Did not draw picture, found it using google. Next chapter should be posted in the next 12 hours. Only 1 or 2 chapters left!

Despite the loud screaming and shrieks behind him in the shack, Stan slept like a rock. Completely oblivious to the happenings in his tourist trap home, he slept. Dipper, however got a feast and a few new friends. Let's just say 'tourist trap' lived up to it's name.

"How long do you this it'll be till we find this brain mushroom thingy?" Mabel asked, smiling as she kept her balance on a fallen log. Her arms spread out like a bird to "increase chances of flight".

Both girls brought their own backpacks, Mabel's was a sparkly purple with the most adorable kitty face (ever) and Wendy's was a bold, almost beautiful brown. Although the older of the two was sure they'd only need one portion, Mabel insisted on getting double the recipe.

Wendy squinted at journal 3, trying to read the name on the page. "Persh, Percesh, Perceptshroom. Not long, we're here, dude." Wendy pointed to the shady ground next to a tree with a big canopy.

Mabel jumped from the log and crossed another item off their shopping list. "Sparkly." She commented in a gasp like tone. The girls plucked one mushroom each and tossed it into their bags.

"Rrrreeeeeemmmppp rrrrreeeeei." Both Mabel and Wendy whipped their heads frantically, looking for the source of the moan in the shrubs and trees. More specifically, Dipper.

"...Dipper?" Wendy called.

Mabel shook her head slowly with wide eyes. She slapped Wendy multiple times trying to get her attention.

Wendy froze. "When did..." She started leading Mabel backwards. "Since when are there other zombies?"

The turned zombie groaned. It wasn't super old and completely dead like the ones Dipper summoned, it looked like Soos did when he was first turned. "Wendy, this is bad. Like, really really really bad."

Wendy pulled Mabel along to their next stop, away from any other undead inconveniences. "Just ignore them for now. If we find anymore, we'll tell Stan."

Mabel sighed and put a hand to her head, looking down shamefully. "Wendy, I goofed up. I guaranteed Dipper he'd be safe and I'd get him back but... Chances are he got out with his dumb smart zombie brain."

Wendy scraped some red healing moss off a tree and into her bag. "Naw, man. We'll get him healed up, and hey." She paused. "If there is a zombie apocalypse, you'll have eachother. So don't worry, man."

Mabel smiled. "Thanks." There was a comforting silence as they walked to their next stop to get some kind of egg. "Wendy?"

"Yeah?" The red head replied, stopping at a mound on the earth and digging it up, quickly but carefully.

"If Dipper got out and infected someone at some point... would that zombie have infected other people?" Mabel asked it so sure she was guilty and so sure she'd be blamed. To worsen Wendy's heart ache, the brunette's eyes began to water.

"Mabel, let's just get Dipper healed for now and... we'll heal some of the other zombies, then boosh. Crisis averted, okay?" The red read replied, tossing an egg into her bag with a worrisome crack.

Mabel sighed, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay." She began to dig in the same general area Wendy was.

Stan rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawning and stretching right where he sat on the porch. His eyes opened to see the normal, monotonous setting of the Gravity Falls forest. He sighed, then jumped when a loud banging made itself obvious. Stan, still grouchy, decided to go check on the little nuisance that made all that noise. "Kid, you're gonna give me-"

Stan's grouch only got worse. The kid was gone and a bunch of zombies he'd never seen before in his place. The old man closed and locked the door. He dug through his stash and retrieved a shot gun of some sort and returned to the room. Shot by shot, the zombies went limp. This was a better way for them, much better than living bandaged up for the rest of their lives, anyways.

Limping lifeless corpse with barely any soul or humanity to cling onto left. That was the best way to describe the monster limping free in town. Townsfolk, though idiotic and ignorant, avoided him. (He did smell like death.) He felt things process differently in his mind.

Dipper seen a child as easy food, slow and less than half as strong as an adult. The child walked close to him and laughed. All the zombie recognized was the hate he had for him, but he couldn't remember who they were. Not that it'd change his decision... Dipper jumped onto gideon, and bit into his skull... he'd finally get the brains he so much desired. Strangely, they weren't as satisfying as an arm or a leg, so he took those too.

Mabel skipped alongside her friend. "I think first we'll have ice cream, then we'll watch the finale of Ducktective, then we'll celebrate, then we'll go do the mysteries stuff."

"You seem excited." Wendy smiled. "Can I join?"

Mabel nodded and smiled. "Of course, we won't not invite you."

"Unless there's blood leaking from the window of the room we left Dipper in?"

Mabel, still smiling repeated. "Unless there's blood leaking from the room we left Di- WHAT?!" She began to run into the shack, slipping corners and sprinting the hallway to see Stan, covered in red stains, moving a bookshelf in front of the door.

Mabel began crying and pounding his chest. "You killed him! He wasn't dead and you killed him while we were getting the antidote!" She sobbed.

Stan froze, then reached down to comfort her. "No, he wasn't in there. It was like some kind of zombie den he used to turn a bunch of tourists."

Mabel calmed and sighed in relief before realizing what that meant. "You killed the tourists?"

Stan continued to push the bookshelf. "Trust me, when you're injured that badly you don't want to be healed, kid."

Mabel frowned, looking at the scratched up wooden flooring in concentration. "Dipper escaped?"

Stan shrugged. "Well he sure ain't here."

Behind her, Mabel heard familiar heavy footsteps caused by boots and a "What'd I miss?" Mabel's eyes were teary and she shook her head. "Dipper's gone."

Wendy immediately flipped out her phone, picking someone on speed dial. "Dude, five cents you go outside and see a zombie."

"You're on!" Thompson's voice was heard, along with the stepping of feet. "AHHHHH!" Then more stepping. "Wendy, Dipper's totally eating that little dude's face off! I'm going to get-"

Wendy hung up. "Near the theater!" She started running, Mabel nodding then running by her side.

Stan sighed. "Leave it to the old man to think of getting the chains." He snatched some chain and ran towards the girls, catching up to tell them driving would be much faster.

Finally, an arm grabbed Dipper's and pulled him off of the child psychic. Without a second thought, Dipper's teeth met flesh and tugged at it until he heard a shrill scream mixed not only the scream of his victim, but with a crowd's mixed voices. He stopped and covered his ears, screaming as well. Two screams stopped and he took short deep breaths. "Dipper" he heard. "Rareellll?"

Mabel stopped screaming, she should be used to all this blood and stuff by now. "Wendy, stop that dude from leaving we can't let him infect anyone."

Wendy nodded and chased after the guy with a big bite out of his arm and tatoos that labelled his head and chin.

"Dipper." Mabel said, disappointed. Her brother shifted on his feet and put a hand behind his head. He was so guilty.

"Rarell?" He replied, as if he wasn't.

"What is this?" She tapped her foot and pointed to Gideon's mangled body. Her gaze met with Dipper's not snapped in half ankle. "What is that? Have you been lying to me?"

Her voice was so hurt, it made Dipper flinch. He looked down to his feet. "Rou dront frow rawr frawrd rirs ris, rarel."

Stan leaned down by her ear, feeding her the translated version. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Dipper, that's no excuse for going around and eating people's faces and arms and legs off." She took the chain from her Grunkle's hands and tied it to Dipper's collar.

He was angrily dragged to the car where they waited for Wendy and that infected dude. "You are in so much trouble young man."

"Rah rora ran rhee bry lriyke greive brunitz Rarell." Her twin complained.

"No excuses!" She crossed her arms and pouted.