"Is...is that it?"

The group stopped outside of an old brick building with wood nailed across the windows, makeshift traps circling the area.

"Jack, you in there?" Mark called out as he jogged up towards the door, his foot pressing down on something underneath the grass.

"Oh sh-"

A rope net pulled Mark into the air before he could escape, Dark watching in mild amusement as Mark struggled to free himself to no avail.

"What the hell?!" Mark shouted as he flailed around like a wild animal, Wilford letting out a snicker.

"Wilford, give me your knife." Google directed with an irritated sigh, the male reluctantly handing it over after receiving a warning look from Dark.

The automaton scaled the tree with ease before working on cutting the rope holding the net up, the door opening just as Mark fell to he ground with a thud.

"Ouch." Mark grimaced as Google cut him out of the net, the YouTuber glancing up to see Jack standing frozen in the doorway.

"Jack-"

Mark was cut off by the Irishman practically tackling him in a hug before he could stand up, his face buried into the male's shoulder as he let out a sob of relief.

"It's okay Jack, we're gonna get you out of here." Mark promised as he patted his friend's back, glancing back at his counterparts with a worried expression.

"Sorry, I just...it's good to see you again." Jack sniffed as he fought to regain his composure, wiping away his tear with the back of his hand.

"Your radio broadcasts worked, Google was able to track the location they were emanating from." Mark grinned as he stood up, looking past Jack to try and spot any other survivors.

"You all can come on in if ya like, I have to let the gang know you guys are here." Jack offered, stepping inside with Mark and the others following.

"Guys, Mark and his crew are here!" Jack shouted, Schneep, Jameson, and Anti running in.

"Well I'll be, Jameson!" Wilford exclaimed happily, pulling the dapper male in for a hug much to his surprise.

"Doctor...I never thought I'd be zhis glad to see you." Schneep remarked with a broad grin as he hugged Doctor Iplier tight.

"Ew, it's you." Anti growled upon seeing Dark, his eyes landing on the demon's splint much to Dark's discomfort.

"Hey-"

"Don't. Look, it was an accident." Dark interrupted coldly, glowering at Anti until Mark noticed.

"Hey, do you want us to help pack anything up?" Mark spoke up as he clapped his hands together awkwardly.

"Pack up? Mark, I can't leave without the others." Jack interjected, Jameson, Anti, and Schneep nodding in agreement.

"Jack...Chase isn't the only one who turned zombie. Robbie's created some kind of zombie pack in a hospital with Jackaboy, Marvin, and Chase." Mark replied slowly.

"Even better! I vill find a cure for all of zhem." Schneep declared, his face paling as Doctor Iplier offered the German a few crumpled up papers he had stuffed into his back pocket.

"We found these at the hospital, it looked important." Doctor Iplier stated as Schneep accepted the papers with wide eyes.

"My...my notes. I can make zhe cure!" Schneep blurted before rushing into his office, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Well, I guess we're staying here for a bit." Mark chuckled as Jack shrugged helplessly, his blue eyes appearing brighter than before.

"Don't touch my stuff or I'll stab you." Anti growled, jabbing a finger at Dark before storming into his room.

Jameson flinched as the demon shut the door with a bang, the mute smiling apologetically before returning to his own room.

"I know it's not much, but there's space on the floor where I broadcasted from." Jack offered, the Irishman guiding the group to the room.

"Not as cozy as I would have liked, but I suppose it will do." Wilford muttered as Jack left the room, the male returning with an armful of spare blankets.

"Anti's been going out a lot and finding things, hopefully this'll be enough." Jack grunted as he dropped the blankets on the floor.

"You want help?" Jack questioned Dark, the demon scowling as he struggled with bending over to pick up a blanket.

"No damnit!" Dark snapped, letting out a long sigh as Jack instinctively retreated a step back with his hands held up.

"No, just....I'm fine." Dark mumbled in a calmer tone as he finally managed to grab a corner of a blanket, pulling it out of the pile before laying it down on the floor.

Jack silently left the room so Mark, the Jim twins, Wilford, the Host, and Dark could sleep, Doctor Iplier going into Schneep's office to help with the cure.

"Goodnight!" Mark called out to his egos, receiving a goodnight from the Jim twins while the others were silent.

"Just a little longer, then this'll all be over." Mark yawned as he curled up on the floor, allowing the exhaustion creeping in the back of his mind to finally take over.

"Mark!"

"Fucking hell!" Mark blurted as he shot awake, Jack, Anti, and Jameson standing in the doorway of the room.

"Get up, they're here." Jack directed sternly, the Jim twins already up while Wilford helped Dark despite the demon's protests.

"You mean zombies?" Mark prompted as he scrambled to his feet, Anti tightening the grip on his knife as Jack swallowed hard.

"Kind of...it's Robbie and the others, they found us."