Things were working out far better than they all expected. Sans knew Jane was a good leader, but this blew him out of the water, it was amazing.

Her plan actually went off without a hitch. With one person in charge, there was no confusion to add onto their mess. Sure, it wasn't the best choice to start a new town of zombies, but then again, a democracy wouldn't be any better, and would only cause more confusion. Right now, their best choice was to have one leader, and have her work to protect everyone. They worked for her, she protected them.

It was a good plan.

Zombies got phones and all created accounts, following her on twitter for updates and such. Some even followed Sans on reddit for his memes, which he was very grateful for. Slowly but surely, they started to clean up, get organized, and had a good town started. Younger zombies found replacement parents, baby zombies were cared for, bodies were cleaned off the streets and farms were organized to start harvesting again. Overtime, the town grew better. Zombies discovered their talents, and worked accordingly with it. With their entire wipes of memories, most zombies got along.

It was a town, and it was nice.

Sans didn't get many more memories, not without direct triggers to activate them. He observed that as time passed. The longer zombies didn't eat, the more their natural muscle memories and skills returned. However, that didn't include memories. Memories had to have a specific event to cause a zombie to remember. Sans didn't gain many more, and they were so unspecific that it wasn't very helpful. A snow filled area. Warm, bubbling hot chocolate as he sat with a book on his lap. A curl of a flame as someone he didn't know told him to pay his tab.

Sans wasn't sure how long it would take to get his memories, but the other zombies seemed to be having the same amount of difficulty with the specifics of their memories. Most of them were so fuzzy and short none of them could piece it together. If Sans had to guess, based on his observation skills, it'd take far longer for them to gain their memories than their other skills. And even then, if they did gain their memories, they would have changed to the point where they aren't the same person anymore. They would have grown too much. Became better versions of themselves. Gotten new memories. Not that their old selves wouldn't have had any impact on who they would become, but they wouldn't exactly 'reset' back to who they were. They'd be evolved. Newer, better, more experienced people.

Saying the word reset, even within his mind, had Sans suddenly tensing. He didn't know why, either. He just didn't like the word.

"You okay?" Jane asked, adjusting the blanket that was laying across the two of them. "I can change it to a stand up if you'd like that over this horror movie. I know you like Jim Gaffigan."

"I'mmmggg... gooodddh," Sans said, trying hard to pronounce everything right after the countless days and nights of practicing their speech. Since he started practicing before everyone else, and he had gotten the hang of it far before they did, he was far more on track than any of them. A bit off, but understandable, and he could say most words just fine.

The two of them were curled up onto the couch, Sans sprawled out over Jane's body as they cuddled, watching a random zombie movie they found. It was a bit ironic how much they watched zombie films now, considering they were living inside of one. But really, being in the zombie apocalypse wasn't as intense as the movies made it out to be. Sans didn't remember what it was like to be a survivor, but as a zombie it really wasn't that exciting. Most of all he just shuffled around, and without the intense hunger, he was mainly just bored out of his mind.

But he liked this life he has now. It's nice. With good friends, Jeff and Ben, a good little sister, Sally, and an awesomely hot and terrifyingly strong girlfriend, Jane. Overall, he liked it. The town they were inside of was now safe, they had a good home, everything was nice.

So why did it feel like he was still missing something?

Jane growled when her phone buzzed, no doubt upset that their movie was being interrupted. She moved to grab it, clicking on the notification.

"There were some survivors spotted on the east side of town," Jane said, moving to sit up fully, bringing Sans with her. "Everyone is already evacuated, but I'm going to have to go and probably kill them."

Survivors weren't a common appearance, but they weren't incredibly rare. From time to time, a group of survivors would pop up into town, trying to expand their territory and loot the stores. Jane handled them without issue, just basically killing them on sight. One group even somehow discovered Jane was in charge of the town and tried to challenge her, only for them to immediately all be murdered.

"(Are we going somewhere? Can Jane take me with her? Charlie needs a new tie,)" Sally said.

"Salllly wants herg toooo ta... ta..."

"Take her with me?" Jane finished.

Sans nodded.

"Sorry, Sally, not today, I have to leave to the east side of town because there's some survivors," Jane said, "If you want, you and Sans can go to the west side. It's safe there."

"To theeeee Walmargh?" Sans asked.

"To the Walmart, yeah," Jane said, rubbing his skull. "You can grab whatever Sally needs from there, right?"

Sally nodded firmly.

"Good," Jane said, "I'll be back soon. Make sure to tell Ben and Jeff before you two head out."

~~~~~~

"Ties are dumb."

After countless attempts of trying to put on a tie, Sans, in a disgruntled mannar, threw the tie onto a bare and sheetless mattress.

"Come on Sans, it's my graduation! You have to look presentable! For me?"

"I'd love to... but... and..." The words were so faded that Sans couldn't recall what the other said, and his vision was so blurry he couldn't remember who he looked at.

A pair of red gloved hands approached, the tie now in their hand as they started to tie it around his neck.

"What would you do without me, Sans?"

Flashing out of his memory, Sans found himself standing in front of a rack of ties, one of them held in his hands. The lights flickered above, but stayed on, as the sounds of Sally's movement on the other side of the rack shuffled about.

"(I think this one looks good,)" Sans told her, moving over to her and holding out the tie.

"(No, get a bowtie! I can't tie those!)" Sally said.

"(Nah, it's okay, I can tie it. Here.)"

Sans crouched down next to Sally, his slim fingers wrapping through the material as he carefully fitted the tie around Charlie's neck. Once it was firmly tied, Sans pulled back, turning around Charlie to show Sally his look.

"Dooo you lieeeehhhk?" Sans asked.

"(He looks amazing! Where did you learn to tie those?)" Sally asked, taking Charlie back into her arms.

"(I... don't remember,)" Sans said, "Annnn... tie... try to tallllgg... more."

"(But talking is hard!)" Sally said, "(How do you do it?)"

"Pract... iseeeee. Lots."

Admittedly, talking was pretty difficult when first starting. Once you got the hang of it, though, it was much easier to figure out the rest. They weren't learning talking for the first time, they were just remembering how they did it before, and recovering their lost ability. It'd take a bit, but Sally was struggling the most. She hated talking normally.

"(I'll learn how to talk amazingly and I'll be super duper awesome!)" Sally said, puffing up her chest.

"(You're already super duper awesome,)" Sans said, booping her nose.

Sally giggled, hugging Charlie back against her chest tightly. She really did love that bear.

~~~~~~

Now, where were the survivors?

Jane clicked away on her phone, asking the person where they saw the survivors as she stood in the middle of the street. They said east, and she's here. Did the survivors already leave?

The zombie replied quickly stating that they were seen near the...

Near the Walmart? There was no Walmart over here, it was on the west side. Jane told them that, and looked down at the phone, waiting for a reply. They followed quickly, swearing it was on the east side near the Walmart.

'The east side has the Walmart and toystore, right?'

'No, that's the west side. The east side has the large field and the broken down ice cream store. Is your map upside down?'

'Oh no it was. The survivors are on the west side.'

Jane rolled her eyes at the inconvenience, getting ready to turn around before she realized that Sans and Sally, two people she cared about very much, were in the Walmart the survivors were seen near.

"F*ck!" Jane yelled, hoisting her coat further over her shoulders as she took a sprinting start towards the other side of town.

~~~~~~

Sans almost cursed when his phone buzzed, fiddling with it to see a notification from Jane. Both a welcome and terrifying sight, the skeleton quickly turning off his buzz feature before looking at the message.

'Get out of there, the survivors are on the west part of town, not east! The zombie f*ck had his directions mixed up. I'm omw now'

'I am very aware they are here, I think we "tied" on figuring out that part'

Sans pressed his hand against the back of Sally's head, who was curled up against his chest, shaking and trying her best not to sniffle. They were both tucked away in an aisle, the sounds of survivors bustling across the almost empty Walmart. If either of them were too loud, no doubt the survivors would come to investigate.

It was scary. There was only one exit, the front doors, that the survivors had come from, loudly barrelling through the store in search of supplies. Sans and Sally could hear them, looking through the other aisles, loud and destructive. If he could, Sans would have taken Sally and ran through the front doors, but the survivors decided to station a few lookouts to watch for zombies. Fun.

"Shhh," Sans whispered quietly, pulling Sally closer.

There was no hiding it, they both were zombies. With Sally's very obvious bite mark on her head, and Sans' hole in his skull, they couldn't pass as survivors. Not to mention the uncertainty of these survivors, and if they were willing to listen to anyone outside of their group or not. For all Sans knew, they could be a 'shoot on sight' type of group. Even if he did somehow pass with his hoodie up, his talking wasn't up to par, as he still grumbled a lot and sounded more like a zombie than human.

Sans peaked out from behind the toilet paper rolls he had hidden behind, looking out into the aisle. From his long stay at the gaming store, Sans had learned hiding in the least searched places was the strategy to use. At the end of the world, survivors were so concerned over food and weapons that they would never consider to go into the cleaning aisles. It was a good hiding spot.

But would it last?

The survivors might stay for awhile, and Sally looked awfully terrified. She might break into sobs at any moment, already muffling her whimpers into Sans' hoodie. If they came near the aisle the two were hiding inside of, no doubt Sally might break. She'd be too loud, and everyone would know a child was in this aisle, and they'd come running. Sans couldn't leave through the front door, but Sally couldn't handle being here for too long.

They were screwed, plain and simple.

The survivors were getting closer. He could hear them. Their loud searching, shredding of plastic, closing in on him. The group was small, Sans had heard one of them order to split up and search quickly, since they were in unknown territory. But still, one survivor would be hard to fight off when Sans couldn't use a gun or knife for the life of him.

"(I'm going to get us through this, okay kid?)" Sans whispered.

Sally looked up towards Sans, her bottom lip trembling. "(How?)"

Without a reply, Sans peaked outside of the aisle. They were getting closer. However, he didn't pay attention to the loud voices or constant ruckus, instead narrowing his gaze at the several cleaning items littered across the shelves. He could figure something out, couldn't he?

As if the final piece clicked together, his mind started to whirl with equations, specifically what each bottle was for and what chemicals they held. More and more numbers started to cram within his brain, his hands reaching out and tearing open one of the stacks of toilet paper.

He had an idea.

~~~~~~

A figure, tall and slim, with a thick coat hanging on her chest turned the corner, a hand firmly clinging to her backpack as she moved. Her strategy was simple, in and out of the aisles, grab a few things she needed and throw aside the others she didn't. They didn't have much time, this was risky territory, anything could happen. Who knew how many zombies were festering around.

When she turned, the corner, though, the woman had a brief chance to see a slingshot made out of toilet paper and the cardboard rolls before a bottle of liquid was launched towards her, landing at her feet and exploding out in a fit of bubbles. She cried out, slipping back onto the puddle of liquid and falling onto her back.

What?

She stumbled up, reaching for her weapon before she noticed what was happening. There, covered in bubbles and chemicals, she watched a zombie pick up another child zombie, trying to run away. Was that-

"Charrrrliiiegghhh!" The girl screamed, flailing against the skeletons hold.

The woman was confused before she looked down, noticing a teddy bear that must have gotten knocked down due to the splash. She picked it up slowly, she turned it over, looking on at the two struggling zombies.

"We hhaaaaagggg to guuhhhhh!" Sans said, pulling back at Sally.

"Charlieeeeeeehhh!" Sally screamed again, reaching for the stuffed bear.

"We'llll come bauggg for himmmmm latergh, weeeeeh haveeeef t'a guh!" Sans said.

However, in the fight, Sans persisted, picking up Sally and quickly sprinting off with her, the little girl kicking and crying the entire way, ever so desperate for her stuffed bear. Snapping out of the confusion, the survivor stood up, giving chase after them.

Sans continued forward, holding the crying child as he tried to figure a way out. Jane would take too long! Where could he go? Maybe he could hide in the clothes section?

The thumping of footsteps made fear snap throughout his soul, Sans turning to quickly run down a different aisle. The woman was faster than him. She was going to catch up and kill him! Fear for Sally's safety snapped through his body, his bones picking up with the sudden familiar feeling of losing a loved one. His soul sparked, more and more, until...

Sans suddenly was running across grass.

He stopped, slippers digging into the green sprouting out of the ground as he stared at his new surroundings. Sally choked on her sob, just as confused as he was.

They weren't inside of the store anymore. Instead, they were a block down the road. The humming of some type of energy buzzed across Sans' bones, so familiar, but he was unable to recall why. His body felt different, the air felt different. What just happened?

"(Sans...?)" Sally asked, hugging him with fear laced in her voice.

"(I... I don't know,)" Sans said, "(I really don't know.)"