"The Host can sense that his counterparts are weary of walking and are worried about the oncoming rainstorm brewing overhead-"

"Oh shut up already." Dark growled irately under his breath, cutting off the Host's nonsensical mutterings.

"He's right though, I'm tired of all of this walking and my legs hurt." Wilford groaned in complaint as he flopped down onto the ground, Mark rolling his eyes in irritation as he slowed to a stop. "Look, I'm tired too, but I'm worried about Jack."

"Of course I'm worried too!" Wilford protested as the Jim twins pulled the male up to his feet. "Hopefully Jameson is doing alright."

"I do think that we should find a place to rest soon, especially with what the weather is doing right now." Google advised, warily looking up at the cloudy grey sky. "However, there's a nine point four percent chance that it won't rain."

"But-"

"Woah, look at that!" The Jims exclaimed in unified awe as lightning flashed through the sky, thunder loudly booming soon after.

"Fine, lets go find somewhere to stay until the rain passes." Mark conceded gruffly, the Jim twins filming the weather with excitement as it began to worsen.

Dark and Wilford silently walked side by side behind Mark while the Host remained in the back of the group close by Doctor Iplier, rain battering the group and soaking into their clothes.

"What the hell even caused this infection?" Doctor Iplier wondered aloud as he looked around the eerily silent city with rain dripping down his face like tears, cars parked on the side of the road as if nothing was different.

"The Host knows the answer, but the Host also knows that no one listens to him and is irritated by the fact." The Host scowled sourly, no one listening to him once again.

"Hey!" Jim laughed as his twin jumped into a nearby puddle, splashing water all over his sibling with a grin. "This just in, Jim is an asshole!"

"The Host does not understand why the previous statement is news." The Host spoke up with a confused frown, Mark biting his lip to stifle a laugh while the Jim twins snickered in amusement.

"Ow!"

Mark turned back to see Wilford sprawled on the ground with his foot caught in a pothole, a small scratch on his palm dripping with blood that intertwined with the water.

"You good?" Mark questioned as Dark helped Wilford up with a grunt, the pink mustached ego flashing Mark a thumbs up with his uninjured hand. "Feeling real peachy."

"Wait," Dark commanded sternly as Mark started to walk forward again, the male freezing with a panicked expression.

"Be very Jim." Jim whispered to his twin, the pair silently scanning the horizon with their camera and mic ready.

"The Host knows that zombies can smell Wilford's blood and are on their way towards us." The Host stated matter of factly, zombies appearing in the distance as he spoke.

"Shit." Mark cursed quietly, taking off at a sprint with the others struggling to keep up while zombies chased after them with bloodstained teeth bared.

"There's a hospital approximately point two miles away from here, we can try losing the zombies there." Google suggested calmly, Mark nodding in reply as the ego began leading the way.

As soon as they drew near the hospital, the zombies slowed to a stop and backed off with fearful expressions, the horde rapidly retreating almost as fast as they had arrived.

"Maybe we shouldn't go in here." Jim advised as he adjusted the grip on his camera, sweat beading his forehead from running with the heavy equipment. "After all, if the zombies are afraid of that place, we should be too."

"It's bad out here with the zombies and weather, I can't risk anyone getting sick or hurt. Besides, we can patch Wilford up here and make sure that he's actually okay." Mark countered as he strode inside.

The Jim twins shared a nervous look before following him in with Doctor Iplier in tow, Dark muttering curses under his breath as he stormed in after the four.

"Am I...am I going to disappear like Damien and Celine?" Wilford questioned the Host softly as he hesitated at the entrance, the Host smiling faintly.

"We're all going to die." The Host stated matter of factly, letting out a sigh as Wilford's expression shifted into confusion.

"The Host can only tell the present events that are occurring, not of the future." The Host explained gently. "However, the Host wants you to know that there are people who are reading this and care about you."

"R-really?" Wilford stammered in surprise as he self consciously fiddled with his faded pink suspenders. "Well then, I guess I owe it to them to not disappear."

With that, the pair strode in to find four familiar faces waiting for them that did not look the same as they once did.

"Oh my god." Mark whispered in shock as he instinctively retreated back a step, nearly running into Wilford in the process.

"Hungry, need food." Chase mumbled darkly, his sunken blue eyes that were once sparked with life now void of light.

"Food come to home, we eat food." Jackaboy grunted, several bite marks covering his body with a long gash across his abdomen that looked to be from a knife.

"Food good, food hard find." Marvin chimed in with an inhuman groan, his once white cat mask stained with blood and parts of his flesh missing due to bites that were taken out of him.

"Robbie help, Robbie hunt for friends." Robbie offered as he stepped forward, Mark instantly knowing why the other zombies were afraid as he looked at the group of egos.

"There's a ninety-eight point three percent chance that they will attack us." Google whispered to Mark. "The best course of action would be to, as humans say, get the fuck out of here."

"Wait," Doctor Iplier breathed as he stepped closer to Robbie with a thoughtful expression. "They aren't attacking us immediately...what if they remember us?"

Before the doctor could react, Robbie bit down hard onto his sleeve, tearing the fabric as the other zombie like egos sprang into action.

"Go go go!" Dark barked as he shoved Mark towards the entrance, thunder booming loudly as Doctor Iplier hastily ran after Mark to escape.

Google kept the zombies at bay until the other egos were out, the android-like ego following them out into the rain with parts of his synthetic flesh torn in various places.

"Not that I'm not glad, but why aren't they following us out of the hospital?" Wilford interjected as the four stopped at the door, staring at them for a moment before wandering off.

"For whatever reason, they're extremely territorial," Google mused thoughtfully. "And they hunt in a pack, unlike the other zombies."

"Hey, are you okay?" Mark asked Doctor Iplier worriedly, the doctor already removing his lab coat to reveal the pale blue t-shirt he was wearing underneath as he checked his arm.

"I wasn't bitten if that's what you mean. Besides, I'm a doctor, I know what's best." Doctor Iplier promised as he wrinkled his nose in disdain at the large hole in his lab coat before dropping it to the ground.  "Damnit, I liked that coat."

"What do we do now?" Jim spoke up as he lowered his camera, glancing over at his twin for reassurance.

"Right now," Mark sighed as he ran a hand through his rain soaked hair. "We hope that we don't run into more trouble on the way to find Jack."