The hall was filled with chaos as the survivors collided with the zombies, Mark and The Host holding Google's head watching from a distance to keep an eye on Marvin and be backup in case any of the others needed help.

"Robbie!" Jack called out, the lavender haired zombie's attention turning towards the Irishman.

"Schneep, got any ideas on what to do with Robbie?" Jack questioned the German as Robbie ran towards Jack, his bloodstained teeth bared.

"Try to find a vay to knock him out, zhen ve can decide vhat to do from zhere!" Schneep replied as he fought to pin Doctor Iplier to the floor.

"God, he's a strong one!" Wilford remarked with a grunt as he managed to grab Jackaboy's arms and hold the hero back, Jameson flinching as Jackaboy snapped at the mute with wild eyes.

"Robbie, remember me bud?" Jack whispered with a small smile, Robbie hesitating as his pale blue eyes flickered with recognition.

"I'm so sorry this happened, but Jack is here now to help." Jack continued in a gentle tone, the lavender haired zombie looking around at the other zombie egos.

"What...what Robbie do to friends?" Robbie whimpered, his eyes welling with tears as he retreated a step back from Jack.

"Hey, it's okay. It's all going to be okay." Jack soothed, extending a hand towards Robbie as he took a tentative step forward.

Robbie's hand trembled as he reached towards Jack, the Irishman pulling the zombie into a tight embrace.

"R-Robbie so-sorry." Robbie hiccuped through his tears, his face buried into Jack's shoulder while the Irishman simply held the zombie in his arms.

"Zhis is for your own good mein friend!" Schneep shouted as he injected the syringe into Doctor Iplier's neck, the doctor slipping into unconsciousness while Schneep stood up with a sigh of relief.

"Jim, be very Jim!" Reporter Jim cried as Cameraman Jim hit Chase in the head with his bulky camera, the zombie groaning as he fell to the floor.

"Want food...want...blood!" Anti snarled as Dark cautiously circled around Anti, the glitch abruptly charging towards the dark ego.

Dark stepped to the side to avoid Anti's knife and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back to cause the glitch to drop his knife.

"Jim did it!" Cameraman Jim cheered as his twin injected the cure into Chase's neck before he could recover, the ego's eyes fluttering shut.

"Anti stop!" Dark shouted, Anti chuckling mirthlessly as he scrambled towards his knife, the glitch picking it up before tossing the weapon at the ceiling.

The sound of shattering glass echoed around the group as they were plunged into darkness, Dark's aura and Anti's glowing eye the only sources of light.

"Get those that are cured out of here!" Dark directed sternly, Mark and the Host helping to bring the cured egos into the room where Marvin was already resting.

"Hate...hate you!" Anti snarled as he tackled Dark onto the floor, a grunt filling the air before Dark's aura faded as well as the glow from Anti's eye.

"Dark?" Mark called out tentatively, breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw Dark carrying an unconscious Anti in his arms bridal style.

"I suppose here is a good place as any to rest tonight since there aren't any zombies around." Jack remarked, earning a hurt look from Robbie.

"I mean bad zombies, not you Robbie." Jack added hastily, looking around the room as the cured egos stirred slightly in their sleep.

"We should keep those just cured in this room just in case, we can find another room to sleep in." Mark advised, Jack nodding in agreement.

The two YouTubers worked together to bring cots into the room, laying Chase, Jackaboy, Anti, and Doctor Iplier onto their own cot.

"Robbie sorry, Robbie not strong enough to fight voice in head." Robbie apologized softly, his gaze landing on Chase.

"It's okay. What matters now is that everyone is cured now." Jack consoled Robbie, patting him on the back.

"Robbie patrol hospital, Robbie protect friends." Robbie decided firmly, striding out of the room.

"How could Anti have turned so quickly?" Dark murmured, his gaze sweeping across the glitch's prone form.

"Unless..." Dark trailed off as he examined Anti's neck, gently turning Anti's head to reveal an old bite wound still covered in dried blood.

"When could he have gotten bit without us noticing?" Jack interjected, exchanging a look with Schneep.

"I can't believe I didn't notice sooner." Schneep muttered in disbelief, earning a confused look from Jameson.

"The Host would like to know what Doctor Schneeplestien is talking about." The Host interjected.

"Zhe rooftop...Anti must have gotten bit zhen, but I never...." Schneep fell silent as his fingers curled into fists at his side.

"C'mon, we should all get some rest before we try to find the chinook." Mark suggested, Jack laughing in response.

"You guys stole a fucking chinook to get here? Well, I guess that makes sense since you're all psychopaths." Jack admitted, earning a mock hurt look from Mark.

The Host, The Jim twins, Mark, Jack, Wilford, Jameson, and Dark left the room to let the recently cured egos rest, the eight finding a big enough room across the hall where they could sleep.

"I can't believe I'm getting out of here." Jack breathed as he looked up at the ceiling, Mark following his gaze.

"We're not out of here yet." Mark reminded the Irishman gently, Jack turning in his cot to look at Mark.

"You need some PMA." Jack stated before rolling over, Mark chuckling as he closed his eyes and listen to the breathing of the others around him.

"Yeah...I guess I do." Mark admitted as he drifted off to sleep, unaware of the door creaking open.