombies scrambled off their targets, even the one about to feed on the unfortunate Clancy crawled away like its existence depended on it. The horde scrambled over each other in their haste to flee in the opposite direction. I shot an apprehensive glance at the woods just as the blonde came barreling out. At first I thought the mass exodus was her doing, until she stumbled, flailing at the figure clinging to her back and tearing at her hair.

Shock froze me in place for one terrible moment as Petra and her soldiers turned their weapons on the strange Revived, unaware of the one attacking her from behind. I was too far, TOO FAR.

"Wait," JD yelled. He started forward but he was closer to me than the others.

The shots echoed in the carnage filled clearing, sending a trickle of ice down my back. No, no, no, no. I forced myself to look and fell to my knees with the weight of my relief. JD and I were too far, but Fred wasn't. He groaned, rolling off the two of them.

"I knew I was going to get shot."

The blonde attempted to roll the opposite way, until Lannie's arms wrapped around her shoulders, pressing a large hunting knife to her throat. Where did she get that thing? It was longer than her damn forearm. The flash of the metal might have gotten the soldiers a little trigger happy again if Kit hadn't recognized our little hitchhiker.

"Lannie?! Oh sweet-- weapons down, weapons down!"

"The feral girl?" Petra looked pale, realizing they nearly shot the young woman. "What the hell is she doing here?"

"That's what I would like to know," I muttered, marching past the trio on the ground to the tree line. I had a bad feeling about this, the way those zombies fled like death was licking at their heels. I had never seen a reaction so intense. Plus, wherever Lannie went, those two chuckleheads weren't far behind. "You can come out now. Though I can't promise they won't shoot."

On cue, two shaggy heads sheepishly appeared amid the trees. Bert and Ernie shuffled forward, keeping their heads down as the light from the camp fell on them.

Covered head to toe in zombie gore.

"Wow." 

***Who is this mystery Revived? Wonder what the Aliens are up to? And how about that reaction to the Muppets? Some mysteries to ponder for your freaky Friday! ****