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One More Night (1)

Yanderes x Fem. Reader (Zombie Apocolypse AU)

Original Characters

Summary: After having a panic attack in a sniper tower in a highly dangerous military base, you meet two new people who will take you along with them during their journey of surviving in the zombie apocolypse. During your time with them, you learn of a trait they seem to share, one that makes it impossible for you to got away.

Warnings: A lot…, blood, gore, sexual themes, non-consensual things…

A/N: Overall, heavily based of off the game DayZ.

Nothing could beat this current situation for being the most terrifying moment in your life. An infected's rotted, pointed nails just barely grazed you're capris as your shaky hands tugged you up the ladder. The sniper tower's green paint was chipping off and the rungs had some rust on them, which made you glad you decided to keep the gloves you found despite how hard it was to write with them covering your fingers.

It took what felt like forever before you were finally able to curl up in a corner in the sniper tower, it's metal roof and sides shielded you from the setting sun and the group of infected groaning below you. You were barely able to take on one infected, let alone seven or eight aggravated ones.

The problem was–you didn't mean to shoot the gun. It was a complete accident, you only planned to inspect it–see it's condition, but instead the gun malfunctioned and blasted a hole in a green barrack bed, causing infected the swarm towards the sound. You dropped the gun, causing more noise, and took off towards a sniper tower for safety.

If you stayed quiet enough, the infected would soon leave you alone, however that was extreamly difficult when all you could do was sob and shake. Your breathing was uneven, your hands could barely grasp the canteen of water clipped to your messenger bag that was barely full, and your sight was so blurry it seemed as if you were looking through a water bottle.

You could barely hear the gunfire that erupted below the tower, but you could hear your heart rate increase until it was pounding in your chest, that's how you knew you were in trouble. If other survivors found you, you'd certainly perish, not only from embarrassment from your current state, but also from them just shorting you to loot the things you have.

There's not much important to most survivors in your bag, but to you, it was a gold mine. You had visited a library with the group you used to travel with, not even hours before this event, and found a ton of 'How To' books. You could only bring a few, so you chose the ones about medical, gardening, and cooking.

They were chosen for a reason, all to keep your reckless, idiotic friends alive, though they could never settle on a place so you had never opened the gardening book, but kept it just in case. Which you were glad of, now that you're a lone wolf survivor, you could finally find a place to settle down and begin a garden.

If you lived this, that is.

You could barely hear the mumblings of two men talking, and you certainly couldn't make out what they were saying. You heard something clank against the metal of the tower and held a hand over your mouth. Maybe they'd leave if you played dead? But that wouldn't save your things.

You quickly pulled out a pistol you kept strapped to your thigh, pointing it towards the ladder. It was more of an intimidation since you knew it wasn't loaded. How could it be when the only ammunition you found for it went to your old friends who were much better with guns than you were.

You used both hands to hold the pistol and let the fat tears slide down your cheeks and wet the collar of your long-sleeve shirt. The pistol shook with your hands while you were slumped against the wall of the tower.

When finally, someone emerged from the ladder and saw the pistol, he took out his own, facing it towards you. "Put it down." He spoke so calmly. With no hesitation, you let the gun fall to the floor with a loud clink from metal slapping against metal and curled into a ball on the cold floor. It was an uncomfortable contrast against your heated up body.

The person, a mask concealing the bottom half of his face, put his gun away and pulled himself up into the tower. He put a gloved hand on your shoulder and began running it up and down your arms in a comforting manner. Your sobs never seized.

Since you arrived in the tower, it had gotten significantly darker. Now, when it gets night, it's pitch black since no lights were ever on–you wouldn't even be able to see your hand if you held it right in front of your face.

The unknown man pulled you in and sat against the wall, pulling you onto his lap and against his chest. He pet your hair gently and rocked you in his arms. "It's ok, everything will be ok." He spoke quietly.

You didn't know why he didn't kill you, and why he instead decided to comfort you, and you didn't know where the other person you heard speaking went, unless that was all your imagination. But nonetheless, it didn't take long before you drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep in the arms of a stranger.