#Zombie Story

[bioniclechronicles]

I started redrawing that little page I sketched last night of Maxence and Mikhail but I'm getting tired so I think this is where I'll leave it for today

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Day Eighteen: Beloved Pet or Object Turned Human

‘No way,’ Isaac said, looking between Ava and the excitable man currently examining how he could hold a pencil.

‘Apparently so,’ Ava said, though there was a hint of exasperation in her voice. ‘You’d think he’d be calmer, given Will’s approaching old age in dog years.’

Isaac scoffed despite himself. The idea of the man, who had quickly dropped the pencil and was instead looking at his own reflection once more, being Ava’s Siberian Husky Will was baffling. And yet, there was something about his eyes, about the way he occasionally glanced back to Ava as if checking he was doing an OK thing, that made him believe it.

‘This isn’t funny, Zac,’ she complained, rubbing her temple idly. ‘I can already feel a headache coming.’

Isaac offered her a small smile. He just hoped they might be able to figure out what was going on, and how to undo it, before any more animals turned human.

Ava arriving at Isaac’s front door was never unexpected, and yet when she arrives with an unknown man in toe, alarm bells start ringing. The explanation offered doesn’t exactly help matters, least of all when the man himself agrees: he’s Will, Ava’s family pet that has mysteriously turned human and none of them can figure out why.

It's not unusual for someone to grow an emotional attatchment to an animal or an inanimate object. What would your ocs beloved pet or object say if they turned human and could speak your ocs langauge?

[mrmonster459]

The Sound of the Infected

Location: the city formerly known as Austin, Texas

Time: 2024, one year post outbreak

Back when the outbreak began, Austin was ordered to evacuate, as all major cities were. Almost everyone complied, and those who weren’t were rounded up and forced to by the military. Everyone the government had on record was accounted for and pushed out of the city, whether they wanted to or not; but no one stopped to check to make sure that I, the blind homeless man living in an alley between a hotel and a convenience store, ever complied with the evacuation orders.

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I woke up in my shelter (a former hotel room), and my first feeling was the same one I felt every morning; hunger. So I put my braille copy of To Kill a Mockingbird back on my shelf (I had a bad habit of reading myself to sleep), and decided to go check on my traps, hoping I’d caught something to eat. If I was lucky I’d get a racoon or a possum, but if nothing else I was sure there’d be a rat or a pigeon.

I grabbed my mobility cane, strapped on my utility belt, and carefully opened the door to my room. I poked my head out, carefully listening to anything that might have been an infected. I hadn’t heard or smelled an infected in weeks, but you could never be too careful.

I didn’t hear anything, so I continued walking. Even though I had muscle memorized my way out of the building, I still held onto my wire just in case. I had long set up a series of wires in the building to always lead me back to my room if I got lost.

I unlocked the building’s front door, and once again listened for the infected. I heard nothing, so I pressed on. I could tell just by the feeling of heat on my skin that it was daytime, so I knew there’d be less infected wandering the streets. The infected preferred to be out at night, they only wandered during the day if they were really hungry.

I learned early on that if I stuck with the same buildings each time, animals would stop falling my traps after like, a week or so. But after a month or so, the wildlife would forget, and I’d be free to set up traps there again. So, I tried to change my locations at least every 3 or 4 days, and not use the same buildings for at least four weeks. Today the start of a new set up.

As I was approaching the building (I memorized how many steps it took to get there), I heard the one sound I wanted to hear the least; the low pitched snarl of an infected. And even if I couldn’t hear him, I could definitely smell him approaching. Most infected start to smell after a while, but this one was particularly rancid.

From the sound of it, it was alone. I waited for it to get closer, and could still only hear one footstep at a time, so I felt a bit lucky that it was a loner.

I drew my revolver, and waited for the infected to get closer. As he did, I isolated the sound of his growling; once I had a lock on his head, I aimed, and pulled the trigger.

I then checked to make sure I didn’t miss. I put away my gun and drew my machete, ready to fight it off if it was still alive. It wasn’t; I felt it’s lifeless body with my mobility cane, I knew it was dead.

I then continued towards the building where I laid my traps. Once inside, I ran my cane along the wall, checking the snares I laid out.

My first three snares were nothing. This was expected, not every single one could be a winner. But as I approached my fourth snare, I smelled something, so I knew I must have caught something. I felt it to take sure it had died; it did. So I put my plastic gloves on, and bent down to feel what it was; it was a racoon. I then put it in a plastic bag, tied it to my belt, and then moved on.

While I continued searching, I heard something else walk into the building. Then, I heard the growls, and knew it must have been infected. But it wasn’t just one this time, I could hear at least three growling mouths. And they were getting closer.

I couldn’t fight all three at once; there was no way I could isolate their sounds quickly enough to shoot with accuracy, and trying to fight them off with my machete would’ve been hopeless. So instead, I ran.

I found a door. I opened it. I then closed it behind me. But this wasn’t going to help me for long; the infected weren’t very smart, but they usually remembered enough of their old lives to do basic tasks like flipping light switches and opening doors.

While they stumbled towards the door, I wandered the room more. I found a staircase; this must have been the emergency stairwell. I started walking up, hoping I could lose the infected on another floor.

But then, as I was approaching the top floor, I could hear a loud pounding coming from above. Something was stumbling down the steps.

I drew my gun, and waited. I could only hear one snarl, so it must have been another loner. Once I isolated his sound, I fired, and could tell just by the sudden thud on the ground that I landed another shot.

But I didn’t have time to even catch my breath, because the other three infected were coming. I dashed up the steps, hoping to escape them.

I got to the next floor, and felt the walls until I found the door. I opened it, dashed past, and slammed it behind me. I then started feeling for a piece of furniture I could use to barricade the door.

I didn’t find anything, and I could hear the infected approaching. One of them opened the door, but before any could enter, I threw my entire body weight against it. I could tell something was caught in the door, probably an arm or a leg. While still pressed against the door, I pulled my machete, and started flailing. I must have hit something, because one of them screamed in pain and recoiled.

I quickly realized how futile it would be to try to hold them back much longer, so I sheathed my machete, drew my gun, and took a few steps backward. The moment I heard the door swing open, I opened fire. It would have been pointless to try to shoot them back in the lobby, but in a tight doorway where all three would be stumbling over themselves to push past, I knew I’d have to hit something.

I fired my four remaining shots as best I could, and then took off running. I had no idea how many I killed, and had no intent of waiting to find out the hard way.

The explosive sounds of the gunshots gave me temporary tinnitus. When it wore off, I could hear one set of footsteps and one snarling mouth stumbling after me.

I didn’t have time to reload my gun, and could tell by my cane that I reached the end of the hallway and had no idea where else to run. So I drew my machete and got ready for a fight.

As the infected got closer, I started flailing my machete. Most infected are smart enough to not run face first into a blade. It would instead circle me, hoping to catch me off guard.

I swung at it, but missed, and it grabbed my arm. This was bad, but not the end; it would be if it bit me, but a scratch wouldn’t infect me.

It then tried to pull me in close, probably to land a bite, but I quickly slashed it with my machete, and cut its arm clean off. It then howled in pain; that was good, it’s howl let me know exactly what it was. I then raised my machete and threw out one last slash, one that buried my blade in its skull.

I then paused and listened for any more infected. I heard none. I reloaded my gun, just to be safe, but still, I heard nothing.

With all that madness out of the way, I breathed a sigh of relief, checked to make sure my racoon was still where I left it, and started making my way back out. This was the hardest part of my new life; anytime I lost track of where I am, it’s a struggle to get back to a landmark. But thankfully, all I had to do was follow the hallway to the end and go back down the stairs to end up back in the lobby where I started.

I don’t know how long I’m going to make it living day by day in the ruins of my city. But at that moment, all I needed to know was that I was about to have dinner.

[mysticalwolf]

Hunger (a short story for Dead Flower)

This short story is based on AU of mine, hope you guys like the story.

It was a cold night in the city, 10 pm actually. Everyone is at home, expect from Gab. As a life-changing event came upon her many nights ago, she couldn't return home. Not what she becomes, a monster. Plant-like pericytes cling to her body, two indigo roses and green vines connecting the two.

Gab isn't the only one, but they're still not a lot of others that are like her. A Dead Flower, but that doesn't happen to everyone. The pericytes need to see if the body can be used as a host, but not all the time. Others who can't become a host, just become another meal. Their blood becomes the nutrients that they need.

Because of the recent attacks at night that have been happening to the city, the city has made a mandatory curfew where everyone needs to be at home when it is Night, police have been the only ones who are allowed to be out. But of course, some citizens don't listen to the city. Some for not wanting to listen, some were accidental, and some for pure curiosity. Gab has been trying to avoid everyone, even other Dead Flowers. She has seen her face on missing posters and on the news, but she can't show herself to anyone, for the fear that they might get hurt by her.

Gab clenched her hurting stomach, she was just so, hungry. She tried to avoid these pains by eating normal food, like how she used to. But it’s not working, every time she tries to eat normal food. It always comes back up, she is just in pure agony. The roses demand nutrients, she knows what they want, but Gab doesn't want to submit to their demands.

She needs to prove to herself that she is not a monster, she is still the same Gab. She is lucky she can fight the urges, but for how long? When will it be the night when she can't take it anymore and just, go with it? As Gab's stomach growls, she just sits in the dark ally. The roses keep talking inside her head, saying “Feed, you need to survive.”.

“I don't want to, you stupid pericytes.” Gab mumbled to herself, she had been talking to them since she first became like this.

“You need to feed, you also need a pack, very alone that you are right now.” They said to Gab that she was alone, and that she could be with other Dead Flowers, but the ones she met were very hostile or very controlling in their groups. She wishes she could talk to anyone, but she is too afraid of what could happen.

“Please don't starve yourself, you must feed to survive.” They cried out to her, but she knew it was for them, not for her. Gab growls and stands up, holding her head.

Before Gab could argue with them, her thoughts soon were blocked out by the sound of someone walking, she carefully sneaked out of the ally and peeked over the building wall. She sees someone walking by, and she quickly hides in the shadows, still watching the person go by. As this figure passes her, she smells something. They smelled, nice. Tasty actually. What! No! No, don't think that Gab! As she shakes her head, tears run down her one eye, while the oil runs down her rose eye. She couldn't help but drool, disgusting, she thought to herself.

Gab was breathing hard, she needed to fight this. But as she kept watching the figure walk away, she thought to herself. After a minute of thinking, she walks out of the alley and follows the figure from the distance. Tears, oil, and drool ran down her face. She follows the figure into the dark, and both disappear into the shadow of the city. Not knowing what their destiny will lead to.

[sparkyboo]

Cali

She survived the zombie apocalypse.

[candiedwords]

I'm so salty (no pun intended) that Saltburn used "We're all about to lose our minds." as the tagline because "We're all gonna lose our fucking minds!" would be so perfect for What Follows. 🥺

[izas-journal]

Sorry for not updating recently. I've been trying to have a better layout for the story and the characters. Making this was kind of an impulsive decision, but I've been having fun creating the characters and the story. I hope to update the story soon once I have all my thoughts together. But school started a few weeks ago, which means that its probably going to take a while, so dont get your hopes up too much.

[inkandpaperqwerty]

Well, guys, I’ve done it! Not only am I dealing with spam on Facebook because I got past 1,100 followers, which draws all the scammers, but ALSO, I have suddenly started getting spam on fanfiction.net. I guess I’ve finally made it as a writer.

I wrote the above paragraph yesterday, when my body wasn’t in severe pain and I had high hopes for the productivity I would achieve today. I managed to get everything in order as far as formatting my book goes. Uploaded the final manuscript (which didn’t change other than copyright, dedication, etc.) for all formats on KDP and D2D, and my sister sent me the final covers, so I updated those on all formats/sites, too. I also ordered a proof from D2D (which I am only doing this one time because yikes it’s expensive), which means once I approve that, if no changes need to be made, everything is ready for 09/15/2024! Yaaay!!

Also note that I’m still allowing people to download the ARC, and you don’t have to finish/post your review before the publish date. I just like getting the support and feedback!

I didn’t get as much done on Through the Gate as I wanted, but I am going to do everything I can to get the next chapter posted on Wednesday, 08/28/2024. We’re doing some time jumps to show the highlights of Ed’s stay while they work on a solution to get him home, so it’s not like I can get one idea and run with it for the whole chapter. I’m excited for it though! Especially… October 3rd.

Thanks for reading, guys! I always appreciate the support!

[twobluecows]

‼️Warning for censored blood/gore‼️

the climatic scene in my short story, homoerotic tension comes later

(Find the uncensored versions on my instagrams or read the story on my wattpad)

using castiel as my censor and filling the cas shaped hole in my heart (is this censored enough? I’ve never censored anything before… if it needs to be censored more I’ll take this down and re-upload with better censoring)

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Day Eleven: Ghost AU

‘Bea, you gotta get up,’ Charlie whispered, even though he knew she couldn’t hear him. He’d already tried talking to Isaac, but his friend was too consumed with worry about Ava. It made sense, but the unintentional rebuff had hurt nonetheless. Still, Charlie had hoped Beatrice would notice him. ‘Please.’

Following the death of Charlie, his friends seem to break themselves apart. But Charlie can’t move on until he knows they’re OK. Until he knows that they can survive the losses they’ve endured. Even if it kills him – all over again – just a little to think that perhaps they might forget him.

Sometimes when we die, we don't leave. Tell us the unfinished business that keeps your ocs ghost on Earth, who your oc would haunt, how they would haunt, or anything else related to your oc being a ghost!

[sasha4books]

Christmas Book Countdown 🎄(Day 5)

Title: Anna and the Apocalypse

Author: Katharine Turner

[drawing-in-teyvat]

Kinich Vision Story - part 1

Characters in Natlan are so casual when it comes to death. Kinich mentioned almost in passing that he died during the war, but this series of events was TRAUMATIC.

[importantangeldefendor]

Ask me about my zombie story

[kandischampagne]

Playing the Last of Us with AI Dungeon

It's been a few months since I last played with AI Dungeon but I decided to return to it. I've been watching The Last of Us on HBO and I decided to roleplay a little Zombie adventure. I'm "Noel" (close enough) and the story put me inside a grocery store, scavenging for food.

You are Noel, a survivor trying to survive in a world filled with infected zombies everywhere. You have a pistol and a backpack. You have managed to survive several months avoiding zombies and scavenging food. You cautiously enter a rundown store and hear something inside clinking together. Noel, what are you doing? You know better then to mess with metal objects during an outbreak!

You say "listen carefully to the clinking sound"

Zombies are attracted to sounds, so you've got to be extra quiet. You creep forward and look through the glass of the door. You see a lone zombie, sound asleep on a box.

You say "shoot the zombie with my pistol"

You shoot the zombie with your pistol, and it hits the floor with a thud. You open the door and enter the store. You close the door behind you and listen carefully.

You scavenge for food in the store.

You move slowly through the store, listening to the sounds of the store and smelling the air. You hear a noise from behind a shelf, and slowly move towards it.

You look behind the shelf.

There's nothing there. You must've heard a noise in your imagination. Still, you move the shelf and look behind it anyway. The shelf is pushed against the wall, and nothing is there.

You gather up whatever food you can find.

You find a large box of pasta, a case of bottled water, and some canned vegetables. Noel, that's more food than you'll ever need!

You pack the food in your backpack and exit the store.

You leave the store and continue on your journey. You've been walking for a while when you notice something on the ground in front of you. It looks like a piece of paper with something written on it.

You pick up the piece of paper and read what is written on it.

"The water is poisoned. Refrain from drinking it." It looks like someone's warning note. There's no signature, no indication of who wrote it. You shrug it off and continue on your journey.