"Ugyidgdiugekjb! Jsdtgkhfiugsedjh- sugyufg! (Sans, that's a human! A survivor!)" The other zombie yelled out, ducking behind the couch as the Legend of Zelda continued on the screen.

"Skuykdufhuiws, sjyrirhr! (It's okay, she's good!)" Sans told him, looking over.

Old bags of chips littered the floor, crinkling as Sans stepped on them. It was a mess, honestly. The room was crowded with old food items, along with a few broken disc cases covered in blood. A large green couch sat in the middle, behind which his one and only friend had ducked behind.

Blond hair popped out first, followed by bright red eyes that blinked a few times. The zombie had less injuries than Sans, except for his eyes, that had dried blood leaking from them. By not going out much, the boy had significant less injuries than Sans, with only a long scratch across his wrist.

"Oiqgeyguf, Suhhhggnsss? (Did you grab her because she was hot, Sans?" He asked.

"Noaudgh! (No!)" Sans said, "Uageiygfhgbv! (I managed to communicate with her! But she is really pretty!)"

Jane stepped on a wrapper and lifted her foot, looking disgusted as it gently fluttered to the ground. Yeah, the place was a mess. It looked more like a gamers hideout than a base at a zombie apocalypse, but hey, it was better than nothing. Survivors didn't go to gaming stores for supplies, it was a safe place for two zombie nerds to hang out.

"You guys... live here?" Jane asked.

Well, that was debatable. Sans didn't really come here often, mostly he came during the night. Sans did sleep wherever he was before, but when a group of survivors had came into the house, their ruckus of looting had woken Sans up, causing the panicked skeleton to climb out of the window and to shimmy down the gutter pipe to escape death.

"Uayegyfskjgfh. (I don't like her, you shouldn't have brought her here.)" The zombie muttered, eyeing her nervously. "Lkjaykuekwfgh. (She's a survivor, she might hurt us.)"

"Aukeygifiygwhb. (Ben, it's alright, she won't hurt us.)" Sans held out his hands. "Yavjfejwbfg. (She's good with a knife, though.)"

Ben mumbled gently, watching her as she slipped off her blood soaked coat. The kid was a good guy, a gamer, and he lost his memories just like Sans. He did know how he got turned, at least, just like Sans. Ben had been in this store and actually decided to get turned, running towards the zombie. Guy was a nerd, through and through. Fun to be around, as a result.

"I can tell you both love junk food and games..." Jane said, picking up a stray bag of bread. "... And bread, apparently."

Sans nodded happily. Bread was something he liked! It was really delicious, especially with ketchup.

Jane noticed his excited nod, and almost threw herself at him to protect this innocent creature from the world. There was no way a zombie was this innocent and pure, no way. He got excited over puns and food, during the end of the world. Why was he so small and adorable?

This had to be a trick. Jane knew to use her body for manipulation, surely he was just doing the same thing, just with his cute face. His other zombie friend seemed more hesitant about Jane, staying behind the couch, also trying not to bite her.

They likely weren't hungry right now. Jane had noticed more hungry zombies attacked more, while those who just ate preferred not to risk it. But never did this happen before. So they probably just were leading her here to save her for later, likely. All she had to do was leave, they couldn't contain her.

Then again...

As Jane looked towards the window, she could see the sun retreating in the sky, darkness taking hold. As her last base was just ruined by her pointless ally, this was her best bet.

So, she'd stay. But trusting them wasn't an option, she wasn't going to sleep with them ready to kill her. They were being nice, and they weren't normal, but they were zombies. Zombies would get hungry, and they'd attack. They always did.

But right now, they were acting so normal, and so innocent it was unnerving. Jane sat herself onto the counter, crossing her legs. The place was a mess.

Sans shuffled towards a counter, drawing Jane's attention to the pile of random, shiny objects collected. He sat down next to it, reaching into the hole in his skull to pull out a few more shiny things and add them to his collection. A tin can wobbled under the weight before Sans adjusted the pile.

"What's all of that stuff?" Jane asked, pointing to the collection.

'Shiny stuff!' Sans wrote quickly.

Now that she thought about it, this probably wasn't a trick. They were just two zombies, both physically weak, without much hiding places around. If Sans wanted to eat her, he would have. Not to mention his weird collection of shiny things.

"How... how coherent are you guys?" Jane asked.

'What do you mean?'

"Akuhegfhb (This chick is weird.)" Ben said, turning back to his game.

"All of the other zombies I've seen are, well, like normal zombies from the movies," Jane said, twisting her knife in her hand. "They grumble, shuffle around, try to eat me, the usual stuff. You both move normally, like alive people do, and you're able to write fine." Jane looked between the two males. "How come?"

"Egtfftgfevkyuv. (Tell her what we've noticed about zombies that do and don't eat people.)" Ben told Sans.

"Ahk. (Okay.)"

'We don't eat people, that's why we think we're more coherent.'

"You guys haven't eaten anyone?" Jane asked.

'Nope.'

"So you can just eat normal food," Jane said, "Are you guys special zombies?"

'I don't think so. We can talk to all other zombies just fine. They just eat people, so I think it's the diet that changes us. If they stopped eating, they'd probably become more like us. I never ate anyone because I wanted ketchup more, and the human hunger just sorta went away.'

"After a certain amount of time, your hunger just disappeared?" Jane turned to Ben. "What about him?"

'He wanted to play video games more. So it wore off for him as well. We don't get zombie urges, and we move around normally. We just can't talk.'

"I think that's probably from the infection," Jane said.

'It degraded our communication. I think if we practiced, we could learn to talk again. Maybe. I haven't tried it. We're both lazy.'

"Yes, I can tell."

'Oh, I can give you my bed for tonight!'

Sans went over to the corner, Ben already having lost interest and returning back to his game. Maybe that was how they were coherent. They both found aspects of life that reminded them of their previous ones. Sans with his ketchup, and Ben with his video games.

"This is your bed?" Jane asked, pointing down to the torn and bullet filled mattress.

'Yup! Well, when I had been dragging it here there were some survivors and they opened fire, and I had to use the mattress for cover.'

"Survivors..." Jane muttered, looking at him. "How many times have you been attacked?"

'I lost count.'

With a sigh, she took one last firm look around the room. On the wall was a rotten piece of bread, ketchup smeared across it as a bonding agent against the degrading building. Then, she took a look at the zombie in front of her, the one who helped her escape to this place. Disgusting, rotting, but safe and smart. His large eye sockets blinked, offering her all he had. He barely even obtained a full bed, yet he was offering it to her.

Welp, that's it. These zombies won.

"Let's make a deal," She said, turning towards both of the zombies. "We'll become a group. You guys need defense from survivors, right?I'm done with other survivors, they're pretty worthless overall. So I'll protect you guys, help you get normal food and stuff, and we'll be a team. But I'm in charge."

"Jsgdyugbefj. (Wow, superiority complex much.)" Ben grumbled.

Sans wrote out what he said, showing Jane. Jane turned towards Ben, narrowing her eyes at him.

"It's not a superiority complex, it's about not wanting idiots screwing up my survival," Jane said, "All of the bases and survivor groups I've stayed with all were pointless and mismanaged. 'Sure, group, let's all split up, that's a great idea, let me get backstabbed by-' Nevermind. What I mean if that I offer you guys protection and guidance, some plans, and you guys follow along and let me use your base."

The two zombies gurgled amongst themselves for a moment, but rather quickly came to an agreement. After all, they both didn't have good chances if a single survivor entered their base. They were both small and weak, Ben was only a young teenager and Sans was a short and feeble skeleton. If they had Jane, a powerhouse, combined with their knowledge of the town, it would be a good team.

"In the morning, we'll be cleaning up and organizing what food and weapons you have," Jane said, "Not now, though. We're going to sleep."

Ben grumbled some unintelligible words, waving his hand over his head as if to wish her and Sans a goodnight.

"That means everyone goes to sleep," Jane said.

'Shouldn't we keep someone up to watch?' Sans asked. 'Usually Ben watches for me when he games, or I watch for him when I eat ketchup.'

"... Fine," Jane said, "But you both aren't getting out of morning cleaning.'

~~~~~~

Stars. Through the small hole in the ceiling, past the debris of the apocalypse, she could see them. It was a wonder what the outbreak of a virus did, as nature had been flourishing, and the sky was more vibrant and clear than ever before. Jane crossed her arms behind her tumbling mass of black hair, staring upwards. Sans was tucked in beside her, his small and frankly frail body wrapped in a thin blanket. Jane didn't need it, and he didn't have many clothes. They'd have to go get new clothes for the two zombies.

"You put your mattress over here for the view, didn't you?" Jane asked.

Sans looked over, caught off guard by the words, but nodded before he grabbed the notebook. 'Yup! I love looking at the stars. They're pretty, like you!'

Jandle chuckled at his compliment. "You just love telling people how attractive they are, don't you?"

'No, I've only ever told you that. You're pretty, even without makeup or fancy clothes!'

"You truly are ignorant and innocent," Jane said, reaching over to pat his head.

Sans leaned into the touch like a kitten, bopping the top of his skull against her hand. They sat in silence, enjoying the feeling of skin on smooth bone contact.

"How much do you know?" Jane asked, "Do you guys remember anything about how you were bitten?"

'Not really. I don't remember how it happened, but Ben does. He got bit on purpose, he wanted to be a zombie like the zombies from his video games. We don't remember anything other than that.'

"You don't remember anything about who you used to be?" Jane asked, leaning forward.

He shook his head. 'Not much.' His fingers were quick in his writing, as if he wasn't even infected with a virus. 'Ben found his name off of a saved game, so he took it from the save file from Majora's Mask. I found my driver's license with my name, so I know my old name was Sans. But I don't remember much.'

"Oh man, if only," Jane chuckled. Her arms crossed behind her head again. "I'd love to forget somethings. Not all... just some. Like Jeff and his stupid ugly face and-" She paused, looking over at Sans, who sat with his ignorance. "Sorry, I have a few problems in my past, specifically named Jeff that I'd love to punch. I won't bother you with it, he's probably dead now. I wouldn't be surprised."

'Sorry about that, I bet he'd be killer company.' Sans tapped the pen against his chin for a moment. 'But thanks for offering to protect us.'

"I'm guessing the survivors are why you have some of those injuries?"

'Not the hole, but some of the other things. Survivors aren't nice- survivors other than you! You're nice!'

"And you guys are nice zombies as well," Jane said, "I think this little alliance is going to work out."

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I forgot to mention this in the Credit/Warnings so I'm putting it here:

Basically, there are sorta two known Jane the Killer backstories for some reason. The first one is the one I had used for my other books, where Jeff was 13, Jane was 16, they were friends until he murdered her family one night and burned the house down with her inside. 

HOWEVER, there is a second story, where Jane is 22, and she has a different outcome to how she became a CreepyPasta. That is the story that I'll be using.Of course, it's going to be tweaked to fit the undead AU, but I should warn you guys I'm using this different backstory. So she's not 19 in this story like the others, I'd say she's around 25.