#im used to expired milk

[castielsprostate]

tummy hurty in the house tonite :( i am having a very bad time

[idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff]

Ive never been more upset 😭

[orcelito]

When ur at the store and u see the snack cheese and ur like "hmm should I buy some snack cheese?" & then ur like "You're still pretty broke, you've already bought a frivolous thing yesterday, don't buy the snack cheese" so you give up and don't buy the snack cheese and then you go home and guess what

You want snack cheese, but you don't have any. You absolute fool. You cheese-less buffoon.

[atomicjellycat]

You can just say WIC it's ok

I hate government programs in the US bc conservatives are always trying to dismantle them so the lefty byline is always like "these programs are vital and lifesaving and keep so many people from starving and being homeless, they're Very Good and you have a moral obligation to protect and defend them!" and the program is question is something called the National Anti Hunger Initiative or NAHI and it only applies to people who have $527 or less a month in Net Perforated Index-Subnet Income (NPISI) before taxes and housing costs and the program gives you a $99 a month voucher that reloads every 1/80th waxing moon that is only good for buying specific brands of gruel BUT you only get to take 200 breaths a day when you're on the program and for every breath over 200 you take they subtract one dollar from the vouchers you receive and you have to count and report your own breaths bc they don't have the funding to do that and if you misrepresent the amount of breaths you take that's Breath Fraud and there's a hotline you can call to report someone's Breath Fraud and you can be denied gruel vouchers for the rest of your life if youre accused of Breath Fraud. And you're just like. Not allowed to complain abt this bc apparently the only alternative to this is no one ever gets gruel vouchers

[vivitalks]

i have a word of advice for everyone: smell your milk before it expires. go do it now. learn the smell of good, unspoiled milk so that when your milk is spoiled, you can clock that shit right away. speaking as someone who has been unable to identify spoiled milk in the past, you do not want to be in this situation. don't take the expiration date as gospel, i guarantee your nose is a better indicator. save yourself a bad bowl of cereal, get a whiff of your unexpired milk, thank me later. this has been a PSA

[nctsplug02]

helloooo, i’m very hungover from halloweekend and i’m daydreaming about how mark would take care of his gf who has a hangover 🥲

[1:34PM]

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: hangover, mark being the best boyfriend, kissing, mention of food, and mention of medication.

the smell of eggs and bacon has you up. your head pounded and ached as if a boxer was beating your head in.

“holy fuck,” you groan while sitting up, you could feel your head spinning. it felt like there was a thousand pounds on your head.

where’s mark? your mind questions as you look around the room. mark; your boyfriend of two years who can’t cook food but is the sweetest human— can’t cook. eggs. bacon.

shit.

“oh, fuck.” you sigh, hopefully the smell of bacon and eggs were actually what it was and not the smell of your apartment being burnt down.

you slide out of bed and swipe the white t-shirt off the ground, you slip it over your head and hug yourself while walking out the room and into the kitchen. “ow, fuck.” mark quietly hisses under his breath when feeling the hot oil splat on his skin.

“mark?” mark whizzes around with a spatula in his hand. “hi, baby.” aw, that shocked and enlightened smile on his face. “hi, uh.. what— what are you doing?” mark looks back at the stove then at you. “i—im trying to make us food,” he turns back to the stove and shrieks.

“oh, mark.” you sigh when walking over and peeking over his shoulder. “uh, sorry. maybe we won’t be having breakfast.” he laughs and flips the burnt eggs in the trash. “should we order in?” mark looks up at you with the biggest eyes and a frown. “yeah.” he says quietly and you softly laugh.

after ordering, you and mark are sitting across from each other with coffee mugs. “i’m sorry i ruined breakfast this morning— i just wanted to help with your.. hangover.” you laugh into the cup. “i love you, mark. you’re too good for me and i appreciate you for all you do. thank you for trying.”

mark hops off the counter and walks over to you, he spreads your legs a bit and wedges himself between them. “i love you.” he whispers and presses his lips onto yours.

“also, why aren’t you wearing any undies?” you laugh and look down to see the shirt is still blocking you. “howd you know?”

“i could see it from where i was sitting earlier. whenever you kept moving your leg it peaked a bit.” you set your mug down and toss your arms around his neck. “you sound like a creep.” mark sets his coffee mug down next to yours and slides his hands over your hips.

your lips are so close to touching marks before you push him and run to the sink. you lean over and start throwing your guts out. “oh, baby.” mark rubs your back and holds your hair back into a ponytail. “that’s it, baby.” you turn the tap on and rinse your mouth.

“god, that was horrible.” you huff, heaving slowly. “you did good.” you softly laugh at marks praise. he brings his hands on your hips, again and leans forward but you lean back. “i need to brush my teeth first because, morning breath and because i just threw up.”

“aw, cmon, baby. i’ve had more terrible things in my mouth before— i literally drank expired milk.” you cringe at his sentence. “ick, that’s nasty— but, please let me brush my teeth?” your eyebrows quirk up.

mark yanks you to the bathroom and grabs your toothbrush. “okay, but you have to let me help.” he wets it and coats it in a nice amount of toothpaste. “help? i don’t need help brushing my—?”

your jaw drops and mark sticks your toothbrush in your mouth. “mwak?!” the brushing muffles you out. “mwak, i—?” the foam builds up and mark pulls out the toothbrush. “spit.” you lean forward with a soft glare.

you spit and mark grins. “we’re doing so good.” his shoulders jump up in excitement. “mark, keep sticking the toothbrush so far deep im gonna puke, again.” you warn. “but, you aren’t gagging?”

“maybe because every day and night you face fuck me with your fat co—?!” mark sticks the toothbrush in your mouth, cutting you off and making you glare. “i hat ou.” your eyebrows frown.

“nah, you love me.” he winks and you roll your eyes feeling your cheeks heat up. “bam white.” you nod and mark laughs. “spit.” you lean over the sink and spit, again.

KNOCK KNOCK!

“breakfast!” you and mark say in sync. “i’ll get it— wash your mouth.” you nod and mark leaves.

you’re gonna marry this boy. for sure.

[ad-hawkeye]

ik you don’t really keep up with themis anymore but i was looking at the new artem sss and the artemrosa art is so cute but my mind can’t stop thinking about all the food in their fridge 😭unless food in stellis lasts way longer/zero expiration date half of that product is not being used

FUCK YOUR DESCRIPTION WAS INSANELY ACCURATE. RLY CUTE BUT HAHAHHA OH MY GOD NOW IM ALSO WORRIED

okay now im kinda obsessed. why does he have so many drinks. also i see either prepped food or a shit ton of leftovers. i think we can accurately judge artem's mental state on this fridge and his metric fuck ton of milk and creamer. which goes BAD REALLY FAST ARTEM WHAT ARE YOU DOI

[depravedmicrowave]

I was cursed enough to lay eye on this so everyone else in my sphere of influence gets to to.

Great art OP

Vlad Masters is my favourite ✨Winx fairy✨👄

[bellyasks]

lactation anon i took ur emojis & just applied them to Regular Milk😭😭😭😭😭 im sorry ik its not the same at all but as i dont go to lactation this is the best i can offer

🤒 Your character isn't feeling good at all. They don't really have much in the way of home remedies, but they know that milk makes you strong, so maybe drinking some will help them feel better? What's the worst that could happen?

🥵 It's a million degrees out and your character is desperate for something cold. Right now, the thing that sounds best is a nice big glass of ice-cold milk. They just have to be careful not to guzzle it down too quickly.

👻 Your character has been possessed by a ghost who's been craving milk for ages. They've finally got the chance to drink it again, but unfortunately, the body they're using to enjoy it isn't taking it so well, and the ghost dips, leaving your character with an upset milk-filled tummy.

🌝 Your character is a big fan of liquid bloating and decides to give it a shot with milk, determined to see how much they can fill themself up before they have to quit. Milk is a lot heavier than the water and soda they typically use, though, and it's not long before they realize this might be more than they can handle.

👰🏾‍♀️ Your character is the beautiful bride-to-be--or somebody who has to get into a fancy dress for whatever reason--and they're also prone to bloaty tummyaches. They make the mistake of drinking some milk the morning of the wedding/event, and, combined with their nerves, it sets off their belly, leaving them so bloated that they're not sure the dress is going to fit.

👩🏾‍🍳 Your character is baking cookies, and they realize the milk they're using is going to expire tomorrow. They still have a lot left, though, and make a point of having a LOT of milk and cookies that day so it won't be wasted.

🥇 Your character and their friend are having a competition to see who can drink the most milk in a set amount of time. No matter who wins, there will be no winners here.

[quirkle2]

you didn't just write that angst down of your zombie au and expect me to go on about my day without crying,,,,

also also, now i wonder what did mob do to finally have reigen and teru trust that he's, well, still him? WHAT HAPPENED I NEED TO KNOOOOW (and the terumob hug oh no, oH NO *RIPS MY HAIR OUT)

((sorry if i'm asking too much i'm just that invested in this au jwnxjwndi i hope you don't mind 🥹))

DW im like so stoked abt the questions i LOOOOVE talking abt the zombie au it makes me ill

i think it's a lot of little things that add up, actually. mob, compared to other zombies, is still quite reserved and quiet. in his weird little sparse mumblings, they occasionally catch what sounds like pieces of their names in the stream of syllables. even tho he's a zombie now and most of them r usually sloppy in their movements, mob still sits with relatively good posture and with his hands politely in his lap

one of the biggest things was seeing him sit down next to ritsu and plop his head on his shoulder. old habit of his when ritsu was bummed abt smth... they saw that and the gears started churning..

a lot of behavior can be explained away if ur desperate enough for sciency proof, which is what teru likely tries to pull at first. zombie mob watches ants on the ground and gets easily distracted by animals and bugs, much like he used to pre-zombie, but many many zombies do that anyway... the hug-back is purely muscle memory there's surely no recollection of emotions or a desire to comfort in there... that thing he still does when he tilts his head at confusing things is surely a Typical Zombie Behavior

when they go to grocery stores to loot them mob stands in front of the fridges with the milk cartons that are 100% expired by now, like he wants one. he seems more quiet and a little bummed when ritsu tells him they're bad by now and that he can't have one. him and teru Totally used to have one of those silly secret handshakes for the funsies and teru starts it on instinct one day and mob returns like ?half of it in a very stilted and sloppy fashion, struggling to remember but doing it well enough.that almost makes teru cry Again

but honestly, even without any of that at all, if they rly search in his eyes, they See it. they see Him, and they never know how to describe it, but he's still there in his gaze, it's just incredibly muted and tired. there's recognition when he turns his head and looks at them, there's even some semblance of fondness when they smile at him. you don't see it if u aren't looking for it, and at first they're convinced that's the deal, that they Want to see it so obviously it's just a trick of their brain that they Do, but...it is there. he is still there

reigen and teru quickly join ritsu in the belief that mob is still very much mob, in almost every interaction they have with him. and they quickly become just as eager to find a cure for him—seeing him be Him But Not Quite is harder on them than they thought it'd be,, makes them miss him that much more

[tojisun]

good morning yallll so i didnt sleep bc i pulled an all-nighter for my presentation this afternoon!! also just found out the milk im using (still drinking rn) for coffee has expired ten days ago 😻

[flutter2deceive]

Bitching about financials and job things under the cut

My company announced like 2 months ago that our jobs are being eliminated, but it's like this nebulous thing because they're outsourcing and we need to transfer all our products, so my end date isn't until 3/31/2026. Like that's so far in the future and I'm gonna get severence (at end date, i will have worked there for 20 years literally over half my life) + a retention bonus, so I'll be ok for a little while after the fact i think i hope

But anyway i decided to immediately start cost-cutting 2 months ago:

•canceled subscriptions (canceled hulu, paramount+ (i have a plex server hookup anyway), canceled ubereats (and also stopped ordering from them altogether), canceled or went down a level on my minimal patreon subs)

•signed up for Shell's rewards system (it's literally free and you save at least 20cents/gallon every single time and sometimes more without having to spend any money you just click a button and boom extra 10cents if you fill up on a specific day.)

•haven't done *any* fun online shopping or regular store shopping for that matter

•severely cut down my fast food spending (i'm sorry taco bell ily), and as my friends are in similar financial woes, we've stopped ordering food every weekend and opted to make cheap dinners where we each bring some small component like 1 brings pasta 1 brings sauce 1 brings garlic bread

•this isn't a recent change, but i never go out anywhere for like drinks or to see local comedy shows like i used to frequently do. I'm a homebody who goes into the office twice a week and goes to my best friend's house on saturdays and just sits at home the rest of the time

Even with all that!! My debit card is at $26, my 1 credit card is $3 away from its limit, the other is $21 from its limit. I *thankfully* get my paycheck at midnight, but like... woof!

Last paycheck i was down to less than $100 the day before as well. It's so mind-boggling to me that it's this bad. Partially because I've had some unfortunately-timed plumbing issues and had to pay a pricey deductible (but glad i have the insurance obv cuz of how much the total cost would've been otherwise.) But also partially cuz i feel like shit is so much more fucking expensive than it's ever been!! And the last gallon of milk i bought and properly refrigerated went sour like a full week before its expiration date.

I have a decent job and make pretty good money (for now at least.) I have made several cost-cutting measures recently. I feel like I don't *do* anything. And it literally doesn't matter!!

My best friend who has an equally comfortable job told me he had about the same amount of $ as me to last him til his next paycheck too.

And on top of the financial stress, i am so fucking stressed at work because no one knows what they're doing and i keep getting roped into things at the last minute with an IM that says "hey got time for a quick call?" And then i end up having to put together a complicated spreadsheet that is needed by end of week. Why didn't you fucking ask sooner than 2pm on a thursday?! Oh cuz someone who will still have a job at the end of this didn't do what they were supposed to? Ok sure I'll get right on that. And I do. I do get right on that and have it back to you within a couple hours. Because i stupidly care about my job.

Ugghhh i hate everything atm... Except i was able to livestream my favorite singer Terri Clark's debut concert at The Ryman tonight. And i have a ton of Fran/CC fanfics queued up to read. And the Ghosts discord is constantly coming up with the cutest scenarios for H$, my current otp. And i am off the entire next week because next Friday is my birthday. And my dog is snoring.

So i guess it hasn't been such a bad day after all, Charlie Brown... or some such sentimental nonsense 🙃🙃🙃

[thotpuppy]

ive been sick as fuck like all week, struggling to get literally anything done, struggling to meet my deadline, borderline delirious, and we're totally out of food. i was supposed to start my day with a trip to the grocery store but my battery is DEAD dead, not even enough to use automatic locks, so no groceries. skipped breakfast because the milk is expired and we only had 1 packet of oatmeal left so i let my grandmother have it, only to not be able to go to the store to buy shit for lunch. actual lunch was good but im all out of sorts and couldn't even eat it. and now! ive lost power in my whole apartment, memere is being a stinker because she cant play her computer games, and im hot and sweaty and have a headache AND my router is down.

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

week from hell

[orcelito]

25 years old and making coffee for the VERY first time

[hertwood]

im in an insane budgeting freakout i think i should start doing smoothies again as a #budgeting girlie (gn) but i'm so so bad at remembering to buy milk and use it before it expires BUT. if i use one of my free employee drinks as milk to bring home.......yeeeeaaaaaaaaahYEEEEEEAHHHH

[descendantofthesparrow]

Pray it away(i swear, ill never be a saint, no way)- Jeff the Killer x reader - P1

The last of us! inspired fic-based off the infection in the last of us/using that infection cuz i can/its the only one i understand like-at all.

Warning; blood, zombies*, cursing, guns, violence, death.

(y/n) and Jeff are both 17 at the start of the infection. both 27 after the time skip, though i do try to not mention ages so you can place (y/n) at any age, Jeff is 27 tho.

=

May 13th, 2014. The day the world went to hell.

The day started off normal-you were getting ready for school, making a quick breakfast for you and your siblings as your dad nearly slept through his alarm. You heard your brother slam on his door twice, waking your old man up. “Alarm!” Colin yelled out, chuckling as your dad just let out a loud confused groan.

He quickly jogged down the stairs, stealing your glass of orange juice as he squeeze past you to take his egg burrito. “hey!” you yelped, reaching around and attempting to steal it back, huffing as he just gulped it down. “Jerk, I was drinking that.” He burped, setting the glass in the dishwasher and grabbing one of your chocolate milks, opening it and setting it beside you. “Thanks,” you muttered, he was an asshole-but hey at least he wasn’t a total butthead.

Colin just nodded, downing his burrito and shoving a rice crispy treat in his mouth. “Gotta get to work-see ya (y/n)! don’t drink my soda!” you waved him off and he was out the door, quickly heading to the bus stop that would take him to work.

“wakey wakey eggs and bakey!” you yelled out as your oldest brother, Justin, came slumping out of his room, sniffing as he took his plate of eggs and bacon from you. “No waffles?” he asked with a tired grin, and you shook your head, starting to make your batch of eggs. “no, dad used the last of it on Sunday, and we’re not going grocery shopping till Saturday.” Justin nodded with a hum, sitting down at the breakfast table and pouring syrup on his eggs.

You took your dad's egg sandwich out of the maker and set it aside, starting up his coffee as he came down the stairs, fixing his button-up. “Thanks sweetie,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head as he took his sandwich and finished making his coffee, nodding as you mentioned he would need more English muffins as you broke into the ones from the freezer. “okay, Justin eat up, im taking you to work-(y/n) drive safe, okay?”

You nodded, sliding your eggs onto a plate and buttering your toast, tossing the empty bag of bread into the trash-you had narrowly missed the expiration date so you were happy to have finished it off. “yeah, have a good day!” you called out, locking up as they left and rinsed off all the dishes, collecting your backpack and heading outside to your car-it was a 2001 Oldsmobile-the paint old and the ceiling crumbling; but it got you to school and around town-so you couldn’t complain.

“Hey (y/n)!” you turned, seeing Leon-your neighbor and friend-waving out to you as he started to head out to his school. “you wanna play some Mario kart after school? My place?” you nodded, giving him a thumbs up; laughing as he fist pumped. “wicked-see ya!” and with that-you were off.

-

School was normal, droning teachers, nosey teenagers, stupidly funny friends, lunch from home; the only thing that concerned you-when you looked back on it-was how your history teacher kept looking at his phone. Looking paler and paler each time he glanced at the screen.

You noticed Jessica was more twitchy than usual, and Kevin-the kid who never got sick-was coughing, a small rash crawling up his neck. He went camping a lot with this dad-so you thought maybe he got into a patch of poison ivy.

When you got out, you heard the roar of jets above you; seeing fighter jets soaring across the sky. You frowned, wondering if there was some sort of show going on, but your brother definitely would’ve tried to have gotten the day off if there was one. You licked your lips, feeling a pit in your gut-telling you something was wrong. You brushed it off, heading towards your car and back to your neighborhood, pulling your car into your driveway and heading over to Leons.

“Hey, Leon’s mom!” you called out as you entered the house-taking off your shoes and resting your bag in the cubby in the hall. She gave you a small smile and bow of her head, turning and going back to what she was doing. You walked into Leon’s room, smacking him harshly on the back as you came up behind him. “(y/n)!” he coughed out, smacking his chest to free his lungs of sudden water, “Dude I was drinking!”

You just laughed, sitting on his bed and grabbing the controller he had set out, leaning back as he turned on the Wii and sat on the floor in front of you. “Notice anything weird at school today?” you asked quietly after a few matches of Mario kart. Leon paused the race and looked up at you, his brows furrowed. “no���why?” he turned, resting his elbows on his knees.

You swallowed, looking down at the controller; fiddling with the buttons. “I dunno…just-I’ve got a bad feeling….it’s probably nothing” you chuckled, gesturing for Leon to resume the game. He slowly nodded and turned back to the tv, resuming the race. To which you won-again~.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, bye!” you yelled to Leon as you left the house, bidding his mother goodbye as well, closing the door behind you and heading back to your house. You looked up at the clock, seeing Justin and dad would be home soon-Colin wasn’t due for another hour or so. You got busy doing homework and some chores, taking a glance at your dads dinner calendar for the week to see what was for dinner that night.

“Lasagna, cool” you muttered, knowing it would take a while to make and everyone would be home and hungry by the time it was ready. You grabbed the box from the freezer and started up the oven, cleaning up your snack dishes and getting on Justin’s ps4 till he got home, messing around in your completed save file of infamous ss.

When 6 rolled around, you got worried-your dad was either home by now-or at had least called to tell you he was on his way home. And Colin hadn’t asked you to come pick him up yet, nor had he texted you he had gotten a ride. That pit in your gut got stronger, your leg started to bounce as you tried to distract yourself with the game.

7 came around. No calls. Something was wrong. The Lasagna had long been done-slowly growing cold in the oven that you had turned off nearly a half hour ago. You licked the inside of your lip, switching from the ps4 to the cable, drawing your legs up as you switched to the news channel.

‘no word from the police about a rise of violent incidents across the city, some speculate it could be a new street drug-more at 9 after we return from break.’

You jumped as your phone went off, and you quickly picked it up, swallowing as Colin’s voice came through the receiver. “(y/n)! are you home?!" you nodded, then realized he couldn’t see that and told him you were. “Good, go into my room-get my gun-“ you froze, what? get his gun?

“Colin what the fuck?” you nearly screeched, gasping as something exploded outside. “What the fuck!?” Colin called your name and told you to lock everything up and get his gun. “Stay inside! Somethings wrong, like-zombie wrong.”

Oh god you felt sick, what the hell was happening?! “(y/n)! make sure everything is locked and get my gun! Now! We’re locked down over here, dad and Justin haven't responded to me at all. Stay safe-don’t get bit.” you dropped your phone as he hung up, stumbling towards his room and grabbing his pistol from his bottom drawer, tears in your eyes as you quickly went around the house-locking all the windows and double-checking the doors.

“What the fuck what the fuck” you whispered repeatedly to yourself, terror piercing your core as jets flew overhead-shaking the house as you heard screams echo from outside. You jumped at the sound of something slamming against your front door, and then it started…whimpering?

You knew that whimper-Krusher! You carefully unlocked the front door, letting the year-old rottweiler-shepherd in, quickly looking around for anyone before closing and locking the door. “hey bud, are you okay?” you asked gently, getting to his level and letting him press into your side,  the young pup shaking and crying-though his protective instincts didn’t leave your back un-guarded. “what's going on buddy?” you asked quietly, flinching as your phone and the tv sounded with a loud alarm. You quickly went back into the den-swallowing harshly as you looked at the message on the tv.

‘nationwide emergency-do not leave your homes. Stay inside. Do not let anyone in. Law enforcement and emergency services are in the area-and will be in contact with further instructions. Repeat; nationwide emergency-‘

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling your hands shake as you carefully held Colin’s gun, you double checked to make sure the safety was on and picked up your phone, desperately calling your mom, dad, and brother-none of them answered. “oh-oh please, oh please oh please,” you sobbed, feeling tears trail down your cheeks as Krusher stayed close to you, the hairs on his back raised.

You nearly screamed as your phone rang, seeing it was Cindy-Krushers owner. You quickly picked it up, eyes on the mud-room door that led out to the driveway. “Cindy? What’s going on?” you cried out quietly, crouching down as something echoed from outside-sounding like a gunshot. “I dunno kid-are you home? Is Krusher with you? He jumped the fence and ran off.”

You told her he was, setting the gun down and rubbing his side, his eyes glued to the mud-room door, growling. “He’s-he’s on edge though” you whispered, slowly standing and grabbing the gun again, seeing Cindy walking up your driveway, only living two doors down. “What the hell is happening?”

“Doomsday kid, everything is going to shit-before the alert went off, news was going off about people starting riots, physical attacks with biting n’ all. Zombies it sounds like” you sobbed, getting up to meet Cindy as she stepped up to your front door, knocking on the mud-room door to let her know you were there.

She hung up and quickly jogged over, stepping inside and locking the door behind her, Krusher leaping up to practically hug her as she set her rifle down and rubbed his head. “any word from your dad?” she asked, quickly checking through the house and turning off all the lights, drawing curtains and raiding your dad's supply closet.

You shook your head. “no, nothing from him, or mom, or Justin. Colins the one who called me first-told me to get his gun and stay inside.” Cindy nodded, tossing your dads rain jacket at you, and pointing down the hall towards your room after she finished raiding the main hall closet. “go get dressed, pants, closed-toed shoes, good t-shirt, pack what you can in a good backpack, we have to get out of here.” you stood still for a long moment, flinching as she yelled at you. “go! (y/n)!”

You quickly did as told, Krusher following you into your room. you quickly texted your parents and your brothers that Cindy was packing you up and leaving with you, that you would be safe, and hoped they would be too.

Colin was the only one to text you back. “okay, leave a house key somewhere I’ll be able to find it-don’t pick the place empty. Stay safe, I love you (y/n).” you froze at the end of his message, he had never said that before….fuck this was serious. You quickly texted him back, telling him you loved him too, texting the same to your parents and Justin before shrugging your backpack onto your back and following Cindy outside, leaving the house key in the hanging plant in front of the kitchen window.

Pam, Cindy’s partner, was loading stuff into their truck and a large motor home connected to it, making eye contact with you for a moment and nodding, seeing Krusher at your heels. Cindy went to check on Pam and you slowly followed, eyes on your neighbor's house. They were an old couple, very sweet, and had practically been grandparents, you wondered if they were okay.

Krusher suddenly started growling, and you felt him push against your legs-moving you towards Cindy and Pam. “Krusher?” you asked quietly, turning the safety off on the gun and looking around-seeing nothing Krusher would be guarding you from. “what do you see?”

The hairs on your neck raised and you whirled around-eyes widening as you saw Leon, his eyes hollow and white veins crawling up his face, a bloody bite mark on his upper neck. “Leon?” you whispered, your hands shaking as he groaned and huffed, his head snapping around at the smallest sounds.

Then he saw you, and he started to hobble towards you, snarling growls erupting from his chest. Krusher started to bark, warning him to back off, pushing you back towards Cindy and Pam. “Leon, stop-don’t make me do this-please!” you cried out, lifting the gun and pointing it at your childhood friend, he just broke out in a sprint.

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed, pulling the trigger and Leon dropped to the ground, his blood beginning to pool in your front yard. “im so sorry,” you whispered out, turning and running to the car as Cindy yelled out for you, ducking as a transformer exploded from the other side of the street. You ducked into the car, panting as you slammed it closed-Pam drove off as people began to flood the streets-all screaming, some covered in blood.

“What the hell happened?” you whispered, curling into your seat as Krusher curled up in your lap, his head on your shoulder as you held him tightly, tears burning your throat. What had happened to your dad? Justin? Mom? Why weren’t they answering their phones?

“Take the surface streets-freeways going to be blocked off by the time we get there, we need to get to somewhere less populated.” Cindy told Pam, turning back to look at you. “buckle up kid, this is going to be a long ride.” you nodded, curling up in your seat and taking off your backpack-stashing away Colin’s gun and holding Krusher close.

-10 years later-

You walked through the abandoned streets of some Georgia city, a rifle in your hands with a heavy pack on your back, Krusher’s son trotting by your side, panting as you made your way around abandoned cars, downed power lines, collapsed building walls, and long-dead infected. Your eyes were trained on the convenience store at the end of the street-its windows unbroken and lights flickering.

“Think there be anything good Cerbs?” you asked your loyal pup, who just huffed, glancing up at you while you spoke. He hadn’t reacted to anything just yet-so you guessed the surrounding area was clear…for now. You never stayed in one place for long anyways. “c’mon, let’s check it out.”

You jumped over a fallen gas station support beam and pulled at the door, nodding to yourself as both doors were locked. “that’s a good sign” you muttered, taking a walk around the back and pulling at the staff only door-that was locked as well. Maybe you would have some luck for once. You went back to the main doors and broke the glass with your rifle, turning on the flashlight clipped to the top and scanning the room as you stepped inside.  “Sniff it out” you whispered down to Cerberus, who immediately went to work, going all the way to the back room and not giving any signs of danger till he hit the door to the basement-which was covered in debris. “Don’t think I’ll be going down there, but thanks bud” you muttered as you scratched his ear, looking around the store.

It wasn’t fully stocked-and most of it had been picked out-but there were things of value left-like some beef jerky that was still within its expiration date. “Score~!” you sang, snagging the bag and taking your bag off to put it inside, leaving it on the floor as you explore the store, finding some dehydrated marshmallows (like the kind in lucky charms), mini cereal cups, a half pack of pads, pretzels, more jerky, and two bags of cookies. The last of which you tossed out since they were waaaaay outta date.

 “oh hell yeah” you muttered as you found a bag of dog treats, ripping it open and tossing one to Cerb, grinning as he happily snatched it out of the air. “good boy,” you got busy packing it away, grinning as you spotted a few rolls of toilet paper that had rolled under one of the racks. “fuck yes.” You snatched them up and packed them away, furrowing your brows as Cerb’s hackles raised and he started to growl at something behind you. You slowly grabbed your bowie knife from your belt, not daring to glance over your shoulder as you saw a shadow begin to stalk up behind you.

But it was too quiet to be an infected, not a clicker either-it was walking too smoothly, no groaning, their breathing almost non-existent. You quickly stood and spun around-screaming at what you saw-it was a dude; tall and pale with a long healed carved smile across his face, his eyes wide and maniac.

You punched him in the face.

He hit the floor, completely crumbling on himself, a small wheezing hiss escaping him before he went limp.

“Whaaaat the fuck,” you muttered, crouching down and pushing the dude's hood out of his face, seeing long raven hair that almost looked brown-his eyes nearly shut and bright blue. Your thumb scratched against his upper cheek, it was both deceptively smooth and rough like leather.

Looked to be around your age too, wearing a filthy white hoodie and a dark denim jacket over it. You slowly looked up as something growled, loud-and big. It was a husky. A big fuck off husky-it’s fur blood red and black, his eyes almost glowing. You swallowed, raising your hands and standing, grabbing your bag and sliding it on, “I’m not gonna kill him, just didn’t expect him.” You whispered to the husky, who just showed his teeth, Cerberus at your side; doing the same.

They were both telling each other/you; leave my human alone, or I will kill you.

You stepped away from the knocked-out dude, and the husky began to relax, stepping closer to his human and soon standing over him as you stepped away, making your way around the aisles and going out the door, not looking back as the husky stared after you and Cerb-sneezing as he looked back down at his human, nosing him in the neck.

The dude woke up with a jerk, pushing away the huskies nose with a groan. “Smile-get-off” He snapped, sitting up and rubbing his face, feeling heat beginning to build up in his eye. “Bitch punched me in the face!”

-end of p1-

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