#arcane zombie apocalypse au

[ughigottaheadache]

Some prefaces if I ever do post anything about the zombie apocalypse meljayvik au-

There is no magic, no hextech.

As this is a modern au, through child welfare channels, Viktor was able to get earlier treatment for his disease and eventually physical therapy which he was doing regularly until the world went to shit.

So just as a launching point, this Viktor is already a lot more healthy and medically cared for than canon!Viktor.

Just to avoid any confusion when I write this and Viktor is capable of doing more things than he could in canon.

Next up, it wouldn’t be a one character point of view, Mel, Jayce and Vik would each have their own unique character and plot driven arcs. I might toss some POV’s around to fill out space and keep readers engaged, but this story IS about Mel, Jayce and Viktor.

Also, this is still very much a drafting stage, I need point A to B before I can fill in the gaps. Some of the story beats will mirror the events of Arcane, some will be skipped over completely, and there will be new story elements completely original to my fic.

[danidoodles124]

a little something for an au me and a buddy are doing!

[samtheplatypus]

Posting this before I forget (again)

I made this over a month ago lol XD

Fr my memory is awful

Anyway

Zombie apocalypse AU I guess (I'll never draw it again)

Could have drawn a bandage over Julian's eye, did not occured to me until later

[nhaaauyen]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ The Ghost of You ୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

"This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong // To love that well which thou must leave ere long." -William Shakespeare (Sonnet 73)

PART I: HEAVEN KNOWS

zombie apocalypse sevika x reader au!: sevika was the super soldier; a killing machine driven solely by survival. you were nomadic, constantly searching for something in whatever was left of the world—till you met her.

series masterpost: part II // part III // part IV // part V

wc: 4.7k cw: guns, brief descriptions of violence author's note: ty @mirconreadzztuff22 for being my arcane encyclopedia!! This is gonna be a seven part series so buckle up!!!

You blink awake, the world slowly coming into focus as a cacophony of muffled sounds pierces your slumber. Squinting one eye open, you’re able to see shadowy figures dragging your companions away, their struggles futile against the intruders' iron grips. Your heart races, but instinct kicks in. You remain still, feigning sleep, as footsteps approach.  

Someone looms over you - in the dim light filtering through the drugstore's grimy windows, you catch a glimpse of her scarred face and steely gaze. As she reaches for you, adrenaline surges through your veins. In a flash, you slam into her, catching her off guard.

For a split second, you had the upper hand - but it's short-lived. The woman recovers with lightning speed, her combat skills levels way above yours. She easily corners you against the cold, dusty shelves, her knife finding its way to your throat. The blade's edge kisses your skin, a thin line of warmth trickling down your neck.

"Move any further, and I can end this now." she growls, her breath hot against your ear.

You raise your hands in surrender, and she roughly drags you to join the others. You're thrust into the main area, forced to your knees alongside Vander, Vi, Caitlyn, and Powder. The scene before you is horrifying - Through the front window, you see a horde of walkers slamming against the glass. Their decaying faces press against the surface, leaving smears of rot and congealed blood. 

At the fore stood the woman who captured you, her gang forming a menacing circle around your group. You noted how tall and muscular she was, her dark skin gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat in the dim light. A red shawl draped over her left side, obscuring her arm and shoulder.  Her short, styled hair framed a face set in stern lines, but her eyes, they sparkled with something dangerous, almost predatory.

The woman’s gaze swept over your group, lingering on each face before settling on yours. "Looks like we've got ourselves some lost lambs," she drawled, her voice a low, smoky rasp.

You felt Vi tense beside you, her fists clenching. On your other side, Caitlyn's fingers twitched near her now empty holster. Powder, uncharacteristically quiet, had her gaze fixed on the panels with the undead clawing their bloody fingers at.

The air crackled with tension as Vander spoke. "We're just passing through, we don’t mean to cause any trouble."

"Do you know whose territory you're in?" she demands, her voice cutting through the moans of the undead outside.

"No… but we weren’t going to settle here, let us go and we’ll get out of your hair."

The woman's laugh is harsh and devoid of humor. "I don't care," she sneers. Her eyes scan the ransacked shelves of the drugstore. "What I care about is where the remaining medications are. Hand them over."

Your throat tightens. You know exactly where they are – hidden in your pack. "I have them."

Her gaze locks on you. "Hand them over."

"Why should I?"

In an instant, she's in your face, so close you can see the flecks of amber in her dark eyes. Her scarred lip curls into a snarl. "Because you don't want to know what happens if you don't."

Your mind races, torn between protecting your group's precious resources and avoiding the wrath of this formidable woman and her gang.  Would she really let you go if you acquiesced? 

The tense standoff is suddenly interrupted by a burst of static. One of the woman's group members fumbles with a radio clipped to their belt. A male voice crackles through, urgent and clear.

"Sevika, the store's surrounded now. Get out before dark hits. Over."

The tall woman - Sevika, you now know - snatches the radio. "Copy that," she replies tersely, her eyes never leaving your group.

With a sharp whistle, her group springs into action. They wordlessly pack supplies, secure weapons, and prepare for evacuation. The efficiency is impressive, and you can't help but admire their coordination even when you had two of them keep their guns trained on your group.

“What about us?"  

Sevika's lip curls in amusement. "What about you?"

"Are you going to let us go?" Vander presses, his voice steady despite the circumstances.

"Sure," Sevika drawls, then points directly at you. "After she gives me the meds."

"What? How the hell are we going to get out of here ourselves?" Vi protested. 

Sevika's response is cold and indifferent. "If you want to get out that bad, do it yourself."

You watch Vander's mind work, always strategizing. "You have a base, it’s obviously well-supplied based on the amount of weapons and people you have. Take us with you, we can fight and help."

Sevika scoffs. "Now, why would I do that? You're lucky enough I'm letting you go alive."

Someone in her group chimes in with a smirk, "If they can get out alive." Snickers ripple through the gang, and your stomach turns at their callousness.

As Sevika's group continues packing, she allows your group to stand. You seize the moment, stepping forward. "I've got EMT training. I know how to use the medications I took."

Sevika dismisses you with a wave. "No thanks. We've already got a doctor."

"More help wouldn't hurt."

Her patience wearing thin, Sevika snaps, "I'm not picking up strays, especially ones so easy to put down."

You step closer, your face inches from hers despite the notable height difference between you two. "We were easy to capture because we were sleeping. That's a coward's move."

One of Sevika's people moves to intervene, but she halts them with a raised hand. Her eyes lock with yours, and to your surprise, her scowl turns into a smirk. 

"Okay," she says, her voice low and challenging. "Prove to me right now that you can survive.  However many survive, we'll take them in. But anyone left behind, I'm not coming back for. You're responsible for this."

Vander nods grimly. "Fine with us."

The moans of the undead grow louder outside.  While Sevika's group finishes their preparations, your group hurries to gather what few possessions you have. 

Vi angrily stuffs clothes into her backpack. "This is bullshit," she hisses. "We can take 'em. I say we fight our way out."

Caitlyn shakes her head. "That's suicide, Vi. They outnumber and outgun us."

You kneel beside Powder, helping her gather her collection of odds and ends - Her hands shake slightly as she works.

"It'll be okay, Powder," you whisper, giving her a reassuring smile. "We'll stick together, just like always."

Powder's eyes dart nervously between you and the others. "But what if they separate us? What if-"

"Shh," you soothe, squeezing her shoulder gently. "We won't let that happen."

Vander's deep voice cuts through the murmurs. "Enough," he says firmly but quietly. "I know none of us like this, but we're out of options. We can't keep running forever."

Vi whirls on him, eyes flashing. "So we're just gonna roll over and let them take us? After everything we've been through?"

Caitlyn places a calming hand on Vi's arm. "Vander's right, Vi. We're exhausted, low on supplies. This might be our only chance at something better."

You stand up, looking around at your makeshift family. "Maybe this is an opportunity. We don't know what their community is like but it could be a chance for a real home."

Vi scoffs, but there's a flicker of hope in her eyes that she quickly tries to hide. "Yeah, right. And I'm sure they invited us out of the kindness of their hearts."

Vander steps into the middle of the group, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Listen to me," he says. "I don't trust them any more than you do. But right now, we need to play along. Stay alert, watch each other's backs, and be ready for anything. We're stronger together, remember that."

There's a moment of silence as his words sink in. Then, one by one, you all nod in agreement.

As you finish packing, you catch Sevika watching you, that same unreadable expression on her face. 

"Alright, time's up," Sevika calls out. "Let's move."

The moans of the undead grew louder outside, time was running out. With one last look at each other, your group falls in line behind Sevika's squad. 

Sevika's group snap into formation, they move with a fluid precision that speaks of countless drills and shared experiences. Sevika stands at the center, her scarred face set in grim determination as she outlines the plan to her team. You edge closer, straining to hear every word.

"Listen up," Sevika's voice cuts through the air. "Dustin, you're the distraction. When I give the signal, toss the radio into the parking lot. That should draw most of the horde away."

"Margot, Ran, Renni take position at the rear, pick off any stragglers that get too close. Conserve ammo, make every shot count.  Finn, you’ll lead - make sure everyone is accounted for, then go, don’t wait for us."

"The rest of you, we're on supply duty. Grab everything you can carry, and prioritize non-perishables." Sevika's eyes sweep over her team, then land on your group. "I'll be keeping an eye on our new 'friends'."

As the plan springs into action, adrenaline courses through your veins. You dash to your pickup truck, sliding into the driver's seat. Powder hops in beside you, her eyes wild with excitement. In the rearview mirror, you see Caitlyn and Vi taking up defensive positions in the truck bed, their guns at the ready. Vander moves with surprising agility for his size, efficiently loading supplies.

You hear hard rock playing from the blaring radio that Dustin hurls into the parking lot. The walkers' heads swivel towards the noise, their groans intensifying as they shamble after it.

Gunshots crack the air as Sevika's shooters pick off the walkers that didn't fall for the distraction. You grip the steering wheel tighter, ready to peel out at a moment's notice.

Sevika appears at your window. "Ready to prove your worth?" she challenges, eyebrow raised.

You’re about to respond when a voice from above steals your attention.

"Sevika!"

All heads turn to the roof. A kid stands there, panic evident on his face. Sevika's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the fuck? They forgot Ekko?" she snarls, livid at the oversight.

The momentary distraction costs you. Walkers, drawn by the commotion, shamble towards your truck. Only one corner of the store remains clear, but it's too far for Ekko to reach safely.

Your mind races, and adrenaline sharpens your focus. "I know how to drift," you blurt out. "If you guys can clear as many walkers as possible near that open corner, I can whip the car close enough for him to jump down."

Sevika eyes you skeptically. "You have an interesting set of skills…  you’re confident you can get us close enough?"

"I can do it in my sleep. So, are we doing this?" you ask.

She nods curtly. "Fine. But don't get tempted to fling me out of the car."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Sevika barks orders into her radio, relaying the plan to Ekko. The air fills with gunfire as both groups focus on clearing a path. You rev the engine, calculating angles and timing in your head.

"Hold on!" you shout, then slam the accelerator.

The truck lurches forward, tires screeching. You weave through the thinning walkers horde, your heart pounding in your ears. As you approach the corner, you crank the wheel hard, initiating a perfect drift. The world blurs around you as the truck slides sideways, stopping just beneath Ekko's position.

"Now!" Sevika roars.

Ekko leaps, landing with a thud in the truck bed. You don't wait for confirmation, immediately spinning the wheel to face the exit. In the passenger seat, Powder whoops with glee, while gunfire erupts from behind as Caitlyn and Vi pick off any pursuing undead.

A sharp tap on your window startles you from your laser focus on the road. You roll it down, coming face to face with Sevika's intense gaze.

"Need some directions?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realize you've been blindly following the road away from the store. "Uh, yeah. That'd be great," you manage, trying to mask your embarrassment.

As you follow Sevika's directions, a sight on the horizon makes your jaw drop. A gated community looms in the distance, its high walls painted with the word “Zaun” on it represent safety you haven't seen in years. Suddenly, the organized efficiency of Sevika's group makes perfect sense. This is nothing like the ramshackle shelters you've cobbled together over the years.

The convoy of trucks comes to a halt in front of the gates. You expect them to open, but Sevika raises her fist. Your brow furrows in confusion, but before you can ask, she's out of the truck, moving with predatory grace toward the other vehicles.

She stops at one truck, yanking the door open with such force you're surprised it doesn't come off its hinges. In one fluid motion, she drags out the man who was supposed to be in charge in her absence earlier, Finn, and slams him against the side of the vehicle.

"You coward," Sevika snarls, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're a disgrace to this group."

You're transfixed by the sheer intensity of her anger, the way she towers over Finn despite not being much taller.   Then you see it - movement in your peripheral vision. A walker, stumbling closer to Sevika's unprotected back. Your heart leaps into your throat, panic flooding your system.

"Sevika!" you try to shout, but it comes out as a strangled whisper. Ekko's grip on your arm tightens, holding you back.

"Don't." he warns, but you barely hear him roaring in your ears.

Your mind races, unable to comprehend why no one is reacting. The walkers are mere feet away now. You struggle against Ekko's grasp, every fiber of your being screaming to do something, anything.

The walkers' rotting hands reach out, inches from Sevika's shoulder. Time seems to slow down. You're about to break free, to hell with the consequences, when-

CRACK!

The walkers crumples, a clean hole through its skull. The bullet whistled so close to Sevika you swear it must have grazed her.

But Sevika doesn't even flinch. 

"You're pathetic," she spits, her eyes boring into the man.

And suddenly, it clicks. The walker was never going to be a threat, but Finn was going to let the walker get her.  That decision was a huge fucking mistake.  

Before she let go, he leaned in to whisper something imperceptible but it had enough effect that she practically threw him onto the ground in response.

The gates begin to open, and as Sevika strides back to your truck, you can't help but feel a mix of admiration and fear.   The woman before you was no ordinary one, she was willing to put her life on the line to protect her people and weed out the weak links.

Sevika slid back into the seat next to you, her eyes meeting yours.  You feel exposed, like she can see right through you. There's a challenge there, a silent question: Do you know what you’re getting into?

You swallow hard, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

As you drive through the gate, you couldn’t conceal your awe. The scene before you is like stepping into a different world - one untouched by the horrors of the apocalypse you've grown accustomed to.

Neat rows of houses line well-maintained streets. Lush gardens and small farms dot the landscape, bursting with life and color. People - actual living, breathing people - stroll along sidewalks, chatting and going about their day as if the world outside these walls hasn't ended.

You count maybe 15-20 houses in total, but the sheer number of people you see is staggering. There are more living souls in this one community than you've encountered in years of scavenging and surviving.

Sevika directs you to a parking spot, and as you're climbing out of the truck, a woman approaches. She's tall and dressed in a neat uniform, with short-cropped gray hair and a face etched with the kind of hardness that comes from years of survival. Her sharp eyes remind you of a hawk's.

"How much longer were you gonna keep talking before you let me shoot?" she asks Sevika, a hint of amusement in her gruff voice.

"As long as it takes to make my point, Grayson." Then, gesturing to your group, she adds, "I picked up some strays today. Oh, and a spot just opened on my team, by the way. If anyone in your group wants to switch sides..."

"Enough of stealing my patrol, Vika."  For the first time, you see Sevika truly laugh. You notice her tooth gap, she looks almost carefree.  

“Well, looks like you survived,” Sevika says, turning to your group.

“You could say that with a bit more enthusiasm next time.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on her lips at your quip.  “It’s your turn to uphold your end of the bargain now.”  She puts out her hand.  

You retrieve the bag you stuffed under the seat, it rattles with the pills as you hand it over.  Without even a goodbye or thank you, she turns to leave, and you watch as her group immediately follows suit.

Grayson gives you a once-over, then nods. "Alright, let's give you the grand tour."

The houses were luxurious and belonged to a class you never knew. Some have solar panels on the roofs, explaining the electricity you can see being used. There's a central square with what looks like a communal dining area. The smell of cooking food makes your mouth water - real, fresh food, not the canned goods and stale rations you're used to.

You pass by a building that Grayson identifies as the infirmary. Through the window, you can see shelves stocked with medical supplies. It's more medicine in one place than you've seen since the world fell apart. You notice guard towers strategically placed along the walls - despite the idyllic appearance, it's clear this place is well-defended.

"I've got a meeting to attend but Ekko here will take care of you, though I do hope that we will meet again - my patrol squad is always looking for new members." With that, Grayson strides away, leaving you all trying to take in the scenery.

"Come on, let's get you settled in! Sky will get you guys all sorted out." Ekko waved at your group to follow.

He leads you through the streets, and you can't help but marvel at the sense of normalcy. People are going about their daily lives, talking, and laughing. It's like stepping into a memory of the world before.

"Welcome!" Sky says, her voice gentle with a hint of anxiety at the sight of your group - soot ridden and blood stained clothes weren’t the most friendly image. "We got a spare house. It’s not huge, but it should accommodate all of you comfortably."

She hands Vander a set of keys and a small map. Then, with a delicate clearing of her throat, she adds, "If I may suggest... There are showers in your new home. I think you'll find them... refreshing after your journey."

Vi snorts at the polite understatement, while Caitlyn looks slightly embarrassed. 

Sky continues, "Once you've had a chance to clean up, Ekko can show you to the pantry. We'll make sure you have enough food to get started."

You can hardly believe what you're hearing. Showers? Fresh food? It seems too good to be true.

As if reading your thoughts, Sky's expression softens. "I know this must be overwhelming. Take your time to settle in. It must be hard adjusting to how it is here, but this place didn’t happen overnight. Everyone here has a part in maintaining things the way it is. "

Ekko nods, gesturing towards the door. "Ready to see your new digs?"

As you follow him out, you exchange glances with your companions. There's hope in their eyes, but also caution. This place seems like a dream come true, but you all knew that nothing was ever permanent. 

The moment you step into your new house, chaos erupts. Bags fly everywhere as you all rush to claim spaces. Vi tosses her pack onto a bed, while Caitlyn more carefully sets hers down. You and Powder are a whirlwind of motion, exploring every nook and cranny.

Tears prick your eyes as the reality sinks in. A real home, after so long.

"I call the couch!" Powder shouts, leaping onto it.

Vi raises an eyebrow. "You can have the bed, you know."

"Nope! This is perfect," Powder grins, bouncing slightly.

You all burst into laughter, the sound foreign but welcome after so much hardship. As the laughter dies down, you realize just how hungry you are. Powder’s stomach growls loudly, causing another round of giggles.

"I think that's our cue to hit the pantry," Vi says, standing up and stretching. "Come on, let's see what they've got around here."

At the pantry, you're shoveling food into your mouth, barely pausing to breathe. "I know this is canned, but why is it so good?" you mumble around a mouthful.

Ekko chuckles. "We have fresh fish, vegetables, and fruit too."

Your eyes widen in disbelief just as Sky walks in, Sevika close behind.

"Oh perfect, we were looking for you guys!" Sky says warmly.

Sevika's eyes scan your group. "I see you're settling in already. We’ve got jobs for you."

She starts assigning roles, Vander and Vi in food gathering. Then she turns to you, Caitlyn, and Powder. "You three will be working here in the pantry."

"What? Even after all those 'interesting skills' you said I had?" The words are out before you can stop them, tinged with disbelief and a hint of anger.

"This is a serious job. Making sure everyone gets the right rations is important. Preventing theft, too." Her tone is cocky, almost challenging.

Fury bubbles in your chest. After everything you've been through, all the skills you've developed to survive, you're being relegated to... food inventory? You want to argue, to prove your worth, but the words stick in your throat. You're acutely aware of how precarious your position is here.

Beside you, Caitlyn looks equally stunned. She's an incredible shot, her skills were wasted on this task. But like you, she remains silent.

"Understood," you manage to say, the word tasting bitter. You exchange a glance with Caitlyn, seeing the same resolve in her eyes. 

The days blend into one another as you settle into a routine at Zaun. It's surreal, to be able to think beyond mere survival. Conversations here with others touch on memories, hopes, dreams - luxuries you'd almost forgotten existed.

You're lost in thought, mentally cataloging the supplies, when a familiar voice cuts through your concentration.

"Looks like our newest recruits are really getting into the swing of things."

You turn to see Sevika leaning against the doorframe. Her presence fills the small space, making the pantry feel even more cramped than usual.

"Don't you have something more important to do?" you mutter, trying to hide your annoyance. "Like, I don't know, running this whole place?"

Sevika chuckles, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering into the pantry. "Multitasking, sweetheart. I can keep an eye on you and run this place at the same time."

You roll your eyes, returning to your task. But Sevika doesn't leave. Instead, she picks up a can, tossing it from hand to hand.

"You know," she drawls, "when I brought you in, I thought you might be more... useful. Didn't peg you for the grocery store clerk type."

Her words sting more than you'd like to admit, and it was also enraging - how dare she act like it wasn’t her fault you were assigned here in the first place? 

"We can't all be badass scavengers," you retort, reaching for a high shelf. Before you can grab it, Sevika's arm extends past yours, easily plucking the item you were struggling to reach.

"Here," she says, handing it to you. Your fingers brush as you take it, and you're struck by the calloused warmth of her hand.  You mutter a reluctant thanks, hyper-aware of her proximity. 

From the corner of your eye, you notice Caitlyn watching your interaction intently from across the room. Her gaze flicks between you and Sevika, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.

Sevika notices too. She turns to Caitlyn with a raised eyebrow, the casualness in her voice from earlier gone. "Something on your mind?"

Caitlyn quickly averts her gaze, busying herself with her task. 

As you reach for another box, Sevika beats you to it, effortlessly lifting the heavy container. 

"How do you even have time for this?" you blurt out, frustration and confusion coloring your voice. 

Sevika sets the box down, her eyes meeting yours. "I don’t." 

The moment stretches between you, fraught with tension. Sevika's typical scowl returns, and she turns to leave.  "Try not to burn the place down with your expert can-stacking skills," she throws over her shoulder as she exits.

These encounters with Sevika were becoming more frequent, each one leaving you more uncertain than the last. But the random checkups made sense - you don't trust her, and neither does she.  

The pantry job was a way to keep your group in check but it coincidentally became a test of patience as well. Powder flits in and out, her time increasingly spent with Ekko. While part of you was frustrated by her lack of help, a larger part was glad she actually got to enjoy her childhood.

The breaking point comes during an argument with a burly man demanding extra rations. 

"Sorry, but rules are rules," you say, trying to keep your voice level. "Take it up with Sevika if you have an issue."

His face reddens. "Screw that, I'll go straight to Silco!"

The name hangs in the air, the mysterious leader of Zaun you've yet to meet. You knew Sevika's role as his right hand, but Silco himself remains an enigma, spoken of in hushed tones.

As the man storms off, you lock eyes with Caitlyn. Without a word, you both know - it's time for a change.

You find Grayson at the tennis courts, an incongruous sight that still makes you do a double-take. She's lounging in a weathered lawn chair, a beer in hand, watching a lackluster game between two residents.

The sun beats down on the cracked concrete court, weeds pushing through the fading lines.

Grayson spots you approaching, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes a long swig of her beer. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You can smell the alcohol on her breath as you draw closer, noting the slight flush on her cheeks. Despite her relaxed posture, there's a sharpness to her gaze that tells you she's far from incapacitated.

"We need to talk," you say. "About our roles here."

"What about them?"

Caitlyn steps forward, her posture straight and confident. "I want to join your patrol team."

You nod, adding, "And I want to join Sevika's scavenging group."

Grayson snorts. "If you want to join Sevika's group, why come to me? Why not ask her yourself?"

You feel your cheeks heat up as the memory resurfaces. "I did..."

Sevika stands before you, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk on her face. You've just finished explaining your request to join her team.

She laughs, the sound both mocking and somehow enticing. "If you can beat me in sparring once, sure." Her eyes rake over you. "But we both know that's not happening anytime soon, pantry girl."

"I need you to train me," you tell Grayson, determination in your voice. "Make me a better fighter. All I did was drive and fix wounds, but I know I can do more."

Grayson's eyes narrow. "How do I know I won't be wasting my time helping you two?"

Before you can respond, Caitlyn moves. In a blink, she's drawn Grayson's pistol from its holster and fired at a beer bottle perched on a table at the end of the court, shattering the bottle.

"Because we have the skills to prove it," Caitlyn says coolly, handing the gun back.

For a moment, there's silence. Then Grayson's face splits into a grin. "Alright, I'm convinced." She stands, stretching. "But today's my day off. I'll see you two at the west watchtower tomorrow morning." 

Her expression turns serious. "If you're late, don't bother asking again.  Do we have a deal?"

You and Caitlyn share a look.

“Deal.”

[misfits-of-zaun]

If Silco had noticed her reaction, he didn't comment on it, but he did sheath his knife a little too quickly. Maybe he was just a stickler for not running with sharp tools in his hand. Vi was pretty sure he knew better than to put a blade away without properly wiping it clean - that was rookie shit, after all.

Don't think about it.

Whatever. As long as she acted like nothing had happened, hopefully Silco would take note and do the same. It could just be added onto the very large pile of things Vi didn't talk about.

The next several minutes were thankfully silent again. There was a tense moment where they were both forced to duck behind a hedge in almost perfect tandem to avoid an unexpected group of infected wandering their way; Vi gritted her teeth at having to hunker down in such close proximity, but endured it until it was safe to move on.

Reaching Jinx's dorm building was a very short-lived relief. Almost immediately, Vi's sharp eyes picked up on several highly troubling details that all but broadcasted the building had been breached; broken glass, streaks of dried blood and damaged barricades by the ground floor entrance all told a grisly story. Amidst all the sheets with hastily drawn pleas for rescue was one with an ominous reddish brown handprint and streak marks across the window - further signs of trouble.

Vi felt her stomach plummet, at around the same time a familiar buzz of static started to cloud her head. She could feel her own heartbeat pulsing in her ears.

Keep your shit together. You don’t know for certain that you're too late.

“Fuck.”

Silco actually beat her to the swearing, for once. Out of her peripheral vision, she noticed him turning to look at her. Oh, great, now he was probably going to want to discuss alternative options.

Vi didn't care what he said. She was set in her resolve - she had to go in there. Had to check.

“Her room is on the fourth floor. If we can find a fire escape or something out here we can skip most of whatever is in there, and get to her room faster. I doubt the elevators still work anyways. Unless you want to hope the ground floor is empty, and that neither of us gets injured by any glass. Or any traps that are still left.”

Huh. So he wasn't backing out either. That caught Vi's attention. She slanted him a more appraising look.

"I know where to go," she said shortly by way of reply, as she began to slowly circle around the perimeter of the building - where the fire escape was supposed to be. The address was seared into her head, room number and floor included. Admittedly she hadn't actually been inside the building before yet, but she wasn't going to admit that to him.

"Ground floor entry is obviously too risky - I'm not an idiot. We'll take the fire escape."

We. It still left a sour taste in her mouth to use the word.

The fire escape was a traditional set of stairs with short landings at every storey level, forming a long black rectangle down the side of the building - and stopped on the second floor, with a drop-down ladder to allow evacuating students down while discouraging people from casually using it as an alternative route up. Not that this had ever stopped Vi; she'd become well-acquainted with using them to visit her friends, to give pursuers the slip when she got into trouble, and to sneak back into her room after a night out.

Using the final few metres to build up some speed, Vi took a short run up and sprang, catching the bottom bats of the ladder with both hands. Nimble as a monkey, she pulled herself up until her feet reached the bottom bats and enabled her to climb the rest of the way up onto the first landing of the fire escape. She pulled the lever to let down the ladder for Silco - a basic courtesy to save time - then gave him a flatly expectant look from her perch before she started to scale the next set of stairs.

"Pull that up behind you - I don't want to find out if those things can climb."

@independentzaun

“I can keep up just fine, and I don’t expect you to.”

A muscle in Vi's jaw ticked, but she didn't respond. Flat, steely grey eyes scanned her surroundings, vigilant for the smallest changes that might signal a new danger. It was easier to cope this way - to channel her anger into fierce purpose, to focus on what mattered. She didn’t have the time (or the emotional capacity) to fully process the impact of encountering Silco, of him tagging along.

She hadn't seen him in years. He was somehow both familiar and a stranger to her; someone she had many memories of and used to feel safe with, but simultaneously someone she didn't really know at all, and couldn't trust as far as she could throw him. The emotional dissonance made her highly uncomfortable.

At the very least, Silco wasn't pressing for any further conversation - if anything, he also seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable, which was slightly vindicating. The awkward silence stretched as they walked across campus together, but to Vi it was preferable. She didn’t want to speak to him. She didn’t know what there was to say.

If Silco truly was sincere about working together, about forming a truce for Jinx's sake - fine. Vi could try to suck it up and deal. She could endure a fucked up little family reunion, if that's what it took to keep her sister safe while the world was ending around them. As deeply entrenched as her dislike and distrust for Silco was, she knew Jinx was still close with him. (It had been the cause of multiple arguments.) And deep down Vi knew she couldn't look her sister in the eye if she ditched the bastard, fully aware that he was searching for Jinx the same as her, and he didn't make it. Hell, the fallout if she pulled that and he did make it would still be terrible, and definitely paint her as the bad guy. No, it wasn't worth the irrepairable damage it would do to her already strained relationship with her sister.

Part of her was surprised he was even searching for Jinx - after all, Vi had been left with the impression that they had been nothing but pawns in his spiteful fighting with Vander, that he'd only adopted Jinx as a final fuck you to his dead ex who'd won the custody battle. If he'd actually cared, the way her little sister had believed, why would he have abandoned them in the first place? Or had he just only cared about Jinx, and waited until Vi aged out to avoid getting the problem child with his favourite in a package deal?

...Now was not the time to think about this.

Silco had taken up position a barely acceptable distance away, walking on her right side. Acerbically, Vi wondered whether this was a display of trust or a test. Or maybe the old bastard just didn't want to look at her.

The tension in Vi's frame was a constant thrumming in her veins, an ache in her hands from her white-knuckled grip on the bat in her hands. She forced herself to unclench her fingers, but a few minutes later the ache started up again. She was acutely aware of Silco's proximity. Logically, sure, you had better odds out here when you had backup - but Vi knew all too well how quickly things could go to shit, just because someone else did something stupid. Or because someone was selfish and ruthless enough to actively throw others under the bus. Disasters like this could bring out an ugly side in some individuals, even ones you knew and thought you could trust. She'd lost people to that already.

Vi stole a sharp, appraising glance at Silco's scarred face, feeling a grim resolve settle within her. If he tried to stab her in the back, she'd be ready for it - and it would be the last time he ever got to hurt her.

Reaching the next cluster of buildings, unsurprisingly, came with another obstacle. Vi paused, sizing up the threat. So far, she only saw two in the courtyard - but who knew how many could be lurking nearby.

“Quiet approach, I take the one on the right you take the other.”

Vi shot him a belligerent look.

"Don't tell me what to do," she hissed back, reflexively bristling at the order, even as she fell into step to get it done anyway. It wasn't because Silco said so. It just happened to be the tactical choice, that was all.

The zombies hadn't noticed them closing the distance. Vi swiftly dispatched the one on the left, dropping it with a cracking blow to the back of the head and following up with a secondary hit once it was on the ground, confirming it wouldn't be getting back up. It was messy, and brutal, but quick and effective. Better them than her. Out of the corner of her eye she observed Silco using a knife to execute the other zombie with ruthless efficiency. The sight sent the hairs raising on the back of Vi's neck.

It sparked a sudden memory with sickening clarity: Vander hunched over the kitchen sink with his back to her, pressing a towel to his arm. Blood on the floor. Blood on the walls. Flashing red and blue lights outside her bedroom window.

Distantly, Vi became aware that she was breathing faster and more shallow than usual, hard-eyeing the dripping blade in Silco's hand. The slap of feet against pavement took a couple of seconds to register - then she jerked back to herself abruptly.

Shit.

Now was really not the time for whatever that was.

Don't lose your head. Don't lose your head. Just keep it together, fucking breathe -

"This way," Vi managed to grit out in a terse undertone, before spinning on her heel and setting off at a sprint for the other end of the courtyard. If they could make it through the archway and up tthe stairs, hopefully they'd avoid getting spotted by however many zombies were coming, and be able to continue on up the path towards the dorms unaccosted. Presuming there weren't more zombies right ahead that forced them to detour, anyway.

@independentzaun

[jinxificada]

Its okeyii jester is like a performer, similar to a clown🦝

AND YAY ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU, holy shit i need some arcane with this trope, MY SKIBIDI WONT STOP RIZZING FOR IT. For the angstier side of this trope, vi def almost got bitten so jinx assumed she turned to save her😓 which is like, literally ep 3 if u think ab it. Jinx def has a home like bill from tlou, i mean shes hella smart and good w guns (fingers-) and she can also make bombs! Yippie! Murder is okay now that zombies exist! Also silco is a leader of a rebellion or sumthn and took in jinx

ROMANCE SIDE BECAUSE WERE TOUCH STARVED. She lives on her own and you guys met when you were looting the same building, either she went "ur my friend now!" Took you in (and kidnapped you), or she was skeptical to trust you and you guys met a few more times, formed and alliance, and eventually she became ur main supplier. She didnt rlly needed trading w you but she liked your company so she kept you around. Eventually you guys just got closer and much more touchy and clingy (because who is jinx but clingy?) And yall got this "i call her for some cuddles and kisses but we got no label" typa thing. Would def sell you some weed/drugs bec why not i mean its the apocalypse darl' (its up to u if you want to take it)

IDK IF I SHOULD ADD A SEXY SMUT PART BUT LET ME KNOW IF I COOKED😎🙏 skibidi flushed🙏⁉️ (this is my equivalent of a bye for now)

SKIBIDI FLUSHED

ALRIGHT WHAT ELSE APART FROM SHIMMER DID U INJECT EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO GOOD????? if u dont write it asap imma go hunt you down /joking sweetly

U COOKED AND I ATE IT ALL UP do the sexy part go crazy PLEASE

wth imma do a hashtag for you im genuinely amazed

[aphreal42]

My first fic in a new fandom (Life Series), drawing on my experince writing Dragon Age fic ages ago, written for the @mcytpromptexchange, and inspired by amazing art from @its-a-scared-rabbit.

Gem was sent by her Keeper to join the Grey Wardens and put her newly-learned Arcane Warrior skills to productive use. The Warden group she found may not be the most orthodox, but they gladly take her in, and Cleo shares stories about how the rest of them came to be Wardens. As per might be expected, Gem's route of volunteering is highly unusual; she quickly discovers that most of her new colleagues entered this lifestyle under significant duress.

This fic incorporates the following prompts: [Character A] finds [Character B] injured and alone. (Chapter 2) Character/Characters experiencing mourning/grief for another. (Chapter 5) A zombie (skulk?) apocalypse au where A gets bitten and B has to deal with it (frantically trying to make a cure, mercy killing, etc.) (Chapters 2 and 5, assuming Darkspawn taint qualifies.)

My initial inspiration to do a Grey Warden AU for Life Series characters came from this amazing art of Etho as a Grey Warden.

The total fic is just over 16k. It's completely written and beta read, and I plan to post chapters over the next few days.

[bruh-anator3000]

Masterlist

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Welcome to my masterlist, I dont write very often but I have a few now so I might as well make a navigation for it :)

Characters I'm writing for right now is mainly Viktor from Arcane. Or anyone from Arcane.

5/23/23 Update: Dagur will be joining my masterlist bc i am a slave to my hyperfixtations.

6/29/23 Update: Miguel O'Hara has entered the chat

8/9/24 Update: Deadpool and Wolverine have woken something in me

Italicized titles are unfinished/wips. Bold are posted and bold and italicized are fully completed projects.

Asks/prompts are OPEN!!! Don't be shy! Ask away!

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY WORKS INTO AI. ACTIONS THAT GO AGAINST THIS WILL BE BLOCKED FROM MY ACCOUNT.

I don't go by much here, my name is up for you to choose. My tag will just be #bruh writes. I hope you enjoy my work. Much love <3

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Viktor:

- The Lab Inspector's Daughter:

Summary: You're a lab inspector. Boring job. But the little girl you took under your wing sure made it interesting. She grew up into a smart kid, easily finding her way into Piltover's finest Academy. She also decided she would double as a matchmaker.

First date:

Jericho's: Jinx wanted to take a quick trip into memory lane. Viktor, however, is not a fan of what it serves. Literally.

- HexCrunch:

Summary: You're so, so hungry...

- Bedtime:

Summary: Poor Viktor never gets enough sleep. It's time you change that.

- Mafia!au

Summary: nothing yet, just a sketch >:)

Drabbles:

- Jealous?Viktor

- Snow-ball fight

- Afraid to love

- Arcane x Tangled

- NSFW drabble(MDNI!!)

- Comfort during a fight

- Viktor x Sculptor!S/O

- Machine Herald trying to find you

- Zombie Apocalypse hc

- Thanksgiving HC

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Dagur:

To Skrill or Not to Skrill:

Summary: Dagur didn't just... leave you, right? You led him and the Hunters to the exact spot your calculations had said the beast would be. The further you got into the cave, however, the less the others followed. Leaving you completely alone. Well, besides the dragon.

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Miguel O'Hara:

CAT-astrophic:

Summary: A random hot guy won't stop talking to your cat, it's starting to freak you out.

The Cat's Cradle (Miguel x BlackCat!OC):

Summary: WIP

Introduction to Anisa Hardy

Untitled Wolverine x Deadpool x Miguel x Reader mini series?:

Summary: Black Cat!Reader invites their roomies on a heist (reluctantly) and Spider-Man isn't a fan. Yet.

Drabbles:

- love not lust (slightly NSFW!)

- Miguel and Mayday angst

- Widower!Miguel

- Black Cat and code names

- Aftercare (slightly NSFW)

- Thanksgiving HC

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Deadpool and Wolverine (under the same category for now):

Untitled Wolverine x Deadpool x Miguel x Reader mini series?:

Summary: Black Cat!Reader invites their roomies on a heist (reluctantly) and Spider-Man isn't a fan. Yet.

Prelude Part 1

In pain? Get stoned! Logan x Wade x Reader:

Summary: Wade's chronic pain is giving him the works, so the best solution you have is getting high.

Drabbles:

- Logan and Miguel?

- DBF!Logan thoughts

- Logan x Vampire!Reader thoughts

- Prelude Preview

- Thanksgiving HC

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

caitvi zombie au you say 👀that sounds interesting af i wanna know more!!

ok omg so. the official synopsis i wrote for it is currently this one:

Six years after a deadly virus took over humanity, Vi and Powder do all they can to survive when the younger of two sisters falls sick to a lesser evil. With supplies in Zaun running low, they venture towards the next refuge in search of medicine: Piltover, a militarized powerhouse that may be their last hope—although the journey proves difficult and their chances low. As ghosts of the past resurface, the infected are not the only things the sisters will have to worry about. or An Arcane/League of Legends Caitvi zombie AU that also focuses heavily on Powder and Vi's dynamic

The fic will probably be 3 chapters long and I have most of it planned out already. The three main characters are Vi, Powder, and Cait, but it does feature other League/Arcane cameos and mentions (hehe)

As for the ages, Vi is a bit older than she is in the second act of Arcane, and Powder is as old as her First Act self, with Cait being one year older than Vi. This roughly leaves our main cast as Vi (24), Cait (25), and Powder (13).

The gist of it is based on Standard Zombie World, and although the infection is viral, it does share some tropes with The Last of Us.

And Caitlyn and Vi actually know each other from before the apocalypse...

Either way, the current not so official name is What Moves the Dead (blatantly stolen from a book). I'd love to share more snipets here and if anyone else has any questions I'll do my best to answer them without spoiling it too much hehehe

tysm for the ask <3

[v1nsmoke]

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hey, welcome to my corner! name's maya, and i write silly stories and make silly fanarts, mostly one piece related!

𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔: one piece, resident evil, the boys, the last of us, red dead redemption 2/1, far cry, fnaf, game of thrones, stranger things, arcane, naruto, star wars, marvel, dc, hunger games, kingsman, final fantasy, devil may cry, you, the walking dead, the council, mortal kombat 11 and mk1, western movies, and just movies in general

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A LETTER TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN... (update about my recent inactivity) FIND ME ON AO3 FANFIC WRITER EMOJI ASK

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[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

No Turning Back

by La_Medica90

When the world fell to darkness, Vi was my only light.

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Caitlyn takes a risk and allows strangers into her camp. One is lively and takes an instant liking to the solemn soldier.

Words: 2634, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Zombie AU, Whump, no happy ending, unless you squint, and enjoy pain, Post-Apocalypse, life is temporary

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[ughigottaheadache]

Meljayvik nation, how do we feel about a modern mid-apocalypse zombie/virus au?

Featuring:

Jayce stared out at the dark night outside their camp, with how little it was it’d be easy to up and leave at the first sign of trouble. They’d hoped to make it to the air strip before nightfall, but with Viktor’s condition and Mel’s wrist, Jayce was afraid the only way that would be possible is if he left them.

And he wouldn’t do that, couldn’t even fathom it.

Best case scenario, they make it to the private air strip and at the very least the fences keep them safe, early tomorrow.

A small whimper came from behind him, so he glanced, shifting the rifle so he could get a better view. Viktor had undone the dressings on Mel’s wrist, gently treating the cuts that had occurred when it got caught in a trampling, not long ago.

“Are you sure it’s not compartment?” Was hissed between her teeth, her soft face wincing as Viktor, as gingerly as he could, applied disinfectant to her wounds.

“I still suspect it’s only one broken bone, which we should be able to set straight when we finally get to a hospital.”

The unsaid, pessimistic, ‘if we ever got to a hospital’ hangs between them.

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What do we think? Throuple against the apocalypse?

[practically-an-x-man]

For Talk Shop Tuesday: Have you ever written AUs for your fics/OCs? If so, tell us about them!

Thank you!!

Talk Shop Tuesday

For the most part... not extensively? I've tossed around ideas for AUs here and there, mainly with asks like "what would your OCs be like in Arcane?", "What if X and Y switched powers?", "what if your OCs had no powers/were vampires/etc." and things like that, but I haven't written much in terms of full, fleshed-out AUs.

The main AU pieces I've written are more just side-pieces that I couldn't fit into the canon timeline I've created. Most of the time, that means they involve some sort of character death or irreversible damage that would conflict with the rest of their story. Some examples:

This angst snippet for Eris and Rick - obviously Rick doesn't die in the main timeline, so it's an AU

Years Ahead - Same as above. I'm a metahuman!Rick truther so this whole piece is an AU where he just remains human and eventually dies of old age

Tear Us Apart - A super angsty piece where Rae and Warren have their mutations removed a la The Last Stand, technically I could write some way to work it back into the main timeline but it's easier just to say it's an AU

Closing the Rift - Super whumpy piece with Ophelia and Peter, Olly ends up blinded and losing function in her hands so that's definitely an AU. Would be cool to write how she adapts to those disabilities, but it's not what I had planned for her main story

Torment - An alternate chapter for when Indie gets partially reconditioned in B&B, really just cranking up the angst. Technically could have fit this into the main story, but I went with a different idea instead and this became an AU

Now I DO have one proper AU fic, and it was actually the one you suggested - the zombie apocalypse AU for Ophelia, 8.34 Million People! Still really proud of that one :D

I've got ideas for a few AUs kicking around my writing ideas doc (I'm partial to fairy tale retellings tbh), but haven't had the time to write any of them out. And I've got another whumpy Eris AU in the works, and an ArchAegis Void AU I came up with after watching Deadpool & Wolverine, but I need to finish writing those before I can post them lol

Thank you so much for the ask!! <3

[friedgyozas]

looking for: attack on titan roleplay

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i write adv. lit/novella, third person, past tense. i can write anywhere from 500 to 1,300+ words, but i usually average at around 700 to 1,000 words. i'm only looking for people that write in the same style as me! :^)

availability

i'm a college student, so my schedule is very busy right now. at the moment, i'm able to get in weekly replies. sometimes i may be able to reply more frequently, sometimes more seldomly. replies would usually be on the weekends, occasionally throughout the week if i have time. sometime around october or november, my schedule is going to change drastically because i'll be doing clinicals working in a hospital! unfortunately, i don't know how that's going to affect my writing schedule. but i don't ghost so i'll always communicate how it may change. and i also won't want to end the rp!

pairings

canon x canon & mxm only. ships i will write for: eren x levi, eren x jean, eren x armin, levi x erwin, maybe some others not listed right now. i'm comfortable writing for levi, eren, jean, and armin in that order. i have fixed nsfw positions that i'm unwilling to change, though! more info on that in the post.

genres / themes

i love a lot of genres: horror, sci-fi, fantasy, supernatural, dystopian, post-apocalyptic, action/adventure, etc. a lot! i'm okay with very dark, psychological themes as well. right now, i'm itching to write either eren x levi or eren x jean in a zombie apocalypse au, either during the initial outbreak or just after it happened and the world has been living in shambles for while. cliche, but i love it.

fandoms

attack on titan is my main fandom (been in it since 2014!). right now i'm also writing for helluva boss and hazbin hotel (i write for lucifer, stolas, and blitzo). other fandoms i'm in are: the vampire diaries, the hunger games, twilight, house of the dragon, arcane, jujutsu kaisen, killing stalking, pretty little liars, my little pony:fim, monster high, and a few others i can't think of right now.

nsfw

so, i'm comfortable writing top and bottom characters & sub and dom. (i.e dominant bottoms, submissive tops, dominant tops, submissive bottoms, etc.) for levi, i will only write him as a bottom, dominant or submissive. for eren, i will only write him as a top. jean and armin are bottoms in my writing too. i'm alright with writing omegaverse, though i don't have much experience with writing it so please be patient with me (i read it a lot though :o) i'm okay with a lot of kinks and stuff, but please ask before incorporating something controversial, nsfw or other wise. there are a select few topics i'm actually not comfortable with!

roleplay

i roleplay on discord! we can make a private server & write there so it stays organized. i love chatting ooc too, and i'll be able to do that more often since it's less intensive than writing replies. i love heavily plot-focused roleplays, so fleshing it out just a bit before we get into writing is preferred. not every minute detail, but a pretty good idea. while i like for all of my roleplays to have smut, i also don't like for it to be the only focus, and i prefer a 25:75 or 40:60 smut to plot ratio. smut + a really good plot is what i'm looking for! (only writing with people 18+) i'm looking for a long-term partner or partners for this fandom that is so dear to my heart! someone that i can maybe even have multiple roleplays going for different pairings or plots, and someone that's comfortable talking OOC. i don't expect rapid replied 24/7 because we all have lives, so i expect the same courtesy :^) i'm going to be busier in the near future with school, but i love writing and it's a major stress reliever for me. i'm looking for a partner that is still willing to write together even if one of us has to take a hiatus from writing. my dm's are always open!! pls send a message if you're interested in writing together, and we can move to discord <3

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[fairy-writes]

Arcane: League of Legends Zombie AU

So… I have literally no idea what this is. But I had the idea from Max Brook’s “World War Z” and really love zombie stories so here’s… whatever this is. This might turn into a full-blown story, but it might not. If anyone wants a part 2, just shoot me an ask with specific characters, and I’ll write it!

The virus comes from Noxus. Zaun is the first to fall, and the gates and bridges are shut, but the virus still spreads to those in Piltover through illegal smuggling. It isn’t long before most of the Arcane world has succumbed to the virus, and only those who went into hiding or are outright fighting the zombies survive. 

VIKTOR only survives the initial panic of the zombie virus because he’s more intelligent than most. He is slower than everyone else, especially with his limp, but he’s scrappy, and more importantly, he’s a survivor. He survived the depths of Zaun and grappled his way to Piltover with sheer willpower and smarts. He’s also one of the only ones working on a cure for the virus, using a mixture of magic and science to try and heal people. In addition, he retrofitted his crutch with what’s known as a “lobo,” short for “lobotomizer” (look up world war z lobo if you want a picture), so he has some sort of weapon to defend himself in case the undead manage to get into his lab.

JAYCE survives the zombie virus much like Viktor does. He works on the cure, but he also goes out with his brand new lobo and starts also helping the effort to fight off the infection. He actually comes up with the idea of the lobo. It’s basically a double-bladed axe mixed with a shovel, and it makes quick work of zombie heads. It takes some trial and error but soon, the lobo is mass-produced under his watch and distributed to any surviving humans. He’s absolutely deadly with the tool, but that doesn’t mean he likes to use it. He hates killing zombies, hates killing what used to be people. But in this situation, it’s kill or be killed. 

VI takes quickly to scavenging for food, tools, and a safe place to stay. She is perhaps one of the more prepared people for the apocalypse. She kills only when she has to. Mostly because she has to use her fists, and that’s just plain dangerous. But danger is practically her middle and last name, so she survives well enough. She ends up traveling with Caitlyn, and they have each other’s backs. It’s not the most ideal circumstance, but it works better than most because they trust each other and are excellent fighters. Vi also finds Vander’s old gauntlets in Zaun when she’s scavenging where he died and uses those to crush zombie heads. 

CAITLYN travels with Vi. Vi does most of the scavenging while Caitlyn keeps an eye out for zombies. She constantly has to clean and maintain her gun because, let’s face it, the world gets pretty nasty and gross after there’s no one to clean and support it. She also finds what used to be a sword and takes to using that when she has to get up close and personal. She isn’t the best at it, but it works in a pinch. 

JINX is a bit of a mess (when is she not?) when the virus takes down Zaun. Her Gatling gun is pretty much useless (what’s the point of body shots when it doesn’t kill the undead?), and she has to hide in her hideout in order to survive. But, once Jinx gets her hands on a lobo from a Piltover soldier, she goes on the offensive. She single-handedly racks up the most kills of zombies in the entire city, and when she moves onto Piltover? She is unstoppable. Especially if she uses the Hextech gemstone to amplify her attacks. 

EKKO manages to keep the only semblance of everyday life. He closes off the Firelight’s hideout and only goes out if he has a weapon (his preferred weapon is a lead pipe) and his hoverboard. The children stay home with their parents, and only those willing to go out for supplies go with him. He’s run into Jinx and Vi a couple of times and actually ends up recruiting Vi and Caitlyn to the Firelights, where they help make a difference and start fighting back against the zombies. 

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What's the plot of your au?

in 2018 due to at the time mysterious consequences the sun "exploded", replaced with a massive black light spot in the sky. While it didn't really explode, it caused a massive flash of hot light, and when the light was gone, the sun was black and the sky looked wrong. like a dream or a broken videogame, everything was colored wrong, or misshapen or actively breaking physics. animals were mutated, people reported spotting horrible, mutated monsters that look straight out of horror movies. people were mutated, too, developing psychic powers or animal like characteristics. Its actually very similar to fear and hunger, which is funny because I've been rping it longer than fear and hungers existed. NOT SAYING THEY COPIED ITS JUST A FUNNY COINCIDENCE.

It mostly started as an excuse for me and my friends to put all of our blorbos together even if they werent from the same sources (which im very much used to, but apparently they werent as much) and since its me, i chose the aesthetics and i based it off of my ocs universe birdlime. its a post apocalyptic wasteland that takes inspiration from things like adventure time, yume nikki, (now) fear and hunger, welcome to nightvale, eckvanet, homestuck, etc etc. its very much like a serious apocalypse rp server, but instead of being zombie bloody dirty colored its purple and greenweirdcore jakecoded colored. we have three cities, St Lovette, which is the city run by my oc Juno's father, who died and Junos taken over, theres Desert Bluffs, a small cult commune ran near St Lovette by Kevin Lauren and Diego, and recently my friends wanted to start working on a more clearly technologically developed city based off of zaun from arcane. There is also the underworld, which they often rp hades characters in (i dont play hades much but im planning on picking up hypnos eventually)

It was a public server for a while before I ended up having a psychotic episode and not being able to handle it anymore, nothing was wrong with the server specifically i loved it. but my social skills never really recovered after that, and i still really struggle to interact with people in general. the ppl in my server currently are all very acutely aware of how actually bad my mental health is and are the only ones i rp with who know about me having DID which effects HOW i rp. uhmmm so sorry to everyone who was in the public one