#well its not really fine. zombies. but. shut up theyre all fine okay

[paradoxicalpaldeann]

i wanna write a somewhat angsty sr zombie apocalypse fic where all of the sr members in the fic were essentially left behind when the zombie apocalypse started (the outbreak began in another city and they got ditched during evacuation) for various reasons. could honestly be described as a godawful blend of katawa shoujo and 28 days later. after the initial angst it becomes slice of life fluff i swear

ebbz is the main character and she's an amnesiac who was in a coma when it all started and woke up decided "yeah ebbz is a name. and mine." after looking at her smudged hospital bracelet. due to head trauma she has lost almost all of her previous memories, has difficulty remembering things in general (but can remember she's forgotten things and it terrifies her), light sensitivity and a bit of difficulty recognising faces (she's not completely face blind, it's more of like. a brain lag. it takes her anywhere from up to a few seconds to a minute or so for her to actually be able to recognise peoples faces, this is specifically why the boys start wearing colour coded beanies as it helps her recognise them quicker in an emergency). she never regains her old memories but she does end up doing a lot of scrapbooking to help her make new memories, lots of soft moments around that like kaif scavenging lots of stationary, stan stealing a polaroid camera from a shop, all of them together figuring out how to recycle paper to make more books for her to use, etc. she's immune to the zombie virus flat out, but thats also why she was left behind in the evacuation- as she had a bite mark and the hospital staff could not get any form of confirmation from her that it was not a zombie bite (sometimes the disease takes a while to incubate so they have to check) they legally weren't allowed to bring her to evacuation sites.

kaif is basically half blind. an eye condition has meant he's lost all of his sight in his left eye and his sight in his right eye is dogwater. glasses do help but only so much and considering its a condition that will only get worse as he gets older he's going to be fully blind in the future which terrifies him. he's already learnt how to read braille and started making a lot of preparations as he's honestly kind of paranoid about it, as he went from 20/20 eyesight to rapid loss of sight pretty quick and he's still shaken up about it. ebbz and the gang steal a braille labeller for him and then abuse the fact that they're in a big city with a fancy library to get access to a big, professional braille printer and reprint all his favourite books and cookbooks for him and he ugly cries a bit after seeing how far they've gone for him. he's like the mother hen of the group. he loves cooking, and a lot of the labels hes made have been for containers so he can store ingredients safely and also he got a measuring scale that yells at him but its more annoying than anything else lol. he got left behind during the evacuation as someone bumped him and broke his glasses and he is basically blind without them as he's already blind in one eye and then he got extremely lost and due to the general panic nobody helped him and he stumbled back to his apartment after a few hours to get one of his spare sets of glasses (the evacuation order started whilst he was out shopping so he didnt have a spare set on him) and by then he can't make it to the evacuation sites in time and he knows its too risky to try.

sam's missing both his legs from the knee joint downwards after a car crash. it's been a while and he's pretty used to his prosthetic legs, and they're absolutely covered in stickers. he does get a lot of phantom pain in his legs and has the worst nightmares out of anyone in the group because the incident in which he lost his legs was geniunely pretty traumatic and it has taken him a while and a lot of physical therapy to get to where he is today. he's a bit of a menace, and he's often the one who organises a lot of the surprises and accommodations for the others, so when they respond by collecting as many unique stickers as they can for his birthday to add to his legs he tries very hard not to cry into his cake and fails miserably. definitely the biggest risk taker out of all of them but thats because he's got a whole Thing about not wanting to be useless even though they've all got their own issues, he's got a bit of a "everyone is valid except for me" mentality and pushes himself a bit too much to try and help the others. he got left behind during the evacuation as he couldn't get his prosthetic legs on quick enough and when he realised "this probably isnt happening" he instead helped a very lost kaif back to his apartment as they live in the same building. he gives the best hugs (bear hugs!!!!) and is generally the best for mental health support in their group of survivors even if he doesn't realise it.

stan is deaf after a uh,,, childhood mishap with fireworks in which the neighbour kids thought they hadn't been followed when they snuck off to light fireworks, so when a little 6 year old stan walked up to the lit fireworks because of the pretty lights they panicked. they were able to alert stan enough that he turned around and walked a bit away, but not enough that he didnt get injured, his hearing being severely damaged and his back becoming badly burned. he's still got a bit of chronic pain due to the severe scarring all over his back which is where the catboy joke started because backrubs actually do sort of help relieve the tension and pain but he didnt tell the others at first why he liked it so they all just went "okay silly catboy needs to be pet" and when he finally admitted it was actually helpinf with his pain they were like "stAN OH MY GOD" cause if they'd known they would have done it a lot more. he's got hearing aids and they help to a degree, and the reason he met the others was because he had to go out and scavenge for batteries for them as he didn't have a stockpile because he was like 2 weeks away from getting cochlear implant surgery and the ones he was getting have rechargeable batteries and he was like "finally no more battery pile" WRONG! zombie apocalypse and he's sooo pissed off because he FINALLY fucking got a surgery date and then some asshole broke quarantine and got zombies into cardiff like are you for fucking real. right in front of my goddamn salad. i've been waiting half my life for this you diseased prick. godDAMNIT. anyway the others (kaif + sam, ebbz isnt awake yet) run into him whilst he's trying to scavenge batteries and they help him out with it and he ends up moving all his stuff over to their apartment complex as it's easier to defend and has a lot more room. he got left behind during the evacuation because he flat out didnt hear the alarms. he's been using his hearing aids a lot more since the quarantine started so he can hear alarms if it happens which means the batteries in it were running out quicker and even though it's risky to sleep with hearing aids in as they can get damaged he was taking the risk to make sure he could stay safe and then his batteries fucking ran out whilst he was asleep because stan is the unluckiest man ever so he woke up looked out his window and went "wh. why is cardiff empty. hello. excuse me." and realised that he was unfortunately, comedically fucking unlucky. he's the one person in the group you THINK is normal but he's actually the most aggressive fighter and the best at making traps/questionable diy electronics ("jesus christ, stop putting the fucking wires in your mouth, stan!" "you're not my dad, sam-" "i will kick you, i swear to god." "what, from halfway across the room?" sounds of a prosthetic leg being taken off "wait wait WAIT OKAY OKAY I'M SORRY-") and other related stuff. he's surprisingly good at scuffed diy survival tools, and he's a little gremlin when it comes to hoarding supplies and reusing seemingly broken things. he is also the quickest to cry and start putting himself down whenever he messes up. he sees himself as the most 'pathetic' out of the group because the others actually tried to escape or had physical reasons why they couldn't, he was just asleep and he beats himself up about it a lot and is afraid he's a burden.

god i really wanna write this. i think its the "everyone here is fucked up and not perfectly ablebodied but we're still very capable and resilient people and we accept and care for eachother whilst also making accomodations for one another" that gets me. and the found family (or polyamoury. you never know) too thats always fun.

[janetbrown711]

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-" Hazel and Selena 😄

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-" Hazel grabbed her chest as it began to ache from breathing so heavily. Her mind swirled as she looked around and felt slowly impending doom surround her."C'mon follow me. We can climb up that tree," Selena grabbed her cousin and quickly dragged her by an oak tree and climbed up before helping Hazel up. "You okay?""Th-the tree isnt going t-to last. Th-theyre just g-gonna f-find us a-and- a-and- oh why am I so stupid?! I should've known this wouldn't work! Stupid! Stupid!" Hazel was hysterical and smacking herself on the forehead. "Hey! Hazel calm down, its gonna be fine. You aren't stupid," Selena grabbed her wrist and looked her in the eyes. "B-but I-its m-my m-mom a-and m-my fault we're in this whole stupid mess," Hazel tried to choke her sobs. "No its not, its my fault. My idea. Stop blaming yourself," Selena said. "But I'm her daughter," Hazel released her wrist and covered her face. "So?" Selena asked. "So I'm the reason shes DEAD!" Hazel stopped choking it and sobbed uncontrollably. "Hazel... Hazel, no... Its not your fault," Selena rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort. "She-she left Dad because she didn't want ME. I'M the reason," she weeped on."Hazel, its not your fault, he didn't even know you," Selena tried more to get through her but the groans and moans of the zombies had suddenly grown uncomfortably loud. Selena looked down and saw four or so were starting to approach the tree. "Dang it. Where is moms grappling hook when you need it," Selena rubbed her forehead, "Hazel we need to get a move on before we get stuck," she turned to her, "you got any ideas?" "H-huh?" Hazel wiped her eyes with a sniffle. "You got any plans on how to make it out?" Selena asked again. "I-I'm n-not the dangerous one, y-you are. I-im made of paper. I-im weak. I-im not a strategist," Hazel tucked her knees to her chest and Selena sighed. "Hazel, I love you, but we don't have time for this. We need to move. Fast," Selena opened the book and flipped through it, searching and scanning fornany answers, but she never was good at reading ancient languages in a panic. After a bit of scanning Selena snapped the book shut with a groan and grabbed her cousin and they started to climb down. "Wait-! Where are we going?!" Hazel questioned. "Away. Follow me, I'll fight em off," Selena broke off a large tree branch and started whacking the zombies with it. To describe the unread as grotesque, would be an understatement. Their feathers and fur were torn and exposed rotting yellow skeletons. Their eyes were yellow as expired milk. They smelled even worse. But Hazel didn't have time for observations. She had to follow Selena, and she did. She ducked and dived past several of the unread as they tried to reach for her. Despite what the movies said, these zombies weren't slow. They moved at the pace of a normal person if they weren't feeling good that day. Of course, the ones with missing body parts were the acception. Hazel was doing a good job at keeping up, but a hand one again grabbed both of her ankles and she fell to the ground with a thud. "Selena!!!" Hazel cried out. Selena skirted to a stop. "Hazel!!!" Selena started to make a turn around but Hazel soon started to be dragged away and Selena was starting to get overwhelmed by the numbers that were rising. Not to the point of danger, but the stick and the fact she wasn't even a teenager yet were soon going to be a disadvantage. "Selena!!!" Hazel called out again but soon she was dragged so far off she could no longer hear or see her best friend. "Let! Go! Of! Me!" Hazel attempted to kick and flail as bet she could but then the decaying figure picked her up. It was of a woman. It had once had short hair but it was now mostly gone. Her rotting flesh had several scars and wounds and something in her breath smelled of booze. She wore a muddy brownish red dress that had been eaten away by moths and was covered in dirt and whatever else was oozing out of gaps in her rotting skin and eyes. On her head, she wore a golden flower crown that had yet to decay. "M-mom...?" Hazel asked. The zombie didn't appear to be listening. "M-mom I-its me... H-hazel!" she tried to speak but the zombie opened her jaw. Her breath smelled so strongly of booze mixed with rotting innards. The zombie grabbed hold of Hazel's head and she screamed. Just then, there was a loud thwang of a bow and both Hazel and the zombie dropped to the ground. Hazel had barely a moment to process when she heard three gunshots that made her cover her ears. She opened her eyes an saw none other than her Uncle Dewey holding a hand pistol shooting the zombie in the head. Hazel sat herself up and saw her aunt Webby had been the one to shoot the bow and was working on killing the other zombies as well. To her right she saw aunt Lena holding a purple book of spells. Lena opened it with confidence and started chanting. "et abiit immortui canino," she spoke with rigor. As her voice carried through the zombies started to cover their ears and they started walking back to their graves and reburying themselves. Well... The ones that weren't being shot in the head by Webby and Dewey. "Restitui venistis putrescunt inferos!" Lena snapped the book shut and all of them disappeared either into their graves, or laid on the ground with rotting brains lying about. And with that, it was over. Hazel took a moment to look around and again saw the body of her mother. She gasped and went to it. "Woah, kiddo you should step back," Dewey tried to stop her but Hazel shoved him away and looked at it. "Who is-.... Oh.... Oh no," Webby moved next to Dewey, quickly sending a text. Hazel stared into her mother's glossy yellow eyes. They were disgusting. Everything about her was disgusting. Nothing was beautiful. Nothing was what she expected. She was horrifying to look at, especially now that she had an arrow and several bullet wounds to the side of the head. Once her tears started they didn't end. She touched her mother's wrist and suddenly heaved over in uncontrollable sobs. Time and thoughts didn't happen. She just laid there on her knees weeping and sobbing until eventually she felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her and hold onto her tight. He told her it was going to be okay. He told her it was okay, but her fathers words did nothing to fix anything. Hazel sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, clinging onto her father like life or death. She didn't want to let go. She never, ever wanted to let go again. Not in a million years. Selena tried to say something but Webby stopped her. "Selena, you've done enough tonight. Go and wait in the car," Webby spoke with a dark and unfamiliar tone of seriousness. "But I-""Go. That's an order," Webby said. Selena stepped back. She glanced at her cousin, sobbing and shaking with fright, and knew she had to leave. So she walked away, her head low. On her way back she saw Lena chanting disappearing spells on the corpses as they vanished into thin air. Selena gripped the book tightly before tapping her aunt. Lena stopped and looked at Selena. "This is yours," Selena handed it back, but Lena didn't turn to accept it. "I'm not allowed to speak with you Selena," Lena said simply. "Wh-what?! They can't do that!" Selena was outraged. "Yes they can. They are your parents. Selena, what did you expect? I warned you over and over again to never perform magic without me and to never mess with the undead. Did you really think everything would just be okay after this?" Lena gripped her own book tightly. "I-I... I don't know w-what I expected..." Selena stepped back. Lena sighed. "Go to your car. Your dad is waiting," Lena still continued to not look at her. "...when will I be able to talk to you again?" Selena asked. Lena remained utterly silent, but the message got through. "O-oh... I-I.... I see," Selena felt a hot tear roll down her face. She wiped it away quickly. "I-its ok-okay. It'll be fine. I'll be fine," Selena wiped her other eye. "Car. Now," Lena said. Selena tried to look into her eyes but Lena turned away, but not before Selena saw a drop of water land on the book she was holding in her arms. Selena wiped her other eye again. "I'm so sorry," she apologized and set the book on the ground before quickly walking away and out the, and into the parking lot where Louie was waiting outside the car. "Selena," he straightened up from leaning against the door. "Dont," she snapped and walked right past him and walked all the way home by herself. It was long and she had never felt more afraid and alone in her life but she did it. She opened the front door wide and ignored her two younger siblings before going into her room, locking the door and broke down completely. She lied there and mourned. She mourned the loss of the greatest friendship she had ever known. She mourned the loss of her magic, the one thing that had truly set her free, and she mourned the loss of her aunt, the only woman she felt truly understood her. Gone. All gone. All because she threw it away. She threw everything she ever loved away. The thought made her cry more until there were no more tears left. Only the hollow and empty feeling that had replaced where her heart and love should have been, but there was nothing left to love, so instead it just remained hollow, and empty. Everything was gone. Nothing was left.