#zoe crick

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zombies run secret santa gift for @kelzebub featuring amelia and zoe, i was trying out something new with this one so i hope you like it :3

[kelzebub]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Zombies Run! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Zoe Crick/Amelia Spens Characters: Amelia Spens, Zoe Crick, Phil Cheeseman, Sam Yao, Runner Five, Janine deLuca, Kefilwe Lobatse, Bernard Prior, Maxine Myers, Paula Cohen, Sara Myers Cohen Yao, OCs, Jody Marsh, Peter Lynne Additional Tags: Christmas, Parody Summary:

Down to the wire and I stole the title from Rofflenet. It may change! Amelia is visited by some ghosts who have some things to say to her about Christmas. There are kittens at some point. It’s set in the near future but I tried to be vague to avoid any spoilers after season 8 or so. The spoilers that are included, you may not spot them if you read from an earlier season, since it’s a made up future!  This was what happened when I tried to write 5am fluff for my Secret Santa request. It barely has Sam or Five in it, and it's barely fluffy. They didn't want angst, so I tried to go light, but... well, it's based on A Christmas Carol, and set in the zombie apocalypse. It couldn't be helped! Hope you all like it! @runner5anna this is for you and also for @notforconsumption and @delucadarlingwriting (hope I’ve got those right!)

[pixeldinostorytelling]

i hate to admit it but i’m more invested in the cable crew’s road trip than the current main mission. i just want them to get what they need and come back so i can rescure more fake kittens for them

[runbookzombie]

Zombies Run S3M52 Shiver Me Timbers

I ran this mission on October 19th along the Potomac again. The temperature was quite warm and I enjoyed not having to bring a jacket.

Spoilers after the image below:

This is an AI-generated image of a box of biscuits with a note.

I’m so glad I don’t have to go back to sea. I was dreading having to follow the four Radio Cabel hosts to the yacht. I am kind of jealous of them though because they have the opportunity to read the final installment of the Laments of the World…. if I could have the chance to read the Winds of Winter and a Dream of Spring, I’d willingly join GRRM on his boat, if he has one.

It’s another sad moment coming to terms with our four radio friends possibly never returning to Abel. I miss them already.

Well, we got the secret note. I used google bard to decipher it. Thank you technology, right?

[crescentcampbell]

Just a Little Cheesy

Summary: Mabel moves in with Theo and enjoys perks like grilled cheese sandwiches and kissing in the kitchen.

A/N: I'm not sure what I think about this, but now I've gotten obsessed with Mabel and Theo being roommates and I can't let it go.

Everyone seemed to be happy. Oliver was happy with Loretta. Charles was happy with his show. And Mabel…

Mabel didn’t know what she was anymore. It was strange to think that she was happiest whenever her life was dealing with death and chaos and murder. After all, that was what kept the podcast going, wasn’t it?

It touched every part of her life. Every time she dated someone, there was always the chance they were the killer…and that, Mabel realized, was growing wearisome. She wanted someone she could trust. But it was hard when she was in the business of distrusting people.

But then…Theo happened. Like most things Theo did, when he offered to let her move in, it was so softly asked even in his gestures that she almost wouldn’t have noticed it. She didn’t want to impose or make Theo think of all of the bad things they’d gone through. “Are you sure you can handle it?” she asked him.

Theo only smiled. “Move in day is tomorrow,” he signed to her.

She was aware of every move she made because of the silence her first week at his apartment. The slamming of a door, the creaking of floorboards…

But there was something comforting about it. She was aware she was alive. Something that had been very hard to do since her teen years, since losing Zoe, Oscar, and Tim all in different ways. Before Oliver and Charles, it had felt like she’d been invisible almost.

Or maybe even dead herself.

Or at least half-way there.

Most people, Mabel suspected, would have been unnerved by the silence. But the silence comforted Mabel. It meant she was safe. Protected. Something she hadn’t been in a very, very long time.

Mabel had someone waiting for her to come home. And that was a novelty. Mabel had thought that maybe because of all of the death surrounding her, she was destined to be alone. But Charles and Oliver had proved that theory wrong.

But Oliver had moved on with Loretta. And Charles was busy with the show. They were still working on the podcast, but it wasn’t like how it had been before. They had their own things. And Mabel…

What did Mabel have, exactly?

The podcast, yes, but there was still something missing that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

One night, when she was up late editing, she looked up at the sound of a plate being put in front of her. Theo smiled at her, and signed, “You haven’t eaten all day.”

Mabel smiled at him. “Thanks. You didn’t have to…”

He waved it off, and went to go to the living room. Usually, he watched it just with the sound off, and the captions on. But the sound was on, and Mabel had taken that as an invitation to come join him.

She realized there was a crick in her neck. Her body was sore from sitting in the chair. She stretched, then glanced at the meal Theo had made for her. A simple, grilled cheese sandwich with a soda. Mabel shut down her computer then took the meal over to the couch where Theo was sitting.

They settled in, and watched an old re-run of Cold Case. Mabel ate the grilled cheese sandwich and coke, and maybe because it had been made by someone with love, but something about that meal was the best one she had had in a long time.

“Good?” Theo signed when she finished.

“Very good,” she signed back with a smile, “Thanks.”

He blushed a little, and Mabel found herself using his shoulder as a pillow. She didn’t even make it through the whole episode before she fell asleep. When was the last time she had fallen asleep on someone’s shoulder? She didn’t know. What she did know was, that Theo Dimas made the best grilled cheese she had had in a long time, he let her move in without hesitation, and didn’t find it at all weird that her hobbies were murder and her two best friends were two old men.

In the morning, Mabel woke up, with the intention of telling Theo…well, she didn’t know what she was going to tell Theo. But Theo wasn’t on the couch when she woke up. Instead, Mabel found a pillow under her head, and a blanket wrapped around her. Smiling to herself, she got up from the couch and went to look for him.

He was in the kitchen, cooking pancakes and eggs. There was already a cup of fresh coffee waiting for her next to his. She smiled, and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.

He jumped a little, but smiled when he turned to see her. He put the stove on low then turned around to look at her. “Sleep okay?” he signed.

Mabel nodded. “Yeah.” She studied him for a moment. When she had known him as a teenager, she’d been too wrapped up in Tim, while having a crush on Oscar at the same time, to give Theo a second glance. Their interactions had been minimal at best. The Arconia was a world of money and privilege that knew insiders from outsiders. Mabel had always felt a little bit like an outsider, even with her friends.

Theo, who had lived there, had sensed that about her, she thought. She remembered as a kid she’d sit out front reading and sometimes, he would be out there too. They wouldn’t say anything, but they’d sit in a comfortable, unacknowledged silence. Sometimes, she would smile at him in the elevator. She should have included him more. If only the others hadn’t been so afraid of Mr. Dimas, maybe they would have…

“Something wrong?” Theo signed when she didn’t say anything for a moment.

Mabel shook her head. “I should have noticed you sooner.”

He smiled softly at her. “Are you noticing me now?” he responded with his hands.

“Yeah, I definitely am,” Mabel told him. She reached up and ran hand through his hair. Theo grabbed hold of her wrist, and locked eyes with her. This was it, Mabel thought, this is what I’ve been waiting for.

He kissed her then, and Mabel kissed him back. Like they were in some, cheesy, roommates-to-lovers-romcom. And Mabel didn’t mind that one bit for a change. With Theo, she could handle cheesy.

[wellhalesbells]

for the wip tag game, i have questions and they are all about what Big Damn Neutrals could possibly be

Hahahaha. Okay, well, definitely it is a placeholder title and if you thought that sounds like Zoe's "Big Damn Heroes" quote from Firefly, you are correct.

I didn't come up with that until way, way later in the fic's progression because I had no idea that was going to end up being my answer until I got to it.

This is essentially a murder mystery fic. A complete AU where Derek and Laura never left New York and, instead, Stiles left Beacon Hills (and you can imagine what it would take for Stiles to have no ties to Beacon Hills, yeah?) and became their emissary. Derek is still his season one prickly, closed off self and so it's Stiles and Laura who bond and become friends, become family, and Derek who orbits that relationship. Then Laura is killed and Derek and Stiles have to investigate her death together, despite only really having animosity between them. Stiles because Derek never even tried to get to know him and Derek because Stiles took his sister away from him.

It's very slow going with this one because the atmosphere is so specific and it's not often I can get into the right headspace for it but, when I can, it's one of my absolute favorite things to work on! I love how adversarial and full of tension Stiles and Derek's relationship is in this one - right up my dang alley!

Snippet:

Derek slips off his mattress, lands on the floor with barely a sound.  Would’ve been none if he’d taken off his boots.

Hands are already wrapped around his biceps like a vice grip before he can even straighten up, his space encroached upon faster than should’ve been possible.  Fingers dig in harder and there would be bruises left behind if there could be.

“You don’t get to die,” Stiles hisses.

“I’m not planning to,” Derek snarls back, angry for no other reason than that it’s right there, at the ready.  It always is, has been.

“She wasn’t either,” twists out of Stiles’ mouth, even though they don’t know that.

That could’ve been Laura’s plan for all Derek can guess.  His big sister, always an enigma, smarter than him, faster than him, first to everything.

Even death.

The silence is rent by a sudden sound like stripping wood.  His head jerks, neck cricking, to find the comforter from his bed being tugged through a too-small opening in the slatted railing along the side.  Yanking down, pulling, like an invisible sailor hoisting up a net, tickling the hair on his arm, slithering to wrap around his wrist, bind him there.  He snaps his head back and now all he can see are Stiles’ eyes, bright and glowing like the moon outside the grime-encrusted window.  He fights off a cringe.  “Stop.  Now.”

The comforter goes limp instantly, puddles innocuously at his feet.  Stiles’ eyes are dark and unknowable, his worried face shadowed once again.  He pulls in a shaky breath, loosens his grip on Derek but doesn’t let go.  “You don’t get to do that.  You don’t get to fuck off without telling me anything, wondering if — if — fuck you for thinking I’d let that happen.  Next time I won’t sit here like some patiently waiting fifties’ housewife.  Next time I’ll rip this city apart, find you, and drop you off the first forty-storey I find.  Fuck you,” he reiterates harshly.

“Fine,” Derek says, less because he means it and more because he wants Stiles to shut up about it.

In truth, they barely know each other and clash more than peacefully coexist.  Stiles has been with them — with him, just him now — for five years but he had always been closer to Laura.  An employee to Derek, family to Laura.  He’s younger than Derek, more bullheaded, more alive than Derek’s been in years and maybe that’s why they never really mattered to each other.  For Stiles to pretend that anything else is true now… well.

Derek knows it’s because he’s just lost everything he had.  An orphan, with one friend who had up and disappeared on him years ago, when they found him.  Then Laura became everything he’d been missing.  And it’d seemed the same for Laura.  Stiles didn’t have anything but Derek left now.  That didn’t mean Derek mattered though; it just meant he was the last one standing.

Just like it didn’t mean that Stiles mattered to Derek either and Derek had thought, more than once, since Laura died: Good, now he can leave.

And then had to fight against the ensuing panic that thought inspired.

He understood it, even if he didn’t agree with his own reaction to it.  They were each other’s people by default, by a shared love for the very dead, very gone Laura Hale, and when you had nothing else, that became a thing worth clinging to.

Pack.  Or as close to it as they would ever get.

“Get into bed,” Derek snarls.

Stiles sighs and rubs a hand over his face.  He sidesteps Derek, drags the comforter along the floor without care, and Derek hears the whump of his flattened pillow joining it on the floor.  Stiles tosses both over the stripped bed, says to preempt whatever argument Derek might have, “I don’t do top bunk.”

Derek heaves out his own sigh, stripping off his jacket and knocking off his boots.  He sheds the socks too and gets into bed with Stiles.

They haven’t done this since the night they found her body.  It hadn’t been a decision then.  They’d been too broken to think, too broken to do anything other than shake and blink, tears silently streaming down faces and Derek had sat on her bed for a half-second before tearing it to pieces, shredding it, the bedding mounted up and destroyed and across the room in a fit of destruction and Stiles had flipped the mattress, long gashes rent down the center of it, pulled him down onto it and wrapped his arms around him, holding him as less of a comfort and more of a restriction, to stop him from destroying anything else.

Stiles doesn’t touch him tonight.  He rolls towards the wall, back to Derek while Derek scratches at the ridge of his eyebrow with his ragged thumbnail, flaking blood under what little is left of it, staring up at the dark bottom of the bunk above him, wide awake.

•

He opens his eyes to sharp sunlight, rays that’ve had time to hone themselves, coalesce, and start stabbing at strategic places in the apartment.  Like the backs of Derek’s eyelids.  The comforter around him is rumpled up, bunched in places from a restless sleeper.  Which he isn’t.  He frowns before it comes back to him.

Laura’s bed.

Stiles.

He’d woken up earlier in the pitch black with Stiles’ forehead pressed into the valley between his shoulder blades, breath a warm and reliable puff through his thin t-shirt, his hand clenched on the hill of Derek’s bicep, snagging him, pulling him back against him.

Derek hadn’t brushed him off.  Though it had given him a moment’s pause, strange without the swell of breasts between them, fingers digging and pulling him close to an unmistakably masculine chest.  But only a moment’s; he’d been asleep again minutes later.

Wip list is here!

[zrtranscripts]

Season 10, Mission 6: Extinction

Dead as a Dodo

~

[splashing footsteps]

ZOE CRICK: Thanks for coming with me, Five. Sorry it’s all drizzly and muddy. You don’t mind me just calling you Five rather than Canton Five, do you? Well, obviously not. That’s what I’ve always called you. It’s only... Since Abel Five and all the rest went missing, people have started getting a bit emotional about it.

I know Amelia’s been running you ragged. She’s been running herself ragged, too. I’m not even at Abel, and nothing feels right with all of them gone. Amelia says she’s going to find them, and let’s be honest, she always gets what she wants. But this time just seems different.

Brent Valmont wasn’t who I expected to hear from when Phil and I opened up the lines for a call-in today. Amelia says he’s a terrible person, which is incredible, coming from Amelia. But I don’t see how telling us about a lost shipping container full of rare animals could be part of some nefarious plot.

So I thought you and I could pick them up, Five. If they’re cute, maybe we can bring them in for the kids in our mental health support group. And if they’re not cute... highly unlikely. They’d have to be hissing cockroaches or something. Whatever they are, it’s going to be better than those otters we tried. I don’t think Sam will ever forgive us for the mess they made of his hoodie collection. Although it’s his own fault for being so lazy with his laundry.

Oh God, I really miss them. Hold on. How is it that time? Valmont said he’d get someone to meet us at the beach five minutes ago. I hope it’s Jody. I barely get to see her, now she’s in charge of Abel. Come on, Five. Race you! Only don’t go too fast because I’m not actually a runner.

~

ZOE CRICK: Look, Five, up ahead, leaning against that half-rotten rowing boat on the beach. It isn’t Jody. Much too tall. Actually, I don’t recognize her at all, do you? Hello? Are you from Valmont?

SLAVA: Hello. Yes, I am. You must be Zoe. Mr. Valmont didn’t say you’d be bringing company.

ZOE CRICK: Oh, yes. This is Canton Five. Five, this is... Someone whose name I don’t know, sorry.

SLAVA: Miroslava. It’s Slava to my friends. Great to meet you, Five. And you, Zoe Crick, First Lady of the UK.

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] First Lady? Wait. [sighs] Let me just enjoy picturing Amelia’s face if she heard that. There’s only room for one first in Amelia’s life, and that’s Amelia.

SLAVA: [laughs] You’re funny. Not what I was expecting. Not the way Mr. Valmont described.

ZOE CRICK: Oh. He told you about me, did he? I didn’t actually think he knew who I was until he contacted us earlier.

SLAVA: [laughs] Are you kidding? He calls you “Amelia’s little side piece.”

ZOE CRICK: Mm. Lovely.

SLAVA: Because you’re sleeping with his wife. They are still married, aren’t they?

ZOE CRICK: Yeah, I suppose. Technically. Amelia says a zombie apocalypse is as good as a divorce.

SLAVA: Come on. Let’s move. The shipping crate is that way.

ZOE CRICK: So uh, who exactly are you? I mean, what do you do for Valmont?

SLAVA: I’m his Chief Executive Operative.

ZOE CRICK: That’s one of those titles that could mean absolutely anything.

SLAVA: [laughs] You’re right! Come on. The shipping container is on a sand bar. When the tide comes in, whatever’s inside it will drown. Let’s run!

~

ZOE CRICK: There they are, Five. Look, they’re birds. Just two of them, waddling up and down the sand bar, looking distraught. The tide’s already coming in. We’ll need to wade to get to them.

[splashing footsteps]

SLAVA: They’re big. Must be 20, 25 kilo. I don’t recognize the breed.

ZOE CRICK: I think I do... but that would be ridiculous. [birds coo and honk] Five, look at those beaks. Are they – are they dodos?

SLAVA: I don’t see why not.

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] Because they’re extinct! This is so weird. I mean, awesome, obviously. Look at their cute fluffy faces! But what on earth are two dodos doing in a shipping container off the British coast? Never mind. Let’s just catch them first. Move nice and slowly, Five. We don’t want to spook them. [water splashes, bird honks] Oh my God! Slava, look out!

SLAVA: [shouts] Get off me, you disgusting thing!

ZOE CRICK: One on the left, Five! It’s trying to headbutt Slava.

SLAVA: Thanks for the assist, Five! Now hold it still while - [bird honks] Dammit! It’s going for Zoe’s leg with its beak.

ZOE CRICK: With its massive beak! Massive and actually quite sharp.

SLAVA: We have to get away from them.

ZOE CRICK: Oh my God, they’re chasing after us. The one on the left looks literally murderous. Why did no one ever tell me dodos were this aggro?

SLAVA: Oh well. We tried.

ZOE CRICK: What are you talking about? We’re still going to rescue them, even if they are absolutely horrible. Maybe we can let them chase us back to New Canton, then we can get more runners to help us round them up?

SLAVA: The things you Brits waste resources on.

ZOE CRICK: Not an animal lover, then?

SLAVA: They’re all just meat on legs to me.

ZOE CRICK: If you try to eat one of my cats, I would have to kill you.

SLAVA: Don’t worry. Not enough flesh on the bone, barely a mouthful. Mr. Valmont always says, “Make sure the prey is worth the hunt.”

ZOE CRICK: Oh no. Zombies heading our way. They’re all rotted and waterlogged. The flesh is falling off in lumps. We need to steer the dodos away from them.

SLAVA: Okay. Let the dodos almost catch us, and... Uh, yes. That’s it. Now speed up, but curve your run towards those rocks.

ZOE CRICK: It’s working. They’re following us, and I know the caves up ahead. They should bring us out between Abel and Canton. Come on, Five!

~

SLAVA: Almost at the caves, now.

ZOE CRICK: The dodos are still following us. Also, the zoms.

SLAVA: Those birds are fast! Weren’t they supposed to be slow and docile?

ZOE CRICK: Yeah, but our records come from the colonizers who eventually killed them off. Hardly unbiased.

SLAVA: [chuckles] That’s the beauty of winning. You get to write the history. Come on, into the caves. We should be able to lose the zoms in here.

ZOE CRICK: Those zoms aren’t letting up. We can’t seem to shake them.

SLAVA: Sure we can! You see that pothole up ahead? Wide and very deep.

ZOE CRICK: You’re not thinking of a McShell?

SLAVA: When in Rome.

ZOE CRICK: But I thought you weren’t meant to do them in odd-numbered groups.

SLAVA: Every rule was made to be broken. I’ll take the left-hand passage, you and Five take the right. I’ll meet you at the exit nearest to New Canton. No time to argue. Here they come! Go, go, go!

~

[splashing footsteps]

ZOE CRICK: Slava? Slava?

SLAVA: [radio crackles] Zoe, Five?

ZOE CRICK: Maybe the rock’s blocking her signal. Hopefully she’s made it through. Can you see the dodos, Five? I should have made sure they were following us. These caves are pretty twisty and turny, but I think the exit we want is at the end of this passage. Oh, that’s not good. The way out’s blocked by a huge rock. [struggles] It won’t budge. But that can’t be right! Phil and Layla were down here rockpooling the other day. They never mentioned this!

[zombies growl]

Oh, brilliant! Some of the zoms must have evaded the McShell. Oh, I knew we shouldn’t have tried it in a three! You heard me say that, right, Five? [water pours] Jesus, and now the water’s rising! Phil said these caves flood fast at high tide. Why am I only remembering that now? No. I refuse to survive the zombie apocalypse only to drown to death a few miles from my own front door! There should be another way out further down. Come on, Five!

~

ZOE CRICK: Five, I’m sorry. Can you give me a hand over this rock? I can’t feel my feet anymore. The water’s up to my waist. Why won’t it stop rising? I’m so sorry, Five. What a ridiculous way to die, chasing after 50-pound extinct birds. 50-pound extinct birds with, it turns out, awful personalities. Amelia’s going to be furious. I think... I think I want to call her now.

AMELIA SPENS: [static] Zoe, for the last time, we are not dressing up as Jawas for Halloween! If we must go as Star Wars characters, I’ll be Kylo Ren and you can be General Hux.

[ZOE CRICK laughs]

AMELIA SPENS: What’s up? What’s the matter?

ZOE CRICK: Know how you said I should never go on missions because I’m so rubbish at them?

AMELIA SPENS: I do recall. Where are you?

ZOE CRICK: Caves. Sea caves. I’m with Five. They’re filling up with water really, really fast.

AMELIA SPENS: [sighs] Sea caves is dazzling nonspecific. Where, exactly?

ZOE CRICK: Oh, um... Wait. I filed a mission plan with Nadia like you always tell me to. She’ll have a map.

AMELIA SPENS: [shouts] Jules, get a snorkel team prepped now. Coordinate with Nadia, she’ll tell you where to send them. Tell them to take two extra oxygen tanks. My idiot girlfriend is trying to drown herself. Go, now!

ZOE CRICK: You never call me that.

AMELIA SPENS: You’ll need to be my girlfriend if I’m going to play the grieving widow. Oh no, hang on. Life partner’s better. My life partner tragically passed away while for some reason prancing around a water hazard with my chief runner. That should be worth a few points in the polls.

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] Will you go into official mourning?

AMELIA SPENS: Black’s always suited me rather well, so yes. Zoe, why are you prancing around a water hazard rather than running a bath for me like I asked you to?

ZOE CRICK: You’re not allowed to be cross with me when I tell you.

AMELIA SPENS: I’m already cross with you!

ZOE CRICK: Dodos! I mean, we didn’t know it was dodos originally. Not that that would have made us any less likely to go. More likely, really.

AMELIA SPENS: Dodos?

ZOE CRICK: Valmont tipped us off about them.

AMELIA SPENS: Brent. Huh. Yes, I see. He would think it was funny, luring you to your death with an extinct animal.

ZOE CRICK: Can you... Can you tell Phil that I love him? I know I don’t say it enough, or really at all, but -

AMELIA SPENS: Zoe, stop being maudlin, you know I can’t abide it. I will get you out of this. [sighs] Five, you’re the professional, for heaven’s sake. Help her. We’ll be having words when you get back to New Canton.

ZOE CRICK: It’s not Five’s fault!

AMELIA SPENS: Save your breath. Just keep treading water, keep your arms and legs moving.

~

AMELIA SPENS: Five, Zoe, can you hear me? Zoe!

ZOE CRICK: I’m here. I’m here.

AMELIA SPENS: My scuba divers are 12 minutes out.

ZOE CRICK: Oh. Okay. So... How long after drowning can you resuscitate someone?

AMELIA SPENS: Up to 6 minutes.

ZOE CRICK: You were right. I’m such an idiot.

AMELIA SPENS: Don’t. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine! You’re only a target because of me. Sorry, Zoe.

ZOE CRICK: No. It’s all right. I always knew exactly what I was getting into with you, and I did it anyway!

AMELIA SPENS: More fool you.

ZOE CRICK: It’s been good though, hasn’t it?

AMELIA SPENS: I wouldn’t change a single minute, my darling. Except this one.

[explosion]

SLAVA: Zoe, Five?

AMELIA SPENS: What the hell was that?

ZOE CRICK: Slava, is that you? Amelia, the water’s draining. I think Slava’s blasted through the wall of the cave. We’ve got an escape route!

AMELIA SPENS: Who’s Slava when she’s at home?

ZOE CRICK: I’ve got to go. I’ll tell you when I get back. Amelia?

AMELIA SPENS: Oh, there you go. I knew you were making a big old fuss about nothing. I’ll see you both in New Canton. Expect a stern lecture! [radio clicks]

SLAVA: Zoe, Five, I’ve blown a hole in the cave wall. It’s about half a click down that tunnel. You need to get to it fast before the water refills.

~

[zombies growl]

SLAVA: Zoe, Five! Quick, into the Jeep before those zoms get you.

[door slams, engine revs]

ZOE CRICK: You’re a literal lifesaver. [bird squawks] Oh my God, and you got the dodos, too.

SLAVA: They found their own way out of the caves. Must have a better instinct for self-preservation than you.

ZOE CRICK: We thought you’d lost you there.

SLAVA: Ah, got turned around in the tunnels. Sorry for the radio silence. Guess my mic took a knock on the cave wall. I could still hear you, when you were uh, talking to Amelia. Used it as a locator beacon to find you.

ZOE CRICK: Oh, yeah. Um... I think I was losing it a bit.

SLAVA: It’s funny. Mr. Valmont says Amelia can’t possibly care about you at all, but that’s not true, is it?

ZOE CRICK: For certain definitions of “care.” When I first started seeing her, everyone thought I’d lost my mind. Especially Jody. Amelia framed her for murder once, and Jody’s never forgiven her. Which, to be fair, is pretty reasonable. But I suppose there must be a reason I’ve stayed with Amelia this long.

SLAVA: I like you, Zoe Crick. I think we should be friends. We can compare life lived in the shadow of great leaders.

ZOE CRICK: As long as you don’t mind me persuading you not to believe everything Valmont says.

SLAVA: [laughs] You can try. Come on. Let’s get you and Five back to New Canton. Amelia’s waiting.

~

[canon-asexual-poll]

Nomination Review: Jody Marsh/Runner Four from Zombies, Run!

Ahoy ahoy! Today I'm here to submit Jody Marsh (Runner Four) from Zombies, Run! Her asexuality was confirmed in the Season 6 Radio Clip: "It Never Came Up" which you can read here!

(I'm not sure where the official art is, I don't want to poke around for fear of spoilers, so I'm submitting a poster available on the merch website! I'm like 85% sure the blonde person on the right is Jody. Not entirely sure though. The artist of the poster is Azisa Noor!)

Verdict: Accepted.

Could someone please confirm which one's Jody?

[zombiesrunmusical]

@bos10blonde and @fiveneedsanap are Zoe and Phil in A Study in Ichor! ……did we mention that’s out now?

[runner5ive]

@zombiesmake round.... idk I think it's four for me? But like.... five? Six? Overall? Don't actually know if these two are canon oop

[crownleys]

My second Zombies, Make! fill! I used this as my prompt, wound up with a sketch that reminded me of Amelia and just rolled with it, because honestly the world needs more Amelia/Zoe, and wlws with swords. Thank you as always to my darling @puptart for running this!

[kelzebub]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Zombies Run! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Runner Five/Sam Yao Characters: Runner Five, Sam Yao, Maxine Myers, Janine deLuca, OC - Character Additional Tags: Hypothermia, Natural Disasters, Frostbite Summary:

When a massive blizzard incapacitates Abel and surrounding townships, it's up to Five to brave the elements and reach New Canton. Christmas will just have to wait.

Complete! The fluffy, cozy final chapter is up. Very, very late. Merry late Christmas.

[pixeldinostorytelling]

I just love Phil and Zoe so much. They’re so great. Zoe just wanted to help kittens and Phil got a form signed for me!

In related news, running is much easier when you’ve been eating well. Shaved off a whole minute in my average pace from yesterday to today!

[runbookzombie]

Zombies Run S3M24 The Road Goes Ever On and On

I ran this mission on July 28. Did so in the early morning to avoid the heat but it was already quite hot.

Spoilers after the image below:

This is an AI-generated image of a van in the mud.

Why did this mission make me so sad? The goodbyes as well as the CD I got from Jack and Eugene after the run made me want to cry.

Are they going to be gone forever or will they come back eventually? I hope they will return one day. I have on occasion found their bickering annoying but I also enjoyed their humor.

They are the hobbits leaving the shire on a huge mission. Maybe that’s why I feel sad about it. We just don’t know what’s gonna happen to them on their way to wherever.

[friedheartsalad]

Phil: I drink to forget but I always remember. Zoe: You're drinking orange juice.

[incorrectzombiesrun]

Phil: You call yourself a friend, but where were you when my video got only four likes?

Zoe: making four accounts bro

Phil: b r o