#zombies storyline

[themintman]

ough more zombie Nurm for y'all.. fun little outfit for his adventures hehe 😋😋

[crimeronan]

i've downloaded zombies run & i'm three missions in & enjoying it so far, but it's also so Tragically and Hilariously clear how much this story was written in 2012. and how it was also less interested in subverting genre expectations than making you move your body (very fair!! given that that's what the game is designed for!!)

the two most egregious things in these first three eps are:

1. i was paired for a run with a coughing woman who insists she "just has a bad chest cold," and even though the camp supervisor firmly establishes that coughing is THE FIRST SYMPTOM of an infection, i'm instructed to go out running alone in the wilds with this lady. who's coughing. so much.

she keeps being like "it's just a cold 💕" while refusing to let anyone examine her and i'm like. YOU GUYS DONT HAVE QUARANTINE PROCEDURES?? PUT HER ASS SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM THE REST OF US?? DUDE??

2. it's then established that everyone at the camp is suspicious of me because other camps nearby have been torched after being visited by shady-ass secret-keepers very similar to myself. but i'm still allowed to roam around and do supply runs like it's nothing. the NPCs just mutter mutinously about me and make allusions to how i'm gonna get everyone killed.

PUT MY ASS IN QUARANTINE?!?!? DON'T LET ME LEAVE WITHOUT ANSWERING QUESTIONS??? WHAT???? YOU GUYS HAVE GOT TO GET A GRIP?!?!?!

the lack of quarantine, safety, and hardass procedures would be excusable if this was a hippie commune or solarpunk future or whatever, but it is Not. this is an AMC's walking dead style deal where the only people more dangerous than the zombies are the non-zombies.

so i'm like.

YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE LAST RUGGED BASTION OF HUMANITY. WHAT ARE YOU DOIIINGGG.....

[leg0sbian]

i love not keeping up with the cod zombies lore. sitting here like oh the fruity little german is back how delightful

[callsign-bunnie]

First Meeting (Teeth and Skin) 1

Rodolfo: Wow, Soap is really stoic. He's not even flinching while I wrap and splint his broken arm. I wonder why

Soap: If I move even an inch, this scary bastard might snap and kill me. Oh god, I am so terrified

[cloudl00ps]

It's like 2am rn,, I give yall this

[thezombieprostitute]

For the character asks! Hummingbird!Steve + Best places to kiss on their body 🤭

Ask is based on this post.

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Along his jugular. Steve has lived a very dangerous life so touches around his neck get immediate reactions. He even has to tie his own ties, and even his tailor has to let Steve measure his own neck. No one else can do it because he can't let anyone so close to such a vulnerable spot.

So when Hummingbird lays a gentle kiss there it activates his nervous system. A kiss along his neck is such a foreign feeling to him but it provokes an immediate response and heightens his adrenaline. It takes some time but he starts associating her kiss on his neck with safety. They've learned that the best way for her to tell him he's safe, he's okay, he's home, is to kiss his neck, near the jugular.

[gilbirda]

I wish I could bottle the huge amounts of obvious contempt video essayists have when covering topics you can tell they dislike/hate

like. no shade. I get that sometimes making content is what brings the money and eventually you run out of topics that you are passionate about and end up doing videos about things you are indifferent to or even don't like

but like

dont?

maybe don't.

because audience can tell you did the minimum amount of research, you can't help but paint everything as negative; and, for sarcastic essayists, you make fun of something instead of being funny.

[ohfugecannada]

So did anyone else hear about that new Marvel Zombies book?

[jesmeraki]

Drew this based off this audio from 44:20-44:26 because i love the silly little convos these two have

[seefasters]

people making all those body-switching drink spiking memory altering theories when its so much easier to admit you felt like the writing wasn't that good this season. knowing a thing is mid and still enjoying it is so freeing try it sometime

[loafaethernaut]

Y’all subverting our expectations is one of Treyarch’s favorite storytelling tropes. Other than times that the MWZ storyline has been VERY specific about events that happened (such as Grey and Maxis both being Ava Jansen’s Moms) I’m not really gonna make any concrete assumptions about what will or won’t happen in the next Black Ops game (other than VERY grain-of-salt theorizing).

Making this post because I’ve seen complaints about MWZ “spoiling” things for the next Black Ops game (such as the deaths of the Requiem Crew and Samantha Maxis’ lack of any known whereabouts) and I’m just like. There is an entire game’s worth of context missing every time MWZ talks about the DA storyline and I think we should all just remember that.

Misleading the audience on the DA storyline because we all tried to fill in the gaps ourselves using knowledge from CW and MWZ sounds like an VERY Treyarch-like thing to do.

[darkhazard19]

That mood when you wanna write a fic about armyhorse or Zari interacting with the others (being Nik, Takeo and Richtofen) but dont have a concrete idea of what exactly you want the fic to be about

Yall got any ideas or requests you would like to see me write? 😭😭

[griffincastle]

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[callsign-bunnie]

First Meeting - Chapter 3 - Soap’s POV [Teeth and Skin]

Rodolfo scared the shit out of Soap, he wouldn’t lie. Not because Rodolfo was too particularly intimidating, more just because Soap didn’t feel like he could predict anything the man would do! 

Like, that morning, when Ghost had asked if Rodolfo wanted to explore the nearby buildings and grab supplies. Soap had almost laughed, expecting Rodolfo to say no. But, Rodolfo had said yes. To be fair, Rodolfo had looked just as shocked by his statement as Soap had no doubt everyone felt. Alejandro had looked pleased but… Soap had only felt worry.

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“How did you say it broke again?” Soap asked Alejandro, referring to the radio.

Alejandro looked up at him, blinking a few times. He appeared to be doing slightly better, but Soap could tell his fever was slowing his brain process. Soap had very very briefly considered just putting the poor man out of his misery and shooting him but… He knew that wouldn’t be smart. Maybe Alejandro would appreciate it, but… Ghost was right.

Rodolfo was too big of a potential threat for Soap to risk that. Soap wasn’t sure he wanted to find out exactly what would happen. So, he kept Alejandro alive, occasionally checking on him.

Alejandro closed his eyes and then shook his head before answering. “Right. Uh…” But then he was right back to blank staring.

Soap frowned and moved over to him, feeling his forehead. Fuck. It felt like a hot stove. He pulled his hand away and shook his head. 

Finally Alejandro shook it completely off. “It didn’t. It just… stopped working.”

“Ah.” Soap nodded, sighing. “I see.” He went back to the desk and continued to mess with the radio, finally managing to pop it open. “These are fucking old.”

“Have to be.” Alejandro groaned and Soap glanced at him, seeing that he was settling down into a laying position. “You don’t need me for a bit, do you?”

“No, not really.” Soap sighed, deciding to let him sleep. “Sleep well.”

“I’ll try.” Alejandro chuckled before turning his head to the side and closing his eyes. 

Soap shook his head and turned back to the radio, starting to examine over it. He didn’t want to fully take it apart since he didn’t have a manual. He wondered why the radios had to be old. He assumed it had to do with towers and electricity. Older radios wouldn’t require much but they also didn’t get the same range… 

Soap shook his head and continued to look over the radio. As he examined over it with his eyes, he found his mind wandering to Ghost. He wondered how Ghost was doing with Rodolfo. 

Rodolfo scared the shit out of Soap, he wouldn’t lie. Not because Rodolfo was too particularly intimidating, more just because Soap didn’t feel like he could predict anything the man would do! 

Like, that morning, when Ghost had asked if Rodolfo wanted to explore the nearby buildings and grab supplies. Soap had almost laughed, expecting Rodolfo to say no. But, Rodolfo had said yes. To be fair, Rodolfo had looked just as shocked by his statement as Soap had no doubt everyone felt. Alejandro had looked pleased but… Soap had only felt worry.

He didn’t like how unpredictable Rodolfo was. In another life, Soap was sure they would have been friends but… not in this one. Soap wanted to help these two, but… that was it. He wasn’t going to put his back to either of them. 

He wished he could get Ghost to understand that. This wasn’t a blind trust thing, it was an empathy thing. It was a “I would hope they’d do the same for us thing”. And… Soap was sure Alejandro would, at least. Maybe not Rodolfo, but Soap didn’t take that one personally. 

Whatever Rodolfo had gone through had hardened him to everyone else. It had made him unable to trust kindness or have a want to help anyone but Alejandro. Ghost was the same. Maybe that was why Ghost seemed to almost empathize with him, even if he didn’t seem willing to admit it. 

Soap shook off all of these thoughts and turned back to the radio, deciding to just take the plunge and pop the back off of it. It was broken, anyway, so it wasn’t like it could really hurt anything. Once he got the back off of it, he started to poke around. He really wished he had another to compare it to, but… He rolled with it, just looking for anything that seemed… wrong.

Well, actually, he found it rather quickly. A pin looked to be bent out of shape, likely just from wear and tear. He chuckled, now nervous of the reaction he was going to get when he revealed that to Rodolfo. 

Regardless, he went out into the rest of the store, getting a strong pair of tweezers from the medical section. He did stop at the book section, finding a comic book that was printed in English. Huh. He grabbed it, not recognizing the superhero on it. But, he did recognize the company as a smaller one that appeared to be trying to get off the ground. Or… had been. 

Soap tucked the comic book under his arm and found some food. For the first time since they’d arrived, he found himself thinking about the zombies on the front of the building. He needed to ask Rodolfo about those. Did he put them there or were they already there when they got there?

He had a feeling Rodolfo put them there and it honestly just added to Soap’s healthy fear of the man. He wondered if Alejandro knew about them. But… fuck if it wasn’t brilliant. Even now, the biters completely ignored the doors, just wandering past. 

Soap went right up to the windows and none of them even acknowledged him. He looked across the street, seeing Rodolfo and Ghost were on the top of a building. Rodolfo looked pissed, gesturing as he walked away from Ghost and then he was dropping. Soap assumed it was down a roof hatch.

Soap furrowed his brows. God, Ghost really just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he? He shook his head and finally went back to the manager’s office, sitting back down on the seat and using the tweezers to set the pin back. Immediately, the radio started to crackle and Soap grinned, putting the back on and securing it.

Hell yeah. He turned it to a random radio station, landing on 141. “This is John Price, reaching out about a distress signal sent 14 days ago. We are-”

“Hold on,” Soap immediately spoke into the radio. “Are you the John Price??” He asked, recognizing the name. That was the man who’d passed him for the SAS. Fuck, that was… five years ago!

“The one and only.”

“Sweet steaming jesus! You probably don’t remember me,” Soap got excited, perking up. “My name is Johnny Mactavish. You passed me for the SAS!”

“Bloody hell. It’s a small world. What the hell are you doing in Mexico, Soap?”

Soap’s chest poked out at the immediate use of his nickname. “I was on Vacation when all of this shit happened. What about you, sir?”

“My sergeant-” “Hello.” “-and I were investigating a mexican cartel, ran by a man named Roba.”

“Wait.” Soap frowned. Ghost had mumbled that name several times in his sleep. “Did you say Roba?”

“I did.”

“Odd.” Soap frowned, not responding over the radio. He glanced to make sure Alejandro was still asleep. “Anyway, you said you were responding to a distress call. It doesn’t happen to be for a Rodolfo Parra, right?”

“It does.”

“Fuck. Well, you’re a little late, Captain.”

“Damn. We’re still gonna come by, anyway. See if we can offer aid.”

“You got medical supplies, sir? Also, um… just a warning, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra is um… a bit unhinged.” Soap chuckled. “Thought I’d let you know, just in case.”

“Thanks for the warning. And, yes, we do. Not much, though.”

Soap sighed, doubting they had anything better than they did. Oh well. “That’s alright. About how many hours away would you say you are, sir?”

“Three, if I had to guess.”

“Alright.” Soap nodded. “I await your arrival.”

There was no response, but Soap hadn’t particularly been expecting one. He just shook his head and turned the radio on, glad that he’d managed to fix it. He was quite proud of himself, honestly. He was going to be riding that dopamine high for a while. 

So, in order to reward himself for being a good boy and fixing the radio, he opened his comic book, sat back, and started to read. 

He was startled, a bit later, by Rodolfo just bursting into the office. He didn’t even greet Soap, just went straight to Alejandro and checked on him. Soap couldn’t find it in himself to be offended, though, since he’d figured out Rodolfo’s priorities by then.

Instead, Soap got up and went over to Ghost, asking if they found anything important. He tilted his head when Ghost held out a box of chocolate bars, before smiling a little. “You got these for me?”

“You mentioned liking chocolate, once. From what little Spanish I’ve picked up… I think some have coffee in them.” Ghost nodded. “It looks like others have caramel and some have nuts.”

Soap shook his head. Ghost was a giant fucking softie under his scary get up. He didn’t know how anyone found him too particularly intimidating. Sure, could he probably kill Soap with one punch? Yeah. But, here he was, sheepishly offering Soap sweets because Soap mentioned liking them. “You get me anything else?” He joked.

“No… Did you want something else??” Ghost looked almost panicked and Soap quickly reassured him that he had not, smiling when Ghost relaxed.

Soap looked over when he saw Rodolfo stand and turn to him. “Has he been awake at all today?”

Soap frowned. “He was awake and aware just hours ago…” He answered, remembering Alejandro and his very brief conversation about the radio. “Why?”

“Roach needs to hurry the fuck up.” Rodolfo muttered. “He’s progressing. He needs actual fucking medicine. Not someone else’s fucking penicillin prescription.” He turned back to Alejandro, crouching again and touching over him.

Soap shared a glance with Ghost. “Roach should be here, soon… But, I mean, what else can you really give him besides penicillin?” He couldn’t think of anything else Rodolfo could do. As far as Soap was aware, he was doing everything he could.

“Penicillin just fights the infection, but it can only do so much! He needs hydration, food… Real food, not this prepackaged shit.” Rodolfo suddenly stood and then he rounded on Soap, who quickly backed up. “His body needs to be strong, everywhere else, in order to be able to fight the infection. I can get him the strongest fucking dose out there, but it’s not going to do shit if he’s already half fucking dead!” His voice rose as he got up close to Soap.

Soap had hit the wall and he had nowhere else to go and for the briefest moment, he genuinely feared that Rodolfo was about to snap. However, a moment later, Ghost was between them, placing his hand on Rodolfo’s chest and pushing him back.

Soap watched, barely breathing, as Rodolfo glared up at Ghost, defiance in his eyes. But, then Rodolfo was moving away from them. “I can do other things, too,” he muttered and Soap let out a breath. “I can keep it properly clean, too. He got an infection because I can’t keep the wound sterile here. So… the penicillin is just… fighting multiple rounds of the same threat over and over again. Also, I plan on giving him something way stronger than penicillin. There are stronger antibiotics.”

Soap hesitated and then sighed, starting to see Rodolfo for how deeply terrified he was. “I… I didn’t know that.” He admitted, trying to keep his tone peaceful. Calm. “The few times I’ve had an infected wound, I was… Unconscious. So, I didn’t really get to see the process.”

Ghost hadn’t moved, just watching Rodolfo. Soap did touch his arm to reassure him that he was fine. 

Rodolfo looked away from them, sighing. “I get it. But, my chances of any of this even being worth it are shortening by the fucking minute.”

“Could you… temporarily sterilize the wound?” Ghost spoke up. “It won’t last, obviously, but…”

“I mean, yes. That’s what I do every time I clean it. How… how are both of you alive??” Rodolfo looked between them.

Soap blinked, surprised. Oh, he just assumed sterilizing the wound and cleaning it were different. “Um… I mean, I just kind of do what I learned in training.” He looked over, seeing Ghost looked just as embarrassed as Soap felt.

“Clean wound, stitch deep ones, it’s sort of… I don’t know, you don’t really need to know the specifics, just… the steps.” Ghost gestured, wincing. “Splint broken bones.”

Rodolfo just blinked at them and then he was pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you know why you splint bones?” His tone said that he already knew the answer to that.

Soap laughed, nervously. “I think they explained it in training, but I didn’t pay attention.” He’d admit to that. He paid attention to everything but the medical part. He could patch up wounds and that was enough.

“I think they explained it in training, but I didn’t pay attention.” Soap shrugged. 

Rodolfo sighed. “Soap’s arm is splinted because it sets the bone back in place. You need the bone to be sort of straight for it to heal properly. Have you also noticed it hurts less when you use it?”

Soap blinked and looked at his arm, realizing it actually did hurt a lot less. So much less, in fact, that he honestly barely noticed it. “Yeah, actually, it does!

Rodolfo stared at him and then he shook his head. “The splint basically acts as a fill in support while the bone heals as well. Neither of you paid attention when that was explained?”

Soap shook his head, wincing again. Rodolfo’s eyes moved to the ceiling, where they remained until Rodolfo just sighed and turned around, going back to Alejandro. Then, Soap watched as he just moved and sat on the ground, putting his head back against the wall.

Soap kind of felt bad, now. Rodolfo looked… so exhausted. Soap went to the desk, hoping the news might make it slightly better. “I um… I fixed the radio.” He said, grabbing it and then going and holding it out to Rodolfo. “There was a pin out of place.”

Rodolfo blinked and then stared at the radio. “That's it?!” He practically snatched the radio, gripping it between his hands.

Soap cringed and winced back. Ah, so the news had not made it better. He watched Rodolfo close his eyes and take deep breaths, and then all three were perking up as they heard a truck approach. 

Soap wondered if it would be John Price or Roach… Well, he supposed they just had to go and find out. So, he turned and followed Rodolfo and Ghost out. Sure enough, it wasn’t a military truck, instead it was a jeep.

And then John Price, in the flesh, was getting out of it, along with another young man around Soap’s age. Soap couldn’t help glancing to Rodolfo, making sure he wasn’t going to blow up, but then he realized he couldn’t find Rodolfo. 

He’d just disappeared.

[fr-3-aksh-0-w]

Feral zombie girl core that is an absolute menace to humanity, is obsessed with eating her kills, pets, collecting things and only trusts one person in the entire planet and is their absolute feral puppy girl who can rip people to shreds in a second if not fed enough.

[writer-of-various]

Another Lorax meme ft. Zombie Storyline

I might make a few more of these, what do you wanna see next?