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sugarcoated-lame · 2 years ago

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the drama and the lockdown omg !!! this story always has me on the edge of my seat!

‘he’s got this stupid chirpy look on his face that Jake could quite easily wipe off if he chose to recount his day right now.’ Hehehee I love their little rivalry and I can’t wait for rooster to find out.

“I suggest you think long and hard about that shit you pulled with Coyote, and that little favour I did for you before you do that again.” I loveee seeing a different side to rooster and seeing him not being so nice anymore, I am living for this !!!

‘Not infected, just judged by those snooty little bitches because of their stupid little crush on this idiot in front of you.’ poor dead girl is so done with everyone’s shit lmao

“If you try walking me to your room, I’m going to punch you in the dick.” Ok the snarkiness and banter between all three of them is just fantastic 😂 I love that’s she’s pissed at both bois, but I’m really loving the back and forth and the tension between Dead Girl and Rooster! Amazing amazing amazing chapter as always, I’m so excited for the next part!! 🥰❤️💜💕

Safe Zone | 0.7 | Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin x Reader

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Synopsis: A team of elite naval aviators holding down the fort at the North Island Air Base while they wait for reinforcements after a virus sweeps the continental U.S. - only, it’s been three months and no one has shown up.

Warnings: gore, death, violence and pretty graphic mentions of all things zombie related, love triangle, (18+, minors dni), angst etc, clear power imbalance in this chapter especially

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Containment has been at the forefront of this operation since the beginning. Closing off the big cities, securing the safe zones like the plan detailed. That’s why this worked. It’s why there are as many survivors as there are, it’s why those survivors grow disillusioned to the danger that they’re in every single day and it’s currently the military’s sole purpose.

There were provisions in place that came before all of this, and ones that have been developed since with the intel provided. Infection is spread mostly by bites, scratches, blood and saliva. Direct contact, for the most part. This was established early on, confirmed in a series of rushed tests and trials, and was imperative in slowing the spread.

Now, rumour has it that old women are just waking up and reanimating out of the blue, without so much as a bruise on them. Two autopsies in and still no indication of the origin of the infection in Mrs. Hewitt.

Containment doesn’t just begin and end with the walls surrounding the North Island Naval Base, that’s not where Admiral Cain’s jurisdiction ends. For as far as the eye can see, he’s the only jurisdiction that matters nowadays, and his word goes.

So, when he decides that the accommodation block gets put on tier three lockdown, it goes. Exceptions and express exams are to be made for volunteers, room will be allocated for them in the Officers wing. Other than that, the residents of Block C will remain locked in their rooms with senior officers sweeping the building every four hours.

It’s done quickly and quietly in the middle of the day. Little fuss, no one in and no one out after the front door is locked. Infection doesn’t just appear out of nowhere and containment is key.

Jake puts his head down and hightails it back to his room the second that he sees your brows scrunch at the poor son of a bitch whose duty it is to tell you that you can’t enter the block. He just spent an entire afternoon fucking your brains out, and he knows that you’re going to try to bash his out once you know that he kept this from you.

Seconds away from the safety of the door to the officer’s building, his shoulder meets something moving at an equal pace and he stumbles.

“Sorry — you alright, Hangman?” Rooster. Of course it fucking is. Jake lifts his head and forces an almost polite smile, nodding his head slowly as he steadies himself and gives Rooster a quick glance over. Ready to start his afternoon and evening coverage, he’s freshly showered and his curls are still wet, he’s got this stupid chirpy look on his face that Jake could quite easily wipe off if he chose to recount his day right now.

“Just trying to grab some sleep before I cover Payback’s gate shift later.” Jake rolls his shoulders back and opts not to lie.

The walkie strapped to Rooster’s belt crackles, interrupting the small talk between two people who have never really been friends. He grabs it instinctively and lifts it in time for them to both hear a rather panicked ensign declare, “H-Hey Rooster, we’ve got an issue over here at Block C.”

Jake’s lips almost quirk. He can only imagine the trouble you’re causing over there. He’s glad that Birdbrain has to deal with it, since he’s going to be busy washing away the evidence of your afternoon together. Rooster leans his head back and groans. Jake shoots him a quick smile and heads for the shower.

Rooster hears you before he sees you. Causing trouble by the front door, arguing with the poor nineteen year old who is assigned to stand guard.

It’s the end of the day, you’re tired and you’re covered in sweat — more of it Jake’s than it is yours. You stare ahead of you at the young recruit that’s stopping you from entering your building. He’s young, maybe a little bit older than Luke.

You squint at him. “Excuse me?”

“Admiral Cain’s quarantining the building, volunteers aren’t included. You need to go to the infirmary for a health check and then they’ll place you in a room somewhere else.” His voice squeaks, nervous and borderline prepubescent as you stare him down.

“Let me explain, okay?”

It’s for five days. They don’t understand how Mrs. Hewitt turned, there could be a contamination risk in the building. Scratches and bites — that’s how it’s supposed to spread. Just a couple of other days, to see if anyone else gets sick.

“Are you insane?” You snap at him. “So, what if someone does turn? — You’ll just leave them all in there to kill each other?”

“No, no! There are going to be checks. Evening and night, we’re going to sweep the building, everyone gets locked in their rooms. Your mom and Luke will be safe.” Rooster insists, reaching out for you. You pull back sharply and glare at him. If he knew about this, so did Jake.

Jake who just spent the afternoon with his tongue in your mouth and didn’t think to mention this once.

Even after all of the explaining he can do, you still look just as angry as you did before. Rooster sighs softly, he’s under strict orders not to let anyone in or out of that building and he’s not going to make an exception for you.

“If they’re safe then why can’t I go back in?”

“Because we need you out here, they’re going to do a med eval on you and then—“

“And then what? — What if I’m sick?” You challenge, stepping closer to him and furrowing your brows. Rooster catches a hold of your arms, stopping you in place and forcing you to look him in the eye.

He glances around. This isn’t the place for this conversation. Not out here, not in front of all of these people. Civilians are meant to know as little about this as possible. Inciting panic causes problems. He tugs you closer to him.

“Let’s just get you checked out, okay? — We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” The way that he speaks makes it clear to you that he’s not really asking. Still, you aren’t in the mood to be bossed around by an asshole in a uniform after the day you’ve had with Jake.

It’s not exactly kicking and screaming that he drags you to the med centre, but you do put up a fight.

“Can you fucking stop?” Rooster grunts, struggling as he stumbles forwards, you thrash in his arms. He sighs and lifts hard, pulling you off of your feet and walking you into the infirmary. There are a few other volunteers sitting on metal chairs, waiting for their turn to be checked over.

There’s no way that Rooster’s going to be able to hold you still long enough to let them go ahead of you. Gritting his teeth, struggling to keep you held against him as he pulls his security lanyard from his pocket, he flashes the card towards the young girl standing guard and promptly marches you through the next set of doors.

“Keep going.” Rooster mumbles, his lips at your ear as he walks you forwards again. You drag your feet, pushing back against him, trying to shake your arms out of his grip.

You’ve never liked hospitals and this is no exception. He walks you into an exam room, there’s a volunteer nurse sitting with another volunteer. You push back against Rooster’s chest, trying to walk back out.

“It’s quick, just—“ He grunts as you drive your elbow back into his stomach and push against him, barely catching you before you can dip around him to get out. His fingers curl around your biceps, tugging you in front of him, brows furrowing sternly.

You move to kick at him again, lips parting as he yanks you forwards so that he’ll be able to speak without the nurses overhearing him. “I suggest you think long and hard about that shit you pulled with Coyote, and that little favour I did for you before you do that again.”

Not telling anyone. Your brows scrunch. The same man who has spent the past few weeks winning over your mother, and bringing you more uniform than you need, and playing ball games with your brother — is threatening to tell on you.

He pulls back and looks at you. His brows raise expectantly and he lets you go, leaving the choice up to you. He watches you swallow softly and nods as your muscles relax, accepting that you’ve made your decision. Rooster lifts his hand and curls his fingers around your forearm, turning you back around to face the nurses.

“Afternoon, girls,” Rooster flashes a quick smile towards them, his chest pressing into your back. They practically melt, grinning at him and standing up quickly. You stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Mind checking my friend over real quick? — Need to get her back out on the front gate by this evening.”

Friend. Another shift. Both lies. Still, the girls are all gooey for him so they agree hurriedly and spring to action. Your first order is to remove everything other than your bra and your underwear — they’ll begin with a full body bite check.

Rooster nudges his hand softly into yours. “I’ll be outside. Be good, huh?”

Scowling the entire time, seethingly angry at the both of them, you strip out of your clothes and kick off your boots. The two nurses exchange a quick glance. It’s then, under this harsh white light, that you notice Jake’s fingerprints bruised into your hips.

The two of them make no effort to hide her issue with the marks that have been left on your body. Rooster, who smiles and remembers their names, and who they have each individually had their eyes on for a few weeks now — waits outside, leaning up against the wall. They assume that the hickey on the base of your neck is from him too.

Their shared looks are bad enough, it’s the scoff that the small blonde lets out when she finds the hickey, that really makes your blood boil. Your elbow practically tingles as you fight the urge to swing it into her nose.

Still, no bites, no scratches that aren’t clearly from a human. Rooster was right about the second part of the exam, it is quick. Some blood work, vitals checks, having one of them shine a torch at the back of your throat. Only, the two nurses — on their little power trip, decline to allow you to dress again until they’re completely finished.

Rooster flinches as the door to the room swings open to his left, he stands upright quickly and moves to catch you. You’re not running, but you’re just as furious as when he dropped you off, pulling your shirt back down over your torso.

Now that you’re sufficiently furious with Jake, there’s room in your head for you to soften with Rooster. Not completely, but enough for a half-hearted apology, “Sorry for elbowing you.”

His lips quirk slightly, he nods his head and then shrugs his shoulders. “S’alright. You all good?”

You nod your head sheepishly. “I’m not infected.”

Not infected, just judged by those snooty little bitches because of their stupid little crush on this idiot in front of you. You roll your shoulders back and breathe out. You hadn’t expected that in a world like this, stuff like sleeping around would matter much.

“Alright. Wanna see where you’ll be sleeping?”

You squint dubiously at him as he turns halfway and jerks his head for you to walk with him, “If you try walking me to your room, I’m going to punch you in the dick.”

“Noted.” Rooster agrees, offering you a quick smile and turning away from you. He leads you towards the officer’s building without a word and you grow readier to bring him to his knees with each step.

He rounds a corner and you catch a glimpse at the distaste on his face. Your view of the room comes a moment later, but your distaste is equal.

It’s a room that would have been a double before this, but now has become temporary housing for displaced volunteers. The only furniture in the room is four metal-framed bunks, topped with thin blue mats with rolled, thin white sheets on top of them.

Rooster presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek and glances down, trying to gauge your reaction.

“Can I get clothes from Block C, or…?” He has no idea how you feel about the room, given that your reaction is so calm. You lift your head and wait for him to answer you.

“Uh, no — they’ll provide you with some uniforms while you’re here. I’ll try to make sure they get your size right.” Rooster explains, leaning against the door frame and taking another look out across the room.

You purse your lips, containing an entire day’s worth of frustration into your balled fists as you squint at him once again. “And what do I do for underwear, Captain Dumbass?”

Rooster’s lips quirk amusedly at your new nickname for him. He shrugs his shoulders, folding his thick arms over his chest. You’re so ready to knock that smug look right off of his face. “If you asked me nicely, I might think about figuring something out for you.”

First the threat, now this. You square your shoulders — you’re not going to melt for him like those little bitches in the med centre. “Excuse me? — You have a stash of women’s underwear or something, you perv?”

“We have a clean clothing reserve, actually.” He replies, arms still folded, his large frame draped casually into the doorframe. “Used to get brand new donations from clothing brands all the time for civilians in the case of natural disasters and other emergencies.”

His eyes don’t falter from your face. You stare him down, silent. You’re not going to beg him.

“So, if you ask me nicely,” Rooster’s pink lips quirk at the edges, curls falling somehow tidily over his forehead, “I might be able to do you another favour. How’s that sound?”

You narrow your eyes at him and take a step closer. “You could do it, or I could tell your senior officer that you broke the no fraternizing rule twice.”

He smiles at you and finally unfolds his arms, pushing himself upright from the door frame. Rooster pats your arm as he moves to step past you, “Twice is a pretty conservative guess, sweetheart. I’ll have ‘em to you before morning.”

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