#BATIM Saudade AU Stories

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I had another idea for a prompt. My idea was something with Wendy? Maybe she's with Norman, or is with someone else, since Norman got bit? If you don't want to do this, it's okay!

Sorry I took so long to do this! It’s a really great prompt, and I just wanted to make sure this one turned out really good! 😅

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A little girl stared outside of a window in the motel room she and her older brother were staying at for awhile. Snow gently landing on the ground again. Seeing it made her smile. There’s still beauty left in this strange world. If only Norman would let her play outside.. he said it was too dangerous and that it was safer to be inside, where the ‘sick people’ can’t hurt her.

In fact, she could see a few of them outside through her window. Shuffling around covered in weird black stuff that came out of their eyes and mouths, appearing to be looking for something. A few stared up at the sky and tried to catch the snowflakes. They kept trying to eat the snow, only to spit it out after. Then about a minute later they’d do it again. As if they had forgot.

Wendy thought it was odd. Were the ‘sick people’ just really hungry? Truth be told she’d never actually seen what it is that they eat. Whenever she and Norman had to move to another place, he’d always cover her eyes when they seemed to find one eating. Back hunched over, sitting on their knees and shoving red things into their mouths. The bizarre splash of red spread to their faces each time they took a bite. Sometimes Wendy thought she saw what appeared to be an arm or a leg.. but that’s when Norman would immediately cover her eyes. Telling her not to look.

Speaking of Norman. She hadn’t seen him much today.. when she woke up this morning she noticed that he seemed really tense. His skin was looking a little pale too. Wendy asked her brother if he was okay, but he only said: “I’m okay Wendy. Don’t worry about me.” There were bandages on his left arm as well. It looked like he had spilled some juice on it, because it looked a little red.

Figuring that she must’ve fallen back asleep earlier, because she didn’t remember her brother leaving the motel. The little girl wondered how long it had been since he left. It couldn’t have been more than an hour or two right?

Wendy peered through the windows again. Hoping to catch sight of Norman, heading back home. Instead she just saw more of the ‘sick people’ walking around. One of them was rather close to the window as well. It was a young woman with crimson stained teeth and clothes. Wendy hadn’t noticed it standing nearby until the the zombified woman locked eyes with her.

A piercing inhuman shriek tore from its throat. Suddenly throwing it’s body at the window. Causing a crack. The woman got back up and snarled furiously, banging her fists on the glass. A few other undead were drawn by the sound of her screams. Shuffling to the window to help catch whatever meal is inside. Wendy let out a frighten gasp and ran to the bathroom. Closing the door and locking it behind her.

“N-Normy! W-Where are you?!” Wendy cried out. Terrified that the ‘sick people’ would find their way inside the motel room. She could hear their loud gurgling groans even from inside the bathroom. It sounded like a few other zombies had started trying to break down the front door too. Scratching and slamming against the wood. Attempting to force it open with all their might.

Tears streamed down her face. Praying that someone could save her. Or that her brother would come back and get rid of the monsters. Wendy closed her eyes and hugged her knees. This had to be a nightmare. This was all just a bad dream. It had to be.

Thankfully, this wasn’t the end. The sound of gunshots from outside came to her rescue. There were other noises too. Scary ones.. not to say the sound of a shot being fired isn’t frightening, but that was at least more comforting than the sounds of snarls and growls. A gun meant that a survivor was here. Someone could be here to help her!

All Wendy could do at this time was sitting and waiting. Continuing to silently pray that whoever is still alive wouldn’t fall to the group of undead outside. Listening carefully for every little noise. Since there was no window to see out of, it was very hard to tell what was happening.

When things grew quiet she feared that maybe the person outside had died. Instead she swore she heard keys jingling. They were opening the front door!

Immediately the little girl unlocked the bathroom door and peeked outside. To her absolute relief she saw the form of her brother. Running out of her hiding place and pulling him into a hug.

“N-Normy! I was so scared! W-Where were you?!” Wendy sobbed. Although she wasn’t sure if it was because she was glad that her brother finally came back and had saved her, or because she was still scared.

Slowly, Norman returned the hug. Not saying a word. Wendy looked up at him and noticed something wrong. There was a bite-mark on his neck. Dripping something dark and red. His skin was even paler than before and his veins had become slightly visible. Even more so around the bite area. He.. he was sick..

“I-I’m sorry Wendy.. I-I’m so sorry..” Norman was crying too. Tears strangely dark instead of clear like regular tears. It looked a little like the black stuff that always leaked out of the eyes of the ‘sick people.’

How could he have messed up this badly? First he had his arm bitten earlier that morning when exploring parts of the motel.. then he leaves to try and contact his friends to see if they’ll look after his sister, and he comes back to find the place swarmed with zombies! Trying to get into their motel room so they could eat Wendy. Then he gets bit again while trying to fight them off.. there’s no way this could get any worse..

“W-Wendy.. it isn’t safe here anymore. I-I talked to some of my friends.. one of them said they could look after you.” It pained him so much to say it, but Wendy couldn’t be with him anymore. It was too dangerous. He only hoped that his sister wouldn’t get angry and try to stay.

“L-Look after me? Why do I have to leave..? A-Aren’t you coming too?” The little girl didn’t understand. Sure, her brother looked unwell.. but that didn’t mean he was going to turn into those monsters outside. Of course it didn’t mean that. He’s fine.

Norman looked into his little sister’s eyes. The person he had been taking care of for years since their parents died. It was impossible to say no to that face.. especially when she looked to be ten seconds away from bursting into tears.

“I-I will.. eventually. I promise.. I’ll come back for you.” The young man lied. He hoped with all his heart that it would never happen. Knowing that after he turns, he probably wouldn’t remember her. None of the infected seem to remember anything.. and he didn’t want to end up killing her if they came across each other somewhere in the future.

No. That would never happen. Norman would make sure of that. Wendy will be safe. He’d protect his sister until his last breath. For now, he’d use whatever time he had left to get his little sister somewhere safe.

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Hey! Sorry again for taking awhile to do this! I really loved this prompt and it was really fun to write! I tried really hard on this one so I really hope you like it! I was actually going to make it longer, but I had a little trouble. I’m love to try and continue this in another prompt though if you guys decide to send one! Sorry if it isn’t good though. I tried my best! 😅

[bornoffireandwisdom]

This was absolutely AMAZING!!!!! Oh my gosh! Lacie was so darn cool!! I loved how battle-ready she seemed. She’s clearly a great survivor!! Poor Bertrum for not being allowed to help at first because of his broken arm. Good got to help later though!! I loved the part when Lacie finds a zombie and doesn’t quite realize it’s him, and then she does, it was so well done!!! I also love it when it shows what’s going on in Zombie!Grant’s head!! It’s so interesting!!! I love knowing what he’s thinking! And Shawn trying to wrestle the gun away from Lacie because he cares so much about Grant was so sad!!!! Yeah but Lacie is right though, Grant’s not himself anymore. He really wanted to eat her! Thank goodness the leather jacket was so strong that his teeth didn’t sink in far enough to actually bite her!! It was kind of funny when Lacie kicked Grant and he flew backwards though lol. It’s a good thing that Bertrum helped get Shawn back inside too. And it was nice that Shawn helped Lacie block the door because Bertrum’s arm is broken. The ending was so sad too! I felt so bad for all of them!!!! Shawn must’ve felt so awful for trying to stop Lacie from shooting Grant, but at the same time he probably feels responsible for Grant showing up in the first place. When Shawn started crying and Lacie tried to calm him down, oh it was so sad!! I loved it!! This whole thing was written so incredibly well and I absolutely LOVE this!!! I can’t even express how great this story was!! Thank you so much for writing it!! I love it! Thanks again!!!! 😄😄😄😄😄❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also sorry if I sound weird! I’m very tired! 😅😅 I absolutely love this story! Thank you so much again!! 😄😄😄😄❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@bornoffireandwisdom asked for a follow up to this, so here we are.

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Lacie had just returned from a perimeter check when they heard the dissonant clatter of the cans. All of them froze. Lacie reached for her gun.

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[bornoffireandwisdom]

Lured Away: Part One

Shawn and Bertrum are out, and Lacie is stuck watching Grant in the safe-house for a bit. Things go south pretty quickly.

Hey guys!! Here’s a new story with Zombie!Grant! In this story it has been a few weeks since the “painting on the walls with his blood incident” lol. And during that time Shawn and Grant managed to meet up with Lacie and Bertrum! Grant is a little bit more aware than he was in the last story. I thought I should tell you guys in case you’re wondering if he’s acting a little different. He’s also come up with a few names for certain things. 😄

I’m working harder to post things faster! I kind of wished this a little though.. so I’m sorry if it isn’t very good. I tried my best. If I find any problems with this story I’ll try my best to fix them later! I really hope you guys like it despite any problems it may have! (Sorry again for the Read More still not working!) 😅

Also I’m sorry if I highlighted too many words! I’m still trying to figure out how to use those. I can never figure out when the right time to use them are. I really hope it doesn’t look too bad. I really rushed myself to finish this story today. 😅😅

If you guys like this story though please reblog or leave a comment! I love seeing what you guys think of my stories! It’s what motivates me to keep writing!

Anyway I really hope you guys enjoy this story! I’m planning on making a second part to this so I really hope you guys like this! 😅

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Luck wasn’t on Lacie’s side today.

Bertrum had gone out to collect firewood, and Shawn had to go grab some more food since they were running out.

Lacie really wished she hadn’t asked Shawn who needed to stay behind to keep an eye on Grant..

So here she was. Stuck at home. Watching as Shawn left the safe-house. Slight nervousness settling in her stomach. She’d never been alone with Grant before. Normally Shawn looked after the kid, but because Lacie had recently sprained her arm she had to stay behind.

The zombie in question, was sitting on the floor, finger-painting on the drawing pad that Shawn had found for him. Although this time he was painting with actual colours and not with his blood. Thank goodness. Grant stopped doing that once Shawn has shown him all the pretty new colours.

At least she’s pretty sure he stopped. The one-eyed woman thought she saw the boy dab his finger into the black liquid that always leaked from his eyes and mouth earlier, but there was no way to tell for sure. Unless she got a look at the papers he was painting on, but Lacie didn’t want to get too close to him. Just in case.

A shudder ran through her body as she thought about that. It was just so disturbing to see such an intelligent boy reduced to this.. a flesh-eating monster. Even if he wasn’t trying to eat them, which in itself is very bizarre, it’s still what he is now. A zombie.

Something that only wanted to spread death and disease. A mockery of life that shouldn’t feel anything but hunger and rage.

Yet he wasn’t like that.

Grant was not attacking, not trying to rip her apart to devour her insides. He just sat down on the wooden floor quietly. Simply painting like a small child. It was bewildering to say the least.

The woman watched as he flipped to a new page, and started tracing his fingers along the paper with his paint covered hand. For a second, Lacie thought she saw his mouth twitch into a small smile.

What made the boy so different? She had no idea. Lacie heard stories of people losing their loved ones to the virus, and believing that they were still in there, only for the zombies to turn around and rip them apart. Of course the kid had a few close calls.. but that only really happened if he got too close to other zombies.

Lacie knew that Grant had been a gifted kid.. but being a math genius couldn’t be what is causing him to be so unaggressive.

Sure, the boy seemed to be making some progress. He hadn’t tried to attack her or Bertrum in weeks but then again that could just be because Shawn kept a close eye on him.

Not only that, Grant did seem to enjoy learning. The woman usually seeing Shawn try to teach him things through flash-cards and by reading to him.

But did any of that even matter?

Grant is gone. No amount of teaching and learning will be able to bring him back. Only a cure would fix this, and back before the news stations went out the reporters stated that hope for a cure is bleak.

The woman sighed. Turning away from him and looking down at her watch. Hoping that Shawn and Bertrum would be back soon. They haven’t been gone long, but she just didn’t feel comfortable watching Grant by herself.

‘Poor kid.. didn’t deserve this.’ She sadly thought to herself. It was so hard to push away the guilt that appeared every time she saw the boy.

No matter how hard she tried to push those feelings away, they always crept back up on her. The dread of Grant suddenly snapping, charging towards her with bared teeth and soulless eyes. Good thing Lacie has her gun in her holster.

Speaking of the kid, he was being a bit too quiet now. She turned around and looked to where he had been painting. Only to find no one in sight. Just an empty room.

Uh oh.

Distracted by her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the zombie move. His painting pad was gone too. Where did he go?

Lacie looked around the room. Eye darting from place to place. He couldn’t have left right? The kid didn’t even know how to open doors. Where was he?!

The woman swore under her breath. She checked the small kitchen. Nope no one there, next she tried looking in the bathroom. Nothing, bedroom? Wait. The bedroom is upstairs. There’s no way he could go up there.

She felt a cold breeze enter the living room.

The door is slightly open.

No that’s impossible! The one-eyed woman was sure that it was closed before, and locked! No one would be that stupid. Besides, Grant didn’t know how to turn doorknobs-

Her internal monologue shut off as she peeked through the crack in the door. Near the front steps was a splash of paint.

Oh shoot.

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Smart. He was feeling smart.

The two “Not-Foods” accidentally left the door unlocked, and Grant had been paying attention to how they turn that knobby thing on the door. Sometimes he tried to turn it when no one was around, it just wouldn’t open before. However this time it did.

Grant left when “Hide-Eye” wasn’t looking.

Now he could explore the outside a bit. The living never let him go outside by himself.. they tried to explain why, but he couldn’t understand. He’s still learning how to understand the way the “Not Foods” communicate.

Why would they want to keep him from being outside? The breeze brushing through his hair felt pleasant. Air cool and refreshing unlike the suffocating stuffiness of the safe-house, despite the fact that he no longer required air to breathe.

Lots of noises were heard outside the safe-house too. He was curious about them. The boy especially liked the chirping sounds that the small winged creatures made. He tried to copy it, but ended up making a shrill shriek instead. Grant didn’t like that sound anymore after that. It wasn’t pretty like the chirpy noise.

Holding onto his painting pad tightly, he shuffled around, looking at anything that caught his interest. There were many pretty things out here. So many flowers. Grant remembered those things from the flash-cards Shawn had been showing him. That one was easy to remember because he liked the colours.

While he continued to explore, he thought he had saw a “Fuzzy Soft.” Those little creatures with big eyes and tails. They made noises that he thinks sound something like “meow.”

Slight excitement bubbled within him. Quickening his shambling. The young zombie wanted to see the “Fuzzy Soft” but it was walking away. Why was it walking away?

Grant was a bit far from the safe-house by now, and it wasn’t until he could no longer see the “Fuzzy Soft” that he realized he was lost. Where was he?

None of the buildings were familiar to him.

He was starting to get anxious. He didn’t like being alone.. the world always felt colder and darker when the “Not Foods” weren’t there. The boy wanted to go home now.

Why did he leave in the first place? He couldn’t seem to remember why.

Things he hadn’t noticed before started to pop up. All the broken glass.. scattered papers with large letters and signs. He couldn’t read them, but a feeling told him they were serious.

“Metal-Wheels” were here too in several places. Headlights smashed, windows broken, the front smudged with black liquid. Grant hated them. Sometimes they’d make horrible ringing noises that would seriously hurt his ears. Shuffling back a bit, wanting to steer clear of those “Metal-Wheels.”

No. No. This is scary. Grant didn’t like this place anymore. It was already getting cold and dark again and he needed the “Not Foods” to make it better. The zombie turned around, trying to figure out where he had came from.

Why did all of this feel so wrong?

Loud groaning and gurgling noises interrupted the zombie. Hearing the disturbance all the way from the end of the empty street. Grant spotted blurry figures nearby, they seemed to be coming his way.

Wait. He knew what those figures were.

“Others.”

Those weird and scary people that smelled like him. They even resembled him a little. Which was odd and disturbing. Pale skin. Lined with dark veins, blood leaking from their eyes and mouths. Their clothes were even dirty and messy too. Covered in black and red stains.

Just like Grant.

Well, maybe not totally. The young zombie looked down at his clothes, and indeed they were messy. Just not nearly as stained as the “Others.”

If the boy could remember correctly.. “Others” were bad and dangerous. Shawn, “Hat Man” and “Hide-Eye” told him not to go near those things. There was a blurry memory of “Others” trying to hurt the “Not Foods” and that thought upset him. Why would they want to hurt his friends?

Was it because they smelled really good?

Grant figured it must’ve had something to do with that. Sometimes he wanted to hurt them too.. but he always tried to fight off that instinct.

“Others” were getting closer now. It was starting to make him nervous. Grant didn’t want them near him. Looking at him with those pale empty eyes. Crying out in their pain-filled moans. They made him feel things that he couldn’t understand..

Like a pulling sensation.

A few of them raised their arms towards him. Seemingly to reach out for him. Although he wasn’t sure why.

Grant’s head was beginning to ache, and he held his head in his hands. The world was losing its colour. He didn’t like this. This is wrong. The boy shook his head roughly, trying to dispel the dull chill threatening to flood over his mind. Accidentally causing droplets of blood to fling onto the pavement in the process.

Voices.

Words he could understand filled his brain one by one, the virus automatically translating their groans and grunts.

‘Help.. search.’

‘Food.. meat..’

‘Come with..?’

They’re hungry. He could tell.. and now he’s hungry too.

Stabbing pain shot through the boy’s stomach and he almost fell to his knees from the pain. Groans and gurgles getting louder and louder, to the point where he wasn’t sure if they were coming from the “Others” or himself.

Foggy. It’s getting foggy. He grips his painting pad for dear life. Not wanting to lose it in the fog. He didn’t want to lose the colours. Not again. Hearing the “Others” getting closer and closer, and all Grant could do was let out a weak pleading cry.

Hungry.

So HUNGRY.

An ice-cold hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him along. There was nothing he could do to stop it. The zombie’s head was spinning so fast he thought it might fall off. His legs moved on their own.

The new memories he made with the “Not Foods” were getting blurry and dusty. Shoved far into the back of his brain.

He let out a groan.

Hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry.

Fingers loosening. The boy dropped the painting pad. Letting it fall into the mud.

Grant wasn’t coming back for it.

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Lacie was worried. Terribly worried. Shawn would be devastated if Grant disappeared. She needed to find that kid quick before something bad happens to him.

That boy was an easy target for the other infected. She’s seen how they like to form groups when hunting prey. No doubt if she doesn’t find Grant fast enough he could get dragged into one of those little “packs.”

The boy was just.. so easily influenced.

It almost made him seem innocent. Well. As innocent as a flesh-eating zombie could be.

Commonly catching the kid in the act of shambling away when the survivors switched safe-houses. Especially if there were other zombies nearby. Usually Shawn would take him by the hand and steer him back to the right direction.

Lacie knows that she’s prepared to mercy-kill Grant if he gets violent. Aware that she may have to put him down if he wanders away with other zombies.. but Shawn would never forgive her would he?

It wasn’t that the woman didn’t care about Grant. She did. Before the apocalypse she tried to look out for the kid as much as Shawn had. It’s just that the difference between her and Shawn is that she doesn’t believe that Grant can be fixed through love and patience.

That isn’t realistic. Only a cure could fix him.

This didn’t stop her from going to try and get the boy back though. If there’s a chance that he hasn’t gone bloodthirsty like the other undead then she should take it.

Lucky for the woman. The boy had a way to be tracked, by both his little droplets of black blood and wet paint. It was a good thing that the paints were still wet.

She followed them around until the little splashes of paint weren’t to be seen anymore. Instead she found several trails of red and black blood.

There was a particularly disgusting puddle of zombie blood spattered on the ground. A corpse must’ve vomited up some of their excess blood. Messes like this pointed towards a traveling zombie group coming past here. Lacie felt a shiver run down her spine at the sight of it.

This is a very bad sign.

Lacie didn’t want to think about it, but it was likely that Grant wandered off with other zombies, and if that’s really the case then she’ll probably never see him again.

Now the one-eyed woman had a choice. Either go look for the zombie and be potentially eaten by him and other walking corpses.

Or just let him go.. which was probably safer for everyone, but still heartbreaking nonetheless.

Neither option sounded good to her.

If she goes with the first option, she might end up having to kill Grant in self-defence if he doesn’t recognize her, but the second option is just as hard.

Sure Lacie had her doubts about whether Grant really isn’t a threat.. but the kid is not an animal. He’s a person.

‘He was a person.’ An unwelcome thought corrected.

Lying close to the mess of black liquid. In a pile of mud, sat a painting pad. Pages smudged with paint and blood. It was obvious who this belonged to, and with this clue, the woman felt her heart sink.

The gun at her side beginning to feel heavier as her fears were now confirmed.

Grant had gone with the undead.

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I really hope you guys liked this story guys! I tried my best to make it good. I’m really sorry if it isn’t though! I promise I’ll try to fix any problems if I find them in the story later! 😅😅

[bornoffireandwisdom]

Painted Black.

(Alternative Title: Finger-painting.)

Zombie!Grant gets left alone in the safe-house while Shawn is getting more supplies, and Grant makes a mess lol.

Hey guys! I’m sorry I’ve been taking so long to write again.. I don’t know why I keep getting writer’s block. I really do want to write. I’ve been trying to work on the third chapter of the main story for my Apocalypse Spinoff AU, but I kept getting stuck. I hope hope this story will make you guys happy in the meantime. I worked very hard on it. 😅

Sorry if this story isn’t good though! I tried my best, but I know I always accidentally leave mistakes. So I promise I’ll try to fix them later if I find any! (Also I’m sorry that I can’t place a Read More still. They just won’t work anymore. It hasn’t worked in a really long time..) Also I’m sorry if this story is a little too dark! 😅😅

Anyway I really hope you guys like this story! If you so please re-blog or leave a comment! I love seeing what you guys think of my stories! Even if it’s just little messages in the tags! It makes me so happy! 😄

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Shawn was gone again today. Like usual, Grant had no idea where or why he went.

Standing, staring unblinkingly at the door that the man had left out of. The boy was unsure how long he’d been standing there for. He couldn’t remember what he had been doing before Shawn left.

Remembering things is hard.

What was the man trying to tell him earlier? Be “good”? Was that it?

He tried to remember what “good” meant.

Good.. often had different meanings. It could mean “no biting” or “staying quiet”, or even “no touching.” This confused the boy. Why did the word have so many different meanings?

Did this mean he had to be quiet? There was no food in here to try and bite.. so it couldn’t be “no biting.” The man took his bag with him, so he couldn’t touch his things either.

Yes.

Quiet. That had to be it. He just needed to be “quiet.”

What was a quiet thing he could do while he waited for Shawn to come back?

Grant stood there for awhile again. Trying to search his brain for some sort of activity to keep himself occupied.. but he couldn’t think of anything.

The lonely boy let out a frustrated groan, and some blood accidentally spilled from his mouth and onto the floor. Uh oh. Now there was a dark puddle in front of him. Shawn always looked sad when he saw these.. although he never knew why.

He doesn’t like seeing Shawn sad.

There’s a puddle on the floor. Shawn will get sad. There’s a puddle on the floor. Shawn will get sad. There’s a puddle on the floor. Shawn will get sad. There’s a puddle on the floor. Shawn will get sad-

The zombie stared at the puddle for quite some time. A strange feeling of static grew in his mind as he stood there. Thoughts replaying in his head like a mantra. As though he were trying to figure something out..

Slowly it hit him.

Clean the puddle.

Yes. “Cleaning.” What was that again? That’s.. when you make messes go away right? Yeah. That had to be it. It had to be.

Grant felt a bit of pride swell up in his un-beating heart. Happy to have figured something out. It wasn’t until he realized that he didn’t know how to clean it, that his pride disappeared.

No. No. That isn’t fair. He almost had it. Didn’t he? Now Shawn is going to be sad again..

A flicker of anger passed through the boy, and he swatted the puddle of blood with his hands. A dangerous growl forming in his throat. Then he snarled. Swatting at it again.

It splashed a little. Spreading the dark colour further across the floorboards. He paused for a moment.

The colour could spread?

Grant dipped his fingers into the blood. Curiosity surging through his undead brain. He pulled them out. The colour was running down his fingers.

Slowly an idea popped into his head. He lifted his fingers to the ground. Letting them hover for a moment.

Black stuff was starting to drip onto the floor from his fingers. Making tiny puddles, smaller than a penny. Metaphorical gears started moving in his head, and he wondered what would happen if he dragged them across the wood.

It left a trail.

Grant was shocked. What was this? He felt like he had just discovered some special secret, unknown to the universe. His finger left a trail from the dark liquid. How did it do that? Would it happen again?

He dragged his finger against the floor again, and sure enough, it left another trail.

His mind was blown. It happened again. No longer wanting to try just his fingers, he dunked the palm of his hand into the puddle of zombie blood. Before pulling it out and slapping it onto the wall next to him.

A handprint was left on it.

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Nearly three hours had passed since Shawn had left on his supply-run and he finally got back. Tired and exhausted. Accidentally stumbling across a horde of zombies and having to hide from them only an hour before.

At least he could get see Grant and get some rest now that it was over. It’s because of him that he’s still fighting. Still trying to survive in this apocalypse. As long as Grant stays right by his side he’d stay hopeful for a cure.

The man sighed and smiled with relief as he opened the door to the safe-house.

Then his eyes filled with horror.

Blood covered the floor and the walls. Dark handprints scattered the place as though a crazed murderer had just been through here. Painted in horrible black liquid were messy lines and poorly drawn shapes in most places as well. It almost looked like it was made by an insane pre-schooler.

And there, in the corner of the room, sat Grant. Dabbing a finger into the blood that leaked from his eyes and pressing it to the wall.

Shawn didn’t know whether to feel very concerned or relieved. Because one: The blood on the walls and the floor thankfully wasn’t caused by a murderer, and two: Grant is painting the walls with his own blood.

It was so disturbing that Shawn could only stand there in shock. He hadn’t even noticed when the zombie had gotten up to greet him, he was too busy staring at the terrifying mess left by the kid.

There was a tugging on his sleeve and the man was pulled out of his thoughts to see Grant looking at him expectantly. He looked.. almost excited.

“H-Hey kiddo! D-Did you do all that?” Shawn asked, his voice shaking with discomfort.

The boy answered with a small grunt, before pulling on the man’s sleeve again. There was a spark of something in the zombified teen’s eyes. A hint of urgency?

“Y-You want to show it to me?”

Grant nodded before letting go of the former toy-maker’s sleeve and instead grabbing his arm. Nearly dragging him across the room to look at his latest picture.

His most recent painting was pretty messy, and rather gruesome, just like the rest. Although Shawn thought he could make out what appeared to be two stick figures in the mess of blood. Underneath were the letters “S” and “G.”

So Grant really was paying attention during his reading and writing lessons?

Shawn sighed. Feeling the terror that had been threatening to grab ahold of his heart ebbing way.

Despite the horrific nature in which the paintings were made. Shawn couldn’t help but feel.. glad that Grant seemed so excited about something. It had been so hard to get him to show emotion. Usually he was just off in his own little world. Staring into space, or moaning about being hungry, and when he wasn’t doing that he was just being clingy. Like he didn’t want Shawn to leave.

This was a milestone. It may appear small to some people, but to Shawn this was everything. Grant had been listening when the man had been trying to teach him how to read and write again. This is progress.

A groan had once again pulled the man back out of his thoughts, and he turned to see the boy staring at him. Waiting for an answer.

“It.. it looks great Grant. Is that supposed to be you and me?” Shawn asked despite already knowing the answer.

“Y-Ysssssh..” Grant said with a rasp. The young zombie attempting with difficulty to say the word “yes.”

“I.. I love it buddy. I’m so proud of you..” The man softly replied. Tears welling up in his eyes as he noticed the small smile forming on the undead boy’s face.

A smile may seem like nothing to most people, but when a loved one has been turned into a zombie, you have to appreciate the little things. What seemed so small meant so much to Shawn. Pulling Grant into a hug. Not worried about being bitten. Not caring that he was cold. The kid had only ever tried to bite him once and that was before he recognized his face. The man trusted him completely. There was no way that Grant would ever bite him on purpose.

“I’m so proud of you..”

When the man let go of him, the zombie was still smiling. Although he seemed to want to get back to painting the walls with his blood again. Maybe the former toy-maker should add some drawing pads, and finger paints to his supply-list.

Looking back at the bloodstained walls, and ruined floor he realized that this would most-likely take a very long time to clean up.

Perhaps they should find a new safe-house.

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I really hope you guys liked this story! I worked on it all night! Sorry if it isn’t good though! I tried my best! Like I said before if I find any grammatical errors or anything like that I promise I’ll fix them later! 😅

If you enjoyed this story please remember to re-blog or leave a comment. And thanks again if you liked it. 😄

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Epidemic: Chapter Two

Shawn tries to look for Grant in an abandoned office building. While Grant tries to stay calm in a place filled with zombies.

Hey guys! This is the second chapter for the main-story of my Apocalypse Spinoff AU! Sorry it took me so long to write this! I just had really bad writer’s block again. Also I’m sorry if this story isn’t that great. To be honest there a few things I wanted to change, but I felt that it was too late. And I’m sorry if the story isn’t as good or as interesting as the last one. But I still tried very hard to make this story good! I tried my best! 😅😅

I’ll put a link to the first chapter in case anyone would like to read that first! 😄

Here it is! 😄 https://bornoffireandwisdom.tumblr.com/post/189380590305/epidemic-chapter-one

I really hope you guys like this story guys! I tried my best to make this good. If you guys like it please comment or reblog! I love seeing what you guys think of my stories. Even things in the tags are good! It’s okay if you guys don’t want to though! I don’t want to bother anyone. 😅

Anyway. I hope you guy’s like the story! Sorry again if it isn’t good though! 😅

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Only a day had passed since the outbreak, and it had already reduced the city into a crumbling ruin. The building that Shawn hoped Grant ran into during the attack had smoke billowing from one of the windows. He could hear the undead moaning within. Shawn couldn’t tell how many could’ve been in there

“Please don’t be dead Grant..” The man whispered to himself before heading inside the zombie-infested place. He held onto his shotgun tightly. Bracing himself for whatever could be lurking in the shadows.

Movement flickered nearby and Shawn quickly turned around to see a zombified woman. Her face was covered in deep wounds. There didn’t seem to be any bite-marks, so the man figured she must’ve been infected through those scratches. The infected woman hadn’t spotted Shawn. So he took this opportunity to try look around more.

Nothing particularly noteworthy came up until Shawn found the stairs leading up to the second floor. That’s when he found a torn backpack filled with food, water, medicine, and other useful supplies. He recognized this bag. It was Grant’s backpack.

‘So he did come in here?’ Chills ran down Shawn’s spine. He inspected the bag further and found specks of blood. Carefully, the man slung the other backpack over his shoulder. Shuddering to think of what could’ve happened to cause the bloodstains on the bag.

Returning to plan, he set foot up the stairs again. Getting distracted is a waste of time. So instead, Shawn focused on staying quiet. The dead could come rushing from anywhere at the slightest unfamiliar noise. He began to hold his breath when he got to the top of the stairs.

A large hallway greeted Shawn. It smelled of blood and rotting meat. He pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose to mask the smell. Not that it helped much, but it was better than nothing.

Trekking through the corridor, Shawn spotted a man sitting up against a wall near what appeared to be a janitor’s closet. The man was missing an eye, it’s chest ripped open, covered in blood, and wasn’t moving. Shawn couldn’t help but be disturbed by this corpse. He could see trails of black liquid leaking from the body’s empty eye socket, and from the one that still had an eyeball.

‘Can the dead sleep?’ He thought to himself as he backed away from it. There was no way to tell if that corpse was in fact a sleeping zombie, ready to shriek and snarl upon being woken, or if it was purely just a dead body. It did have the black liquid running from its eyes like the others though.. so Shawn didn’t want to take any chances. Creeping silently away.

A door lay at the end of the hall. The man wasn’t exactly sure why, but he had a feeling that if Grant were to have wandered into this place in a daze, he might’ve went for that door. Slowly Shawn shook his head. A ridiculous thought.

Maybe he was just getting desperate at this point. Searching every room in the second floor would’ve been a death-sentance with all the zombies that could be hiding within those rooms. Still. He needed to find Grant. So why not start with the door at the end of the hall?

Shawn gently held onto the doorknob. Twisting it slowly. His other hand reaching for his knife. Bracing himself for the possibility that the undead could be waiting just behind the door.

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Screams and shrieks were breaking out of the building and within the streets. What was happening out there? Did a zombie spot someone or something? Was it Shawn? Grant tried moving to a window to take a look, but he was too scared. He just couldn’t move. All he could do was try to keep himself from falling apart.

‘I’m okay.. I’m okay..’ The boy kept trying to reassure himself. He wasn’t outside anymore. It was safe. Yes of course he was safe! Who wouldn’t be safe trapped inside a building with flesh-eating corpses?

‘Oh god I’m going to die in here!’ Tears escaping again. He gripped his knees tight as he tried not to hyperventilate.

A Twisting.

A squeaking.

There was a noise at the door. Grant’s eyes flashed over to see that something was turning the knob. He backed up. Terrified. Even though the undead weren’t smart enough to open doors properly, the young man was still afraid. All logic was thrown out the window in that moment. He shut his eyes tight. Not wanting to see what might happen next.

Whatever he had been expecting, miraculously didn’t happen. Nothing came lunging for him with the intent to eat him alive. Instead he heard a voice.

“Grant!” A familar man pushed the door open and shouted his name. Grant had to blink the tears before he could fully make out the image of his saviour, although telling by the accent, he already knew who it was.

“S-Shawn! Y-You’re here!” He practically flung towards the man and just clung to him. This place was beyond terrifying. He was scared that Shawn would either never find him, or that he would die trying if he hadn’t already been killed. The comforting relief that washed over Shawn’s face was mutual. Grant felt it too.

“Course I am buddy. I’d never leave you like that.” He held Grant in his arms. “I’m here now.” There weren’t enough words in the world to describe how happy he was to find the young man safe. Too many times did the thoughts of finding Grant dead cross his mind. Well, now that was over. Grant was fine. He was safe, and most importantly alive.

“D-Did you find my backpack? I think I dropped it when I came in here.. I-I need my gun.” A brief look of shame appeared on Grant’s worries face as he asked about his missing bag. Really wishing that he had never lost it in the first place, not that he could help it in his dazed state earlier. With a sudden fwoosh, a backpack was dropped into Grant’s arms. He caught it with a surprised gasp, and a chuckle from Shawn.

“Found it by the stairs on my way up. Don’t worry about it kiddo. Everything’s still in there. I checked.” The older man ruffled his hair, playfully teasing him. Letting out a laugh when he saw the small embarrassed expression on Grant’s face. He always got a little embarrassed when Shawn treated him like a child.

Their happy reunion was interrupted by the sound of more inhuman shrieks coming from outside, and a few floors below them. A survivor must’ve been hiding or traveling close by. Looks like they got caught.. and as horrible as that is, this could make for a good distraction.

Maybe they can escape safely.

“We should get out of here, right now.” The older man said quickly, followed by a nervous nod of agreement from Grant before they both quietly and carefully left the room. Now they just had to worry about not getting caught on the way out.

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Night had fallen by the time they had escaped back to a safehouse. This had been their second time staying there, since the Apocalypse had only started nearly two days before at this point. Grant had practically collapsed onto his rolled-out sleeping bag.

After dropping both backpacks onto the floor, the older man pulled out his sleeping bag from where he left it. Putting it next to Grant’s like usual, before lying down on it.

Shawn felt exhausted as well. He’d never have guessed that things could spiral out of control so quickly. It was just insane. He still remembered how one of the news reporters broadcasting the other day had been eaten alive on camera. That left Shawn wondering, if this was it. The end of the world.

Surely, nothing could get worse than this right?

Shawn rolled over on his sleeping bag to check on Grant. Relieved to see his friend already sleeping soundly. The older man chuckled softly and gently patted his head. Before he drifted off to sleep himself, he thought about tomorrow, and how he should try to get in touch with his other friends from the studio.

‘I’m sure they’re all right.. they’re strong people. They can handle anything.’ The man smiled to himself sleepily. Promptly falling asleep soon after.

They were safe. Him and Grant. They both were. At least for now. Hopefully things will go more smoothly for the next for days until they find someplace safer to stay.

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Hey guys!! I’m so glad to have finally gotten something written. I hate writer’s block so much! I really, really hope you guys like this story! I tried very hard to write this!

If I find any grammatical or any other kind of errors within this story I’ll try my best to fix them later! Oh! And sorry there’s no “Read More”! I can’t seem to get those to work anymore! Anyway, I hope you liked the story! 😅😅

[bornoffireandwisdom]

OH MY GOSHHHHHHH!!!!! THEO THIS IS SOOOO GOOD!!!! This was so heartbreakingly good!! All the parts with Grant made me sad! The way that he was just so hungry and cold, and how badly he was beaten up by the survivor! I get that a lot of people have been killed by zombies, but she didn’t need to go so overkill on him! Poor Grant!! And the pure franticness and desperation to find the photo that she took was so sad! You write zombies so well Theo!!! I want to say more but I just woke up and I’m still sleepy. Sorry about that! I really loved this story!! It was so creepy, scary, and sad!! It’s perfect for the apocalypse and extremely well done!! Thank you so much!!! 😄😄😄😄❤️❤️

This is a continuation to a story that @bornoffireandwisdom wrote several months ago, and something I continually insisted I would try to finish, because I’m a “good” friend who is “responsible” and “mature” and totally didn’t fail maths in her final term of school :,)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it when you find it. EXTREME tw for gore by the way. 

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[bornoffireandwisdom]

Following the Trail

A recently turned boy tries to search for flesh. Instead he ends up encountering someone from his past.

This story was inspired by a really awesome picture of Zombie!Grant made by theoscout! 😄😄

https://theoscout.tumblr.com/post/613020400788570112/bornoffireandwisdom-happy-late-birthday-it-took (Here’s a link to the picture made my theoscout! 😄😄)

Also sorry again for taking so long to write another story! I’m so glad that I managed to get something finished now though. I just hope it’s good. I’m sorry if it isn’t though! I tried my best! I really hope you guys like this story despite any problems it may have. If I find any problems with it later I’ll try to fix them, I promise! 😅😅

If you guys do like it though then please leave a comment or a reblog! Even those little messages in the tags are good! It’s okay if you don’t want to though. It’s just seeing them really make my day. I might try to make a part 2 after I finish the second chapter of the main story for this Spinoff AU! 😅😅

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Blood.

There was so much of it.

He followed it. It smelled good. Although he wasn’t sure why exactly. His instincts told him to keep following the good smell, that it meant food. Oh how he needed food so bad.. his body hurt so bad. Just one bite, he’d do anything for just one bite.

The dead boy sniffed around. Following the trail of blood on the snow. His legs moving in an uneven and jerky motion. A stumble here and there whenever he tried to pick up the pace.

There were others nearby, but only a few of them. Huddled together and watching him silently as he passed. They must’ve ate very recently since they weren’t joining him to look for food. His kind just shivered in their bloody snow-covered clothes. Trying to find warmth to sooth the ever-present chill that had only increased from the cold weather. Just another small thing that had been left behind from who they used to be.

He turned his attention back towards the scent. Trying to take his mind off of the urge to join that little group, instead focusing on that overpowering smell of blood. Forcing himself to move again. Clutching his stomach with one hand, in an unconscious attempt to temporarily lessen the pain of his hunger.

A small moan of discomfort left his lips. The snow was thick and heavy. This was taking too long. It was so much harder to move when they were cold. He wasn’t sure why. Moving was difficult already. It was hard to stand up straight. Hard to run.. it was like he just couldn’t make his body move the way he wanted it to.

A howling wind pushed him forward. Was the white things in the air falling faster now? They were landing in his eyes and on his face. The boy reached up and touched the snow on his face. Seeing the skin of his arm almost blue. It was cold. So cold..

For a moment, just a brief moment. A blurry memory resurfaced. Just a small memory of warmth.. and a smile. Someone speaking in a language he could no longer understand. It was so hard to make out what survivors were saying. Not being able to comprehend it made him feel sad. Almost like a tugging in his un-beating heart.

Since rising, he hadn’t been able to remember anything. Not even his own name. Feeling so lost and confused. As if he’d been missing something very important.. he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

No.

Don’t think about it.

Food. He needs to find food.

The young zombie sniffed the air again, taking in the smell of blood and flesh. Re-igniting the painfully starved ache in his stomach.

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Minutes.

Hours.

The boy had no idea how long he’d been walking out in that blizzard for. Snow clung to his clothes. If he were still alive, he’d probably be suffering from frostbite by now. Black blood that usually leaked from his eyes and mouth seemed to stick to his skin. Was it possible for blood to freeze? He wasn’t sure, although it certainly felt that way.

Snow had covered up the footprints left by the survivor that he had been following, due to that extreme sudden weather. Thankfully no amount of cold, white powder could hinder a zombie’s sense of smell. Hearing and smelling were a zombie’s best-friend. Both much stronger than that of an uninfected human. They rely on it to get around and to catch food, since their sight is naturally very poor.

Suddenly his foot made contact with something hard and it almost sent him stumbling to the ground. He looked around wildly, having been alerted to something that he strangely couldn’t see. His shoe kicked at the hard object. Testing to see if whatever he walked into was alive or not. The young zombie tried to take a step forward, only to find himself smacking into some sort of wall. What was this?

Backing away slightly, and rubbing his eyes almost out of habit, he stared ahead at the white wall until he could finally make out patterns similar to that of wooden boards. From what he could make out, they looked old and worn. He put his icy hands against them. Feeling around, until he felt something rectangular. A door? He paused to listen for anything inside the old, snow-covered home.

A small pitter-pattering noise of tiny feet scurrying across wooden floorboards came from within the place that is clearly falling to pieces. Mice. He could even catch the sound of faint squeaking. Although these weren’t the noises the zombie was hoping to hear. The scent of a human’s wounds led to this building.. but then why didn’t he hear anyone inside?

This frustrated him. Why.. why couldn’t he hear food? He walked into the door. Forgetting it was there, and once again smacking his face by mistake. Wait. How do you open doors again? The boy couldn’t remember how, so he tried hitting it and scratching it instead. The wood was weak. If he just hit it hard enough.. he was sure it would open.

Thankfully, it did. Almost breaking from its hinges in the process.

Inside the house, there was a sleeping bag laid out on the floor. A few empty cans scattered around which the mice were investigating. He paid them no mind. Besides the discarded food cans and sleeping bag, the place looked pretty empty. It seemed like no one was here. However his nose told a different story. The smell of human blood was very present in this wooden cabin. Someone had either been here not too long ago, or they were still here.

Along the floor were small puddles of red. Leading towards a staircase. He followed them, knowing that this was a very good sign.

Unfortunately, what quickly followed was him loosing his balance and slipping, sending him tumbling down the stairs. Zombies weren’t the greatest when it came to stairs and doors. At least with doors they could try to break them down, but stairs were a whole other problem.

It hurt a little when he hit the ground. Only a little though. His kind had a high tolerance to injury. He’d seen ones having knives embedded into their bodies by survivors and still keep walking. They can even survive multiple gunshots. He slowly pulled himself back into his feet with a groan.

Another door stood in his way. He reached a weak arm towards it, about to push the thing that blocked his path open when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Crackling. A fire. Noise that could not have come from those tiny little animals.

Breathing. He could hear breathing.

Human. Not a mouse.

Food. It was food.

Eat. He needed to eat it!

Letting out a shriek of hunger-induced rage he lunged for the door. Opening easily. Turns out it wasn’t locked, or even completely closed. Just enough that it could simply be pushed on to be opened. He didn’t question why a survivor would’ve left it open. He didn’t have enough brain-power to wonder about that anyway.

Suddenly there was a loud bang.

His ears burned. His head felt like it was exploding. Noise. Too loud. What was it? He hated it. It hurt. The sensitivity of his ears taking away the feeling of something fast and small exploding through his chest, and causing him to crash to the floor weakly pathetically. Holding his ears and shrieking. Trying to call for help, but he hadn’t seen any other infected near the building when he arrived earlier. No one would come.

“S-Should’ve known.. one of you would’ve come here to finish me off. You can try to eat me.. but if you think I’ll just let you do that without a fight you’re dead wrong..” A woman’s panting voice came from the corner of the room. The boy couldn’t understand her, nor could he see her as his eyes were shut firmly while he tried to recover from the immense strain to his ears. All he could do was lie there and shake. Not even noticing when the survivor had turned him around. So she could look at him.

“Now let me.. get a good look at ya.. I’m guessing you just turned.. not too long ago huh?” She paused, trying to get a look at him, black blood dripped down his face, and his eyes were shadowed by dark messy bangs. It was easy to tell when someone was recently turned. They were always covered in their own blood. Infection is a nasty process. Incredibly painful. It usually starts showing symptoms in the form of dark veins extending from where a victim was scratched or bit. They start to develop a strange hunger for meat and go into a cold fever. The more severe symptoms being black blood leaking from the eyes and mouth. Eventually the victim starts to have trouble breathing. Causing them to go into painful coughing fits, and vomiting. Ending with the victim drowning in their own infected blood. It was a horrible, gruesome way to die. The woman wouldn’t wish that kind of death on anyone.

As she confirmed her suspicions of this being a recently turned zombie, she decided to check if the creature had been anyone she knew. Although there really was no point, as the chances of it being someone she’d recognize were slim. Just in case, she did it anyway. So far she couldn’t tell. He did look a little like one of her friends.. but that was probably just her worries messing with her. She always had a bit of a fear that she would come across zombified forms of friends and family, but believed that it would be better to know, than to never find out what happened to them. “F-Figures.. newer ones are always easier to kill.. can’t freaking handle the sound of a gun. Well at least that’s good news for me..”

The zombie cracked one eye open and growled. Light came pouring out of a lit fireplace in the corner of the room. Making it slightly easier to spot the image of a woman with very curly blonde hair, tied back in a messy ponytail. She appeared to have an eyepatch on one eye. And her side was covered in blood. Red, and very human blood.

The blood. It smells so good.

Just one bite. Just one piece of flesh.

His head was hurting again, and this time not from the loudness of the gun. Instead it was from the overwhelming urge to kill and eat.

“Hmm.. you’re pretty small.. n-no wonder you got bit.. there’s no muscles on you at all.. how old were you? Sixteen? Seventeen? A high-school kid probably..” There was a sigh from the woman. Honestly she wasn’t sure why she was talking to this thing. It couldn’t understand her, all it was probably thinking was about how tasty her flesh might be. Yet she still found herself talking to it.

“You better not h-have brought.. any friends with you. I-I can handle a scrawny teenage boy.. but I know when I’m beat..” A strained laugh came from the blonde woman. It looked like it hurt for her to even breathe. Blood was still dripping from her side, but she still lifted up a rather large looking gun. And began loading a shell into it.

Twitching in pain on the floor. All the boy could really do was watch her. The pain in his ears had finally begun to die down, but it still hurt quite a bit. Ignoring the woman’s incomprehensible words, he tried to get up. Only to be pushed back against the floor by a heavy boot.

“P-Persistent little freaks..” She mumbled under her breath before continuing bitterly. “I-I can’t believe some people s-still think they can fix.. you guys. A-Are they kidding? Come on. T-Tell me this is fixable.”

He snarled at her. Growling furiously. Raising an arm and lashing out to scratch her, but she managed to back away before he could get her. Nails angrily digging into the floor instead. If he could just get a little closer then he’d finally be able to eat.

“I-I hate this.. y’know? I don’t want to kill anyone. E-Especially not kids like you who just happened.. to be in the wrong place at the wrong time..” The woman looked at the struggling form on the ground with sympathy in her eyes.

“N-Not when.. you almost remind me of my friend.. y-you dress just like him.. Grant. Even your hair is pretty similar.. Maybe you two could’ve been friends..” What appeared to be a ghost of a smile had briefly shown on her face. It quickly vanished though, replaced one of heartbreak.

Name.

A name. Familiar name.

Whose name was it? Was it his name?

He let out a strained groan to express his confusion, since it had been the only actually thing he managed to catch the whole time she had been talking, but was interrupted when the survivor suddenly started crying.

“Stop it! Stop doing.. this to yourself Lacie! T-They’re fine! Grant and Shawn are fine! So what if I haven’t.. heard from them in awhile! A-All of them are fine!” She wiped her eyes hard with her sleeve before turning to look at the young zombie still collapsed on the ground with fury.

Wait. Second name.

It’s familiar too.

The survivor grabbed her gun and pointed it at his forehead. She had to kill this thing fast. It may be stunned, but who knows how long she had until it wore off. The zombie was already starting to crawl towards her and that was not a good sign, but when she looked at the kid’s face all she could think about was how he could’ve had a life, a family, people who loved and cared for him, even friends. Until the virus came along.

However the last thing either of them were expecting, was for Bertrum to come through the backdoor. Covered in snow while carrying firewood, and looking extremely surprised and equally shocked upon seeing his injured friend, and a zombie who looked remarkably like Grant Cohen currently trying to eat her.

“G-Grant?”

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Hey guys! Once again I’m sorry if it’s not that good! I’ll try my best to fix any problems I find with it later! I hope you guys liked the story but it’s okay if you didn’t though! But I still hope that you like it! I just want to make you guys happy! 😆😅

Oh! I thought I’d give a little explanation in case this was confusing! Lacie had gone out of a food/supply run and got injured during the process. Whether she was bitten or just injured is for you guys to decide. Grant had turned into a zombie a few hours or a couple days before and just so happened to come across a survivor’s blood trail. Which turned out to belong to Lacie. He followed her back to the house that she and Bertrum were hiding in, and the house had previously been used by other survivors in the past, which explains the leftover supplies above the basement. Bertrum had gotten into an argument with Lacie before she left to get supplies, about how he felt that he was useless and wanted to try helping to get supplies too, so he left while Lacie was gone to try getting firewood during the snowstorm. Lacie was worried when she came back to find him gone, but figured that he would probably be fine since Bertrum isn’t stupid and would hopefully be back soon. Lacie didn’t immediate recognize Grant because he was dirty and covered in blood from when he turned (it’s a very painful process. Ouchy ouch!) But she did notice that they kind of looked a little alike. Bertrum was able to recognize him though. Sorry if this sounds confusing and doesn’t help much though! 😅

[bornoffireandwisdom]

For the Zombie Apocalypse AU, maybe Grant and Shawn encountering zombified coworkers?

Ooooooooh! Yes. Mwahahahaha. 😆😆

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Out of anyone they had to run into. Why did it have to be Sammy? Shawn and Grant were looking for supplies in an abandoned convenience store. Only trying to grab things like water, food, anything else that could be useful. When they stumbled upon Sammy. Well.. Sammy’s corpse. Why was he there? They had no idea. All that mattered was that he was, and they needed to get out before he spotted them.

They could hear his moaning from the other side of the small store. The two men hiding behind the counter where the cash register was. Grant almost screamed when he saw their former friend. Shawn had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop him. His other hand clutching his shotgun.

Making noise was a risk. From what the two men had observed, the infected seemed to have terrible eyesight. Although they made up for that with enhanced hearing. In order to get out of this building safely, Shawn and Grant needed to make as little noise as possible.

Sammy Lawrence shuffled around between the aisles. His clothes and face covered in blood. Most-likely having fed before coming in here. The rest of his appearance just as unsightly. Pale, almost blue skin. Veins visible and dark. Covering his body, stopping at his face. Glowing yellow eyes dripping with black blood. It hurt to see a friend reduced to something like this.. but there was nothing to be done for him.

“W-We can’t l-leave him like that..” Grant whispered after Shawn removed his hand, trying desperately not to cry. He wanted to so badly. It just wasn’t fair. Why did this have to happen?

“We don’t have a choice.. I’m sorry. Right now we have to focus on escaping..” Shawn patted his friend’s shoulder. It was the only thing he could do to comfort him at the moment.

Thankfully Sammy didn’t hear their conversation. He was preoccupied with one of the little toys in the store. He accidentally stepped on a squeaky toy. The sound attracting his attention. Looking around wildly. Letting out a confused gurgle. Not realizing it had come from something he stepped on, he started searching around for the noise.

It was at this moment that Shawn had an idea.

“Grant.. I’m going to throw something to the end of the room. The sound should grab his attention. Then we need to get out of here quick.. I’ll go on three.” There was a ring of keys on the counter that someone must’ve left there during the chaos of the outbreak. He grabbed them.

“O-Okay.. please be careful.” Grant said in a small worried voice. He sat close to Shawn as he got ready to launch the keys to the other side of the room.

“One.”

Sammy was still prowling the aisles.

“Two.”

He paused at the chocolate candy section. It almost looked like he was trying to read something.

“Three.”

With one swift movement the keys flung to the back of the room. Scattering to the ground loudly. Earning an alerted growl from Sammy. Accidentally knocking over a few things for sale in the process of pursuing the sound.

‘Thank god..’ The two men silently thought as they crept out from the behind the counter and towards the door. Finally getting out of the store. Leaving Sammy’s undead corpse behind.

Hopefully they wouldn’t encounter anymore zombies on the way home.

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That was fun! Wow I’m tired though. It’s 1:17 AM. But doing a prompt was worth it! Sorry if it’s not very good though lol, I’m just very tired, but I had a lot of fun! I really hope you liked it! 😄😄

I hope I can do more prompts tomorrow! 😄😄

[bornoffireandwisdom]

Prompt: snow zombies

Snow zombies. This is going to be fun. 😆😆

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It was cold. Colder than usual.

For the dead this was strange. They were naturally cold beings.. but this was too much. Many zombies were outside when the snowing had started, and many survivors had taken to watching the undead react in confusion to the bizarre weather through binoculars. They couldn’t deny that it was pretty entertaining.

Sammy groaned. He didn’t like this. Being cold felt natural to him, but this is beyond freezing. Strange white things fluttered down from the clouds. Landing in his hair and on his face when he stared up at them. What were these things? They made him shiver more than usual and they seemed to be everywhere.

Several zombies nearby were huddling up together in a group. Trudging through the whiteness together trying to search for a meal. Sammy’s instincts instructed him to join the small band of wandering undead. During the walk he spotted what appeared to be some infected children, poking and prodding at the snow. Seeming just as bewildered about the strange white powder as he was.

Feeling his curiosity grow, he crouched down to try and touch the whiteness. His hand came back freezing and covered in the stuff. He groaned uncomfortably at the sensation and wiped his hand on his bloodstained clothes.

So touching it might not be the best idea.. what about eating it? It didn’t have a smell, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t food right? Maybe he’d have just a small taste. Scooping a pile up with his already frozen hands and shoving it into his mouth.

Nope. Too cold!

The former music-director spat it out. Way too cold. Definitely not food. That was a disappointment.. he was so hungry and he hasn’t seen even a single survivor today. It was almost like the food was hiding from him and the others..

There was a confused gurgle close by and Sammy turned to see that the zombies he had been traveling with had witnessed him try to eat the snow. They watched him curiously.

Apparently whatever he did, seemed to interest the rest of the undead. A few moaned questioningly while another few copied what he did. Shoving a small pile of snow into their mouths before spitting it out after realizing it wasn’t food.

Suddenly the rest of the dead started doing it too. Even the little undead children nearby started trying to eat cold, fluffy, white stuff that fell from the sky. What had he started? Sammy barely knew what any of this stuff was anyway.

Soon after everyone had finished trying the snow, they soon went back to whatever it was they were doing before. Huddling together and shuffling around searching for survivors. While Sammy continued to watch the mysterious white specks gently rain down. It may have been unpleasantly cold.. but for some reason Sammy found them to be pretty. Deciding to stay outside a little longer so he could watch them fall.

It almost seemed familiar.. had he seen these white things somewhere before?

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Hey! Thanks for sending me this prompt! It was fun to do! Sorry if it isn’t very good though! I kept getting distracted by the TV in my room. Sorry about that! I tried my best to make this good! I hope you like it! 😅

[bornoffireandwisdom]

Epidemic: Chapter One

The apocalypse was the last thing anyone had been expecting. No one was prepared. Governments all over the globe were in extreme panic as a mysterious virus had swept throughout all major cities. It started out with people simply being sick. Then people began to drop like flies. Reanimating into bloodthirsty creatures soon after.

A day after the apocalypse was when the survivor groups started. People looking for food, shelter, weapons, and water, basically all the things needed for survival in this new world. Shawn Flynn and Grant Cohen were originally part of one group. But a sudden zombie attack had caused multiple members of the group to seperate, including the two men. Sadly for them. Things were only going to get worse from here.

Hey guys.. I’m sorry I took so long to write the first chapter for the story I’m making for my new Spinoff AU. The BATIM Saudade Apocalypse AU. I had really horrible writer’s block for so long. I’m also sorry if this story isn’t worth the wait.. if you guys don’t like it I promise I’ll delete it. I don’t want to bother anyone. Maybe I’ll try re-writing this some time if writer’s block goes alway.

Anyway. I hope you guys like this story. It’s okay if you don’t. I know it’s not very good.. I’ll try harder next time. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed anyone. I’ll try my best to fix any problems I find in it later..

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It truly frightening to stumble upon those creatures. The infected, lumbering around like they’re puppets on strings. Bleeding faces and blood-stained teeth. Dark veins spreading all over their bodies, and eyes glowing with a yellow haze. He knew that they used to be people only a day before.. but there was nothing human in them now.

They traveled around in groups. Sometimes growing so big in numbers that survivors would refer to the dead as ‘hordes.’ Searching for people to infect. Eating never seemed enough for those monsters. Ripping into one body and then lunging for the next. Going for anything that moved, as long as it wasn’t another zombie.

Because of an oncoming horde, Shawn had briefly become separated from Grant. Naturally he was absolutely terrified. The kid was a ticking time-bomb of Anxiety. When the outbreak started the day before, he could barely get him to move. Grant was almost paralyzed in fear. If Shawn hadn’t found him in time he probably would’ve been eaten. How was the boy supposed to handle being in a zombie-infested city without anyone to protect him?!

Feeling like a complete idiot for having this happen in the first place, Shawn swore under his breath. Pulling out a box of ammunition from his backpack, and steadily re-loading his firearm. Hearing it click into place. He then proceeded to run out of the alley he was hiding in, like a maniac. Completely disregarding the safety rules put in place by most survivor groups.

Rule Number One: Always check if an area is clear.

“Grant?! Grant, where are you buddy?!” Shawn called out into the surprisingly empty street, save for broken down cars and burning debris. For a second, everything seemed fine. Until he heard a choked gurgling from behind a pile of rubble. Then Shawn tensed up. Knowing what was coming. Mentally scolding himself over his recklessness.

A middle-aged man appeared. Wearing a black suit, white shirt and blue tie. Clothes that probably were once spotless and clean were now covered in blood and dirt. A single bite-mark rested on his neck, oozing with foul black liquid. The very same substance that was leaking from the man’s eyes and mouth. It staggered forward on unsteady legs. Slowly it stumbled towards Shawn.

Rule Number 2: Never underestimate their speed.

Suddenly the zombified man snarled, breaking into a sprint and then a quick lunge. Just narrowly missing Shawn who had dodged, and slamming into a brick wall. Knowing the enemy’s weakness was crucial in the new world. Luckily Shawn had already figured a few of them out.

“Heh. That was a close one. Nearly got me.” Shawn laughed. The zombie was now lying on the ground. Stunned from the impact of its face accidentally smashing into a wall. Groaning weakly and trying poorly to get back up.

“Welp, sorry buddy. Looks like I’ve got to put you out of your misery.” The man said, before firing a bullet through the corpse’s skull. Splattering its blood all over the side-walk. Silently congratulating himself, Shawn took off running before any more of those creatures showed up. They tended to be attracted to loud noises and the blast of a shotgun was certainly going to be one of those sounds.

‘Gotta get inside somewhere. Grant has to be in one of these buildings..’ He thought to himself. Deciding to go to the one closest to where the two friends had been separated. Hopefully the boy chose this building as well. If not, then Shawn would be back to square one (desperately running down streets searching for him)

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Rule Number Three: Find Shelter.

Blood dripped down his face from a wound on his forehead. Grant couldn’t remember how he got it. Neither did he remember where he was. It seemed to be some kind of office building, but the place was a mess. Everything was in complete disarray. Various papers piled up on the ground in a heap. One of them being a warning flyer about the outbreak of disease. Grant frowned at the sight of it. Chairs were knocked over, and broken glass scattered the floor. What was most disturbing was the bloody hand-print next to the undisturbed coffee-machine.

Wait. Where was Shawn? He was just with him a moment ago wasn’t he? Grant groaned and held his head in pain. No doubt that he must of sustained some kind of concussion. He knew that he should be worried, but his head felt dizzy. It was hard to think things through.

“S-Shawn? Are you in here?” Grant asked aloud to the empty room. Unsurprisingly there was no answer, but the young man decided to look for him anyway. As he did so, things started to come back to him a bit. The horde coming, the separation, and then crawling into this building for shelter before passing out.

That’s when the panic finally flared up. Realizing the horror of his situation. Shawn wasn’t with him. No Shawn equals no support. No support equals no protection, and no protection equals death! Who was going to help him if the zombies showed up? Grant was too afraid to shoot anything, and up-close combat was out of the question.

“Oh god.. oh god no..” Hands raised to his head, pulling at his hair in desperation. A panic attack was coming on. Starting to jump into hyperventilation. Grant could feel his heart throbbing in his ears. There had to be a way out of here! He needed to find Shawn.

Moans from somewhere close had him petrified. Was it upstairs on a higher floor? Downstairs? Grant didn’t know, and he was terrified to find out. Frantically the young man searched for something to bandage his head with. Worried that the undead might be able to smell blood. Fear rising in his heart when he failed to find anything.

Next he heard a predatory snarl. The noise sounding closer than the previous moans. Although he still couldn’t pin-point the location. Did they know he was here? Were they going to find him?

‘I’m not alone!’ Grant panicked and fumbled for his gun until he realized it was gone. He glanced at everything in the room, and yet there was nothing. Well actually not quite, there was a door that probably lead to some hallway, but that would be risky. There could be infected hiding out there, and the young man didn’t want to end up getting himself clawed to pieces. Hope for escape was seeming bleaker by the second. For now all he could do was stay hidden.

Rule Number Four: Keep Volume to a Minimum.

Grant tried to calm down from his panic attack, it was basically impossible to do that without Shawn.. he needed to be quiet. Too much noise will attract attention. From what he and Shawn had both witnessed several times before, the undead had some sort of heightened sense of hearing. Too loud, and they’ll come rushing to rip whatever made the noise apart.

Fortunately this ability proved to act as a double edged sword. Just as they can hear you, you’ll be able to hear them. Their bizarre blood-chilling shrieks. If he hears them scream he could try and run and hide, but this knowledge didn’t do much to comfort Grant. Only offering him slight hope in the chances of escaping alive. The boy managed to crawl into this building without getting mauled, maybe he still has a chance of escaping.

‘Right.. that’s it. I just need to be quiet..’ The boy thought to himself. He had to think about what Shawn would do if he were in this situation. He’d fight wouldn’t he? Well considering that Shawn was much stronger than him, going room to room shooting zombies wasn’t exactly a good option. That was Shawn’s strong suit. Not Grant’s. Plus he didn’t actually have his gun anymore.. Was he even capable of doing anything right?

“I-I.. I’m useless..” Tears began to stream down Grant’s face as he whispered to himself. He hugged his knees and sobbed. Wishing for everything to go back to normal. Two days ago life was fine. No bizarre sickness. No apocalypse, and no zombies. How did this all happen? It was a question that would probably never be answered.

Maybe he shouldn’t have survived at all.

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Once again I’m sorry if this story is terrible.. I tried my best. I wish I was better at writing. I actually had much better ideas for this, but I got anxious and nervous and kept having to re-write it.. I’m sorry about that.

Anyway. If you guys don’t like it I’ll delete it. It’s okay. I just want to make you guys happy, and I don’t want this story to bother you guys.

[bornoffireandwisdom]

Can you do a zombie one with Norman and Sammy?

I’ll try my best! 😄

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Hands shaking. Sweat beading. Sammy held back a shuddering breath as he approached the motel Norman and Wendy had been staying in. Norman had already told Sammy through voicemail that he had taken his little sister somewhere safe. So she wouldn’t have to watch him turn, and so she wouldn’t be in danger of getting attacked. He’d have to go looking for her once this is over.

Still. That didn’t make this any less difficult. Although it was comforting knowing that he didn’t have to do what he has to do know in front of that little girl. Staring down at his pistol for what felt like minutes.

‘I’m sorry Norman.. you didn’t deserve this..’ The former music-director thought as he got close to the door. It had the correct number. The same address Norman mentioned on the phone. God, this was so hard.. if he focused hard enough he swore he could hear what sounded like quiet moaning somewhere inside.

Sammy carefully turned the door knob. Avoiding too much noise. Bracing himself for the whatever waited for him on the other side. When the door opened, he was surprised to find nothing. Just a regular motel room. It definitely had signs of being lived in. Although no signs of any threat.

Until he spotted the bathroom. He could see light under the crack of the door, and a shadow moving. Oh.. Norman must’ve locked himself in there so if anyone came looking for him he wouldn’t immediately try to kill them.

That was heartbreaking to say the least.. knowing that he had to lock himself in there.

The former music-director crept over to the bathroom door. Quiet as a mouse, he grabbed some lock-picks from his bag. Having found a pack of them in a store earlier. He very carefully twisted the lock, trying to open the door as soundlessly as possible.

With a few more twists, the door was finally unlocked with an audible click. Loud enough to grab the occupant’s attention. Sammy heard a unsettling gurgling noise. Disturbingly similar to what he imagined would be the sound made when a person chokes on their own blood.

Slowly, the young man pushed the door open to find something truly saddening.

Norman was sitting on the floor of the bathroom. One of his hands cuffed to the handle of a cupboard. No doubt that it was to keep himself from escaping and hurting people. His eyes were yellow, and black blood was dripping down his face like tears. More blood was leaking out of his mouth. His skin deathly pale, and his veins were visible and dark.

The moment he saw Sammy he started to growl and tried to reach for him with his other hand. When that didn’t work, the zombie tried to get up. Although his growls quickly turned into enraged shrieks upon finding that he couldn’t move. It wasn’t fair. There was food right in front of him. It smelled so delicious! His body hurt so bad. This unnatural hunger being more painful than anything he’d ever experienced. The pain strangely not being strictly located in his stomach, but also in his head.

“Norman.. I know you probably don’t remember me. Or really know what’s going on.. but I’m here to make it stop.” Sammy forced himself to muster up all the courage he had lost on the way here. “I.. I’m going to help you rest now..”

Norman answered in the form of an aggressive snarl. Clearly not understanding a word his friend had just said to him. Continuing to try and pull his other arm free so he could get up and sink his teeth into his flesh. To tear it into pieces.

Sammy’s hands began to shake again as he grabbed his pistol from his backpack. He slowly pointed it at the zombified form of his close friend. Steadily aiming for the head. As he did so, he thought about the times they had spent together before the outbreak. They were both still so young. Norman had hopes, and dreams, a little sister who loved him dearly. That was all gone now he guessed..

“P-Please forgive me for this Norman!”

He pulled the trigger, and Norman was no longer moving. Sammy burst into tears right then. Closing the door and leaving immediately. Unable to look at what he had done. He had just killed one of his best friends.. this.. this is too much. Sammy ran until he couldn’t run anymore. Almost passing out when he arrived at a Safehouse.

Once he got a bit of rest, he’d try and find Wendy. He owed that to Norman..

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Hey! Sorry this took awhile! I meant to finish this earlier but some stuff was going on at home. Sorry if this story isn’t very good either! It’s 1:02 AM so I’m a little tired. I tried my best to make it good though! I really hope you like it! 😄😅

[bornoffireandwisdom]

For the prompt thing, what about Shawn and Grant having some downtime in a safehouse or something? You don't have to do it if you don't want to

I’d be happy to do this! 😄😄

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Coming back to a Safehouse after an encounter with the undead always was a relief. The two men could come back from terrifying battles with the undead, covered in dirt and zombie blood to find shelter. Knowing that they had a safe haven in this dark new world was comforting.

Shawn had basically dragged an exhausted Grant Cohen through the front door. To say they were tired was an understatement. Having spent the day fighting just to survive. He dropped Grant onto a couch and sat down next to him, catching his breath.

“S-Shawn..” Grant mumbled wearily from beside him. Skin pale and sweaty. There were heavy bags under his eyes. “D-Do you think that we have a chance..?”

“Of course we do.. there’s nothing we can’t handle together. As long as we stick together we’ll be fine.” The older man said in a soft reassuring voice. Sensing the fear and uncertainty that Grant was feeling. He would quell those anxieties. Just like always.

“Y-You promise?” That voice barely a whisper. Grant knew he needed to be brave.. but it was just so hard. They’ve seen so many horrible things in just a few days. He was so tired. Too weak. Barely able to hold a gun straight.

“I promise. Now get some rest.” He grabbed a blanket out of his backpack and put it over Grant. “You need it more than I do.” He gently ruffled his hair and got up from the couch, and headed into the small kitchen. Grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. They’d been lucky to have found such a well-stocked house.

Shawn put the bottles on the table and poured himself and Grant a glass. Quietly drinking in the safety of the building. He was glad to have found this place. Maybe they could stay here a little longer than just one night. Rather than what was originally planned. Grant did need the rest after all, and his safety was important.

They’d be safe here for the time being. Shawn knew it.

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Hey! Sorry if the story wasn’t very good or if it was too short. I tried my best! I really hope you like it! 😄😄

[bornoffireandwisdom]

If you're still taking prompts, I have an idea. Maybe one with the pitbull puppy again where Shawn brings the puppy home to surprise Grant? I loved the puppy story you wrote for the zombie au. Take your time though and if you don't want to its ok! Thank you!

Don’t worry! I was hoping for a continuation prompt anyway! I’d be happy to do this! 😄😄

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Finding Grant asleep on the couch was a common occurrence in the Safehouses he and Shawn stayed in. All the running and fighting tired him out much more easily than Shawn.

Normally a person would think better of trying to wake someone who clearly needed the rest.. but the older man was too excited to show his friend the little pitbull puppy he had found earlier.

He had it hidden in his shirt. Poking it’s tiny head up from the neck hole and licking his chin. It was just so precious! It was so good during the trip back too. Staying quiet when Shawn needed to hide from the wandering undead that were prowling around.

“Okay little guy. Let’s go say hello to Grant.” Shawn smiled as he unzipped his jacket and carefully took the puppy out of his shirt. He slowly walked over to Grant, who was still fast asleep on the couch.

With a slight chuckle, the former-toymaker placed the puppy onto Grant’s chest. He stirred a little, but didn’t open his eyes. Then the puppy started whining, wanting attention from the sleeping boy. It crawled over to the young man’s face and started licking it. Tail wagging excitedly.

That’s when Grant started to wake up.

“F-Five more minutes..” He mumbled. Still not quite awake yet, but he did manage to open one eye a bit. Grant closed it, trying to get some more sleep. The puppy whined at him again. Thankfully the whining, along with the licking snapped him awake.

“W-Whoa! W-What’s h-happening?!” The young man bolted up. Accidentally making the little puppy slide down the blanket and into his lap. It looked up at him with his sweet little eyes and let out another impatient whine. Wanting to play with him. Grant’s eyes grew wide in shock. “I-Is that a puppy?”

“It sure is. I found him earlier. Poor little guy was all alone. Thought I’d take him back here with me, and give you a little surprise.” Seeing the look on his friend’s face made him feel wonderful. There was light in those usually sad eyes of his. Something he hadn’t seen since before the apocalypse started.

“He’s so cute! C-Can we keep it?” Grant held the puppy close and started petting its head. Clearly not wanting it to leave.

“Sure kiddo, but you have to be responsible for it, and that means we need to be very careful when moving to other Safehouses.” Shawn states. Yes switching Safehouses could be a bit of a problem. While zombies seem to ignore animals, there was still the chance that the little puppy might start barking and attract them with the noise. Where there’s noise. There’s undead.

“I-I will! I’ll take care of it! I-I promise!” Grant said. Looking happy and excited to look after the little dog. Although he seemed to pause for a moment, looking deep in thought. “W-What should we name him?”

“Name? Huh.. I actually didn’t think of that. Hmm. I’m sure we’ll think of something good. Hopefully not “Fido.” Too common.” Shawn joked. Stopping to pet the tiny dog’s head. His friend petting it as well. Causing the puppy to roll over for a belly rub.

The apocalypse was hard. Very hard.. but at least the two friends had something that made things a little better. Something that would give them hope, and a precious little friend to keep them both company.

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Hey! Sorry if the story isn’t very good! Today was a bit of a long day and I’m very tired. I still had a lot of fun writing this though! But again, I’m sorry if it wasn’t good! I’ll try harder with the next ones, I promise! 😅

Also if anyone has an idea for a name for the puppy, I’d love to hear it! 😄

[bornoffireandwisdom]

Zombie prompt- They find a doggy! :)

Awwww! This one will be nice! They deserve some happy stuff! 😄

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Shawn was shocked. Completely and utterly stunned. The last thing he had been expecting to find today, was a puppy. An adorable tail-wagging little pitbull puppy. The thing was absolutely precious, and it seemed to be trying to play with the zombies.

Thankfully the undead just seemed mildly confused, and didn’t try to attack it. Shawn guessed that only human meat was on their menus. He sighed with relief in the alley he was hiding in.

A gurgling noise came from one infected man that got pounced by the puppy. Stumbling and accidentally falling on their back in the street. Several other zombies stopped what they were doing to watch. All slowly shuffling over to see what was causing such a ruckus.

The pittie puppy just let out an excited “woof” and tried to steal the zombie’s shoe. It was so cute that Shawn could barely stop himself from laughing. Another zombie tried to approach the puppy. It didn’t seem to be out of agression or hostility. More like curiosity. It tried to touch the little pitbull but yelped in surprise when the puppy tried to lick them.

‘I’ve got to try and bring that little guy home for Grant! He’d love it!’ Shawn thought to himself, happy with his adorable discovery. First he just needs to catch it. That sweet little puppy shouldn’t be out here on its own.

It took awhile for the zombies to leave. Most-likely an hour or two. They had left screeching and chasing after something, so the former-toymaker assumed that they had spotted an unlucky survivor somewhere. Shawn felt bad about not being able to help.. but there wasn’t much he could do anyway. Might as well focus on getting the puppy to the Safehouse.

With no one else in sight the puppy started sniffing around for things to eat. Fortunately for Shawn he happened to have a small bag of beef jerky on him. Just in case he got hungry.

“Here boy! Here boy!” Shawn said in a loud whisper. Wanting to be loud enough for the little pitbull to hear, but quiet enough to not alert any unseen undead.

The puppy stopped sniffing and saw the man. Immediately running over to lick his face. Tail wagging with glee. It found a human! This one seemed different from the weird people and it seemed to want to play with it!

“Aww. Come on little guy. Let’s get you home. There we can get you all fed and clean.” Shawn smiled and chuckled as he scooped up the little puppy. Giving it a little kiss, which the little dog happily responded by licking his face.

“I think Grant’s going to love you.”

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Hey! Thanks for this prompt! It was so cute and it was really fun to write! Sorry if it’s not that great though, and sorry I only wrote Shawn finding the puppy. I forgot to add Grant and by the time I realized it I felt it was too late to change it. Sorry about that. I hope you like this story despite that! 😆😅

Also I decided to go with a pitbull puppy, because I think those dogs deserve more love. 😄

[bornoffireandwisdom]

prompt of maybe shawn and grant talking about their hopes of finding their fellow friends 🤔

I can definitely try this! 😄 (also I decided that for this prompt, they don’t know if Sammy made it or not.)

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Thoughts of friends crossed their minds more than once since the apocalypse started. Originally, Shawn and Grant had been part of a survivor group led by Joey.. but then a sudden zombie attack caused them to get separated from the rest of the group. There was no way of telling if anyone else had made it. They hoped with all their heart that the rest of the survivors made it to safety.

“I-I hope Wally and Sammy are okay..” Grant said as he tried to get a signal on his phone. He hadn’t been able to call anyone since this all started. Mostly because of no signal or the person they tried to call had no signal.

“I’m sure they’re fine. Sammy’s going to make sure Wally stays out of trouble. They look out for each other. No matter how many times Sammy tries to deny it.” Shawn was cleaning a hunting knife that he found yesterday in a store for camping supplies. It had been used more than once to stab through the skulls of the dead.

“O-Okay.. what about Norman and Wendy? Do you think they’ll be fine too?” It was difficult not to worry about those two. Norman was smart, but Wendy was just a little girl. An easy meal for the infected. Shawn had tried to contact Norman a few days ago but the call wouldn’t go through.

“Norman is smart.. he probably just can’t get any cell reception on his phone like us. They’re fine.. he’d do anything to protect his sister.” Deep down, Shawn wasn’t really sure. There had been times where he and Grant had been able to get a signal on their phones. So shouldn’t Norman have been able to call at some point too?

“Y-You’re probably right..” The younger man was still worried, but he didn’t want to press this any further. There was no doubt that Shawn was hurting too even though he tried to hide it. Not knowing where everyone was scaring them both.

So far only Lacie and Henry had been able to get back to them on things. They called Shawn, instead of him calling them. Although that was a few days ago. Every time he tried to call back it would end in failure. Lacie was staying with Bertram and they apparently had found a rather good place to hide. Unfortunately that was the last they heard from them. As for Henry.. he and a friend happened to be heading back into town to surprise everyone at the studio when the outbreak started, and just like with Lacie and Bertram, that was the last they had heard from him.

“Grant. I think that’s enough worrying for now okay? Why don’t you go get cleaned up. I’m pretty sure the shower in this place works. I’ll be fine.” Usually the best things to do in times of worry, was to focus on something else, and currently they both needed a shower.

“Y-You sure? I-I don’t mind helping you keep watch..” Grant insisted. Wanting to be of some help to his friend. Shawn couldn’t be strong all the time. Grant knew that.

“No no. It’s fine really. I’m good. You just focus on getting cleaned up. I’ll go after. We’re both a mess..” He smiled, patting Grant’s back like he always did to cheer him up.

“A-Alright.. j-just let me know if you need help..” The young man then left for for the bathroom. Still, he knew what he saw. The sadness behind Shawn’s smile. He had to be just as worried, if not more than Grant. He wished that he could comfort Shawn in return.

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Okay! I’m so glad I managed to finish another prompt! Sorry if it isn’t very good though! I kept getting a little distracted. Plus I’m a little sleepy. I didn’t sleep so well last night. But I’m glad I got to do this! I really hope you like the story! Sorry again if it isn’t good though. I tried my best. 😅😅😆😆

[bornoffireandwisdom]

Grant and Shawn run out of food!

Oooh! I’ll try to make this one good! 😄

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Food was running low for Shawn and Grant. There had been way more zombie sightings outside the Safehouse and they were almost out of rations. This was bad. Shawn hadn’t had a real meal in two days, as he decided to let Grant eat more. Since he was weaker and needed his strength.

All they had left right now were two cans of bacon soup. Ironically it was the same brand as the studio’s bacon soup. They found it in a grocery store due to its growing popularity before the apocalypse started.

That same grocery store wasn’t far away from the Safehouse, and it was still loaded with food. The two men would’ve grabbed more at the time, but their bags were full. Backpacks could only carry so much.

“Grant? I think we’re going to have to go on another trip to the store. Two cans of bacon soup isn’t going to keep us alive for long.” Shawn said after much thought. Going back to the grocery store is going to take some planning. Some of the infected liked to hide out in there, and if he wanted to avoid being attacked then they’d have to be careful.

“D-Do we have to? W-What if there’s more food in this Safehouse and w-we just thought we ran out..” Grant worried. Yes he sounded ridiculous, but he just didn’t want to go back out there.. especially after they got ambushed a week back. They had gotten lucky that time. What if the next doesn’t end as safely?

“Grant.. you know I checked everywhere. There’s no hidden food stashes in this building. I wish there was.. but there isn’t. So we need to head to the grocery store again.” It was hard sometimes, making Grant come along wasn’t easy for the former-toymaker. In fact, he hated it. The boy didn’t deserve to have to go out into a zombie infested city just to find food.. but they needed to work as a team.

“Y-You’re right.. sorry. I-I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want to get hurt either..” There was so much to be afraid of in this world now. Just one little mistake could lead to being bitten or scratched. Both were a death sentence, and Grant would be devastated if Shawn got attacked because of him doing something careless.

“I know buddy, but I promise you that will never happen. I’ll always be here for you. No one is going to get bit. Not me, and not you. Okay?” Shawn pulled Grant into a hug. Patting his back gently. He could hear tiny sobs from his friend. God.. he wished that he could do more to help the poor kid.

“Come on kiddo. Let’s go do a little ‘grocery shopping’ alright?” The older man joked as he let go of Grant. Smirking slightly when he saw him try to hold back a laugh.

“O-Okay.” The younger man finally agreed. His eyes a little red and puffy from crying, but he had a small smile on his face now.

Soon the two friends left the Safehouse. In search of more food. Leaving the safety of their little hideaway.

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Hey! Sorry I took a day to write this! I was having a hard night yesterday, and today I just kept getting distracted! Sorry about that! Sorry if it’s too short too! I really hope you like this story! I tried my best to make it good! 😄😅

I’m going to try and finish some more tonight and tomorrow! 😄