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yawnderu · 6 months

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Living Dead Man - Zombie!Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

What is a husband but a man with a rotting body you can barely recognize?

CW: body horror, gore, tongue kiss with a dead man(?), is she wrong? morally, angst with a happy ending.

You examine the man as if he was under a microscope, milky white eyes staring back at you with the same intensity they always did. His balaclava was ripped off halfway, revealing a dislocated jaw, the bits of skin you could see while he was wearing his uniform were now all mangled up and pale, a contrast to the surprisingly soft skin Simon had before.

''Don't bite me.'' You warn and the zombie simply lets out a grunt in response. It has been a week since he turned, and it took hours of convincing the rest of the 141 to let you keep him— with the pretext that you could use him to try and find a cure, and maybe that was true. There was nothing you wanted more than to find a cure and turn your husband back to who he used to be. So far, nothing was working.

''I'm going to draw some blood, okay? It might sting a little bit.'' Your tone is gentle and so are your hands, carefully lifting off his uniform sleeve to reveal his forearm, needle penetrating one of his protruding veins until the blood collection tube was full of his dark, purple blood. You removed the needle, grabbing a cotton ball and taping it with medical adhesive tape. You sigh as you put down the materials, sitting down in front of your former husband... does it count as former if he's not completely dead?

''I miss you a lot...'' You start, speaking to him the same way you have been doing ever since he went nonverbal, unable to speak due to the zombification and broken jaw. Based on the grunts and the way he looks at you, you convinced yourself he can understand and knows who you are.

''I'm trying hard to find a cure. I mean, I like to believe I'm sort of close... but I don't know if it'll do much since the necessary organs are already decomposing. I'm sorry, I feel like I failed you.'' Your voice is strained as your gloved hands hold his, tears rolling down your cheeks as you silently sob, bringing his hands to your face and giving his knuckles soft kisses, the same way you did back when he was alive.

''I don't think I can go on without you, Si... I don't want a life without you.'' Your heart breaks more when you hear a soft grunt, a noise you became familiar with, the same sound he made before, comforting you when he knew you were down. Your head snaps up and you can see a small tear roll down his pale cheek, your eyes open wide as you bask in on the discovering.

''So you are sentient to some degree.'' Fuck Element 115 and fuck the zombie who bit your husband, the bastard is sentient! A scoff of disbelief escapes your lips as you smile up at him. You may not have a cure yet, but at the very least, he's not fully gone. Your hands gently caress his decomposing cheeks, testing the waters as you slowly lean closer.

Closer...

Closer, until your lips are touching his bloodied, decomposing mouth, the broken jaw forcing you to have an awkward angle to make it work. His mouth parts slightly and you take the chance to slip your tongue inside, holding in your breath to not throw up at the smell of his rot. Surprisingly, you feel his cold tongue wrap around yours weakly, his poor attempt to kiss you with the little control he has of his motor skills. You break away for a second to take a deep breath, hands cupping his cheeks while you look deep into his eyes.

''I love you. I wish... things were different. I heard they'll bomb the entire country to get rid of the evidence of the virus.'' A small chuckle escapes your lips as he simply stares at you, tears blurring your sight while you lean your head on his shoulder, tears rolling down your cheeks while you try to stay quiet.

''I don't know what to do, Si... There's really no hope. Even if I found a cure for you, we don't have access to any planes to get out of here, and any neighboring country would kill you if they see you.'' You feel cold hands attempting to hold your waist and you look up just to find he was already looking down at you. Perhaps you're that delusional, but you could swear his milky white eyes softened. You try your best to put on a small smile, even if it doesn't reach your eyes.

''At the very least... we're together. I'll see you in the next life, my love.'' He grunts softly in response and you let out a soft laugh. You ignore the panicked screams ringing through the base, closing your eyes as your forehead rests against Ghost's, one last display of love before the bomb hits, wiping out of everything you ever loved.

''Hey.'' You call out softly to your colleague, holding a skull glove that slipped out of his uniform. He turns to look at you for a few seconds, his expression unreadable even when he remains unmasked.

''Earth to Simon?'' You tease, waving the glove around for a few seconds before he gently takes it from you.

''Thank you... Stray, was it?'' He asks, one of his thin blond eyebrows raising slightly as he looks down at you. You nod your head, offering him a warm smile. You were just introduced by Captain Price, yet it feels like...

''Do I know you? You look familiar.'' A small smile is seen on his lips before he looks away, trying to keep his emotions in check. He thinks about his answer for a few seconds before it all hits you. He's...

''Ghost?'' You ask, tears rimming your eyes as soon as he nods, his arms wrapping around you tightly while he holds a hand on the back of your head, not wanting to let you see the tears escaping his eyes as well.

''Found you, love.'' A second chance at life with him.

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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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Eat Your Heart Out

Yandere!Zombie Horde x Male Reader

Cw: Apocalyptic world, nsfw, mention of death, dub-con, poly relationship, gangbang (yup uhuh this is happening)

A terato request by @xweirdo101x, hope you like it! (*´∀`*)/

💀 You don't remember the last time 'normal' was the norm in your life. Bustling streets became barren and gigantic cities were nothing but ruins and hot spots for survivors or whatever monsters ruled the surface now. Ever since the start of the virus outbreak, the world fell apart into something out of an apocalypse movie, where the only rule was survived and pray the infected doesn't find you.

💀 You could remember however, how this all started. not only was it because of a virus, but it was man-made. It was supposed to be humanity's saving grace, a way to cure all ailments and boost the abilities of whoever took it, but it turned out to be a horrific world-destroying disease that ruined the mind of everything it infected. Humans, animals, plants, almost everything mutated into mindless, bloodthirsty monsters.

💀 You winced at the memories of seeing the news on tv, the sight of people running and screaming from infected, their snarls echoing in your mind as the memory of seeing your friends die in front of you one by one flashed in your mind. You groan, knowing how hopeless it was in this world, but your will to live was too strong.

💀 Living in the ruins at was your town isn't so hard, there was always food to scavenge for in the old mall which you lived in, and you were the only one left to your knowledge so there was no competition for supplies.

💀 Although there was a tiny problem...

💀 A small horde of zombies decided to take residence in the mall as well. Unlike their movie counterparts, they weren't heaps of rotting flesh but pale-looking creatures that looked like they didn't eat in days, albeit with bits of their flesh missing but nothing too gross. They still moaned and groaned but at least they didn't smell from a mile away. At first you were very weary of them, but after a certain encounter, you found out they never seemed to be interested in attacking you.

💀 They were surprisingly docile, only getting aggressive at other monsters that wandered in the mall.

💀 You didn't know the virus mutated once again, allowing certain infected to regain a bit of their consciousness.

💀 The horde met each other through wandering aimlessly before bumping into one another, they formed somewhat of a pack or group of sorts, knowing they were all different from the rest of the monsters that infested the world.

💀 You noticed the horde would be around wherever you went, the food court, the arcade, the cinema, it was like they were following you.

💀 Although they never tried to eat you at first sight, you still didn't want a fight with an entire horde, so you avoided them whenever, much to their dismay.

💀 You would then see one of two of them follow you around. You'd be spooked for a bit before realizing they would copy anything you did. You jumped and yelped and the zombie following you would do the same.

💀 The zombie would coo and purr at you, sniffing at the air like a lost pup. You hesitantly put down your weapon and walk closer to him. You get out a soft 'hello' and the zombie gurgles out a 'hi' back, making you utterly astonished, taken aback by the zombie's intelligence.

💀 Ever since then you would study the horde and their behaviors. They all had different personalities which intrigued you further. You decided to give them names as you couldn't just call them 'zombies' all the time.

💀 One with the flesh from his right arm missing was named 'Screw' because of his tendency to collect shiny bits and bobs from the ground of broken objects. He was shy but loved to show you the things he's collected.

💀 Another had parts of his ribs showing, but surprisingly nothing inside was named 'Ribs' as he fiddled with his most of the time. He was curious and a bit hyper, always wandering the most and the fastest among them.

💀 One, which was probably the smartest, had only one eye, which he could move from one socket to the other by tilting his head was 'Soda' because he had the quirk of copying you eating or drinking. One time he copied you drinking a bottle of soda pop and he gurgled in happiness over the fizzy taste. He knew what certain things were if you told him and he recognized objects in pictures like dogs or planes, things you haven't seen since the first wave.

💀 The last and most likely the leader was named 'Bo' as he had a dog tag on him, probably from serving the military when he was human. Despite his stomach being missing he was weirdly strong, always protecting the rest of the horde when there were monsters that were more aggressive than most.

💀 You and the horde quickly grew a bond, sometimes they even found food for you or protected you from danger or even other zombies. You never knew what drove them to be so protective, but you were happy you didn't have to live alone anymore.

💀 You noticed the horde being more affectionate, being found wandering closer and closer to where you usually stayed. You figured it was because they were so close to you until one managed to make its way into the boarded-up store you lived in.

💀 It was Screw looking through your clothes, sniffing and rummaging your shirts and underwear, you remember they relied on smell a lot and assumed he wanted to look for you and followed your scent into your home.

💀 Unbeknownst to you, they were absolutely in love with you. They came to the mall for refuge and found something much better, a lovely little mate to call theirs, one soft and squishy and warm and very very tough, something that is important when surviving in the wastelands. The times where you would touch them whether it was a light brush on their hands or pats on their shoulders of heads were the best. Your warm body making contact with their cold, dead ones.

💀 The horde had enough of you hiding and running away from them all the time, playing a teasing game of cat and mouse with them, they wanted to take care of you don't you see? They won't hurt you! You're their little mate!

💀 Bo sent Screw to track you as he was always the one to follow you around back when they first came to the mall. He followed your scent to a small hole that was hidden behind a dumpster. He crawled inside and was hit with the most powerful smell of your sweet scent he could ever encounter. He coos, knowing he found your little nest.

💀 The others were standing by the dumpster, waiting for a signal from Screw that the area inside was safe for them to enter. Meanwhile you were trying your best to shoo Screw out, scared that he might hurt himself with all the delicate objects and weapons you kept in your home.

💀 Ribs heard your voice and gurgled happily, quickly crawling inside, Bo and Soda going in after him.

💀 You finally got a purring Screw in your hands as you spot the others entering your home through one of the entrances you made. You feel your eye twitch as you try to process what was going on.

💀 Screw was happily cooing in your arms as Soda limps over to you smiling and chittering, his hands on your arms as Bo curtly moves closer to you like a guilty puppy.

💀 You then notice you didn't see Ribs and you turn around as you're tackle-hugged to the ground by the zombie along with Screw, the two of them cuddling and rubbing themselves on you as you try to wriggle out of their hug.

💀 Soda leans down beside you three as Bo does the same, the four undead men now cooing and purring all over you.

nsfw under the cut !!

💀 You try to calm them down until you feel Soda's cold breath on your neck. You shudder as he licks and bites on your sensitive skin, leaving hickies and marks on your neck and shoulders.

💀 Screw sees Soda giving you affectionate bites and cups your face to kiss you. You try to get him off you, but he gripped your thigh in response to your resistance.

💀 Bo claws and grabs at your crotch area as Ribs held your hands, kissing and nuzzling into them lovingly. You let out a moan from all the stimulation and you feel your cock twitch from under your pants. Bo chitters at the tent that has formed and rips off your pants as easy as unwrapping a present.

💀 Your cock springs up as precum runs down from your tip. Bo purrs and brings his mouth to your member, his tongue swirling around it as you feel the purrs in his throat from the taste he's feeling.

💀 Never have you previously considered letting their mouths near you, but now you couldn't help but find pleasure in them kissing and licking you so lovingly, like their viral hunger for flesh was twisted into something more...lustful...

💀 Bo pushed himself off of you and aligned your ass to his now throbbing cock as you hear the scratching of denim and faint zips of zippers being pulled with soft coos.

💀 He prods at your hole with his dick before slowly ramming it in your hole. You felt the others' cocks next to you as you take Screw and Soda's members, pumping them gently, earning gurgles of delight from the two.

💀 Ribs places one of his hands on your cheeks and pumps his cock next to your mouth, asking for consent. You chuckle and open your mouth, making Ribs chitter and thrust his cock into your throat, fucking your face excitedly.

💀 All you could think about was how much pleasure you were feeling, you came many times along with them, your hole getting filled to the brim with their seed. The cold temperature of their skin was merely an after-thought as they held onto you, your warm insides keeping their dicks hard for you.

💀 After you all were done, you were drenched in sweat and your hole was seeping cum, your penis twitching from the overstimulation from the gang bang you were the focus of. They brought you to your bed and huddled around you, they didn't need to sleep but they stayed by your side gurgling to each other how cute and adorable their mate is.

💀 Now you don't really have to leave your little home as they would always keep you gently nestled in the bundle of blankets and soft things they found around the mall. They would take turns with whoever would stay by your side for the day as the rest wandered around in search of food or trinkets to bring back to you and maybe a survivor or two for a little snack.

💀 All in all, they can't get enough of you, and you can't help being stuck with a zombie cuddling you/fucking your brains out 24/7

i didnt mean to write them so asfjnakfeqkgkaeg they are such little meow meows i cant-

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sinnful-darling · 6 months

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yan! zombie hcs

cw : gore, parasitic infection, zombie apocalypse, zombies are a tw on their own, confining, infection, non-con somno mentions but nothing descriptive, kinda pervy zombie if you squint

— yan! zombie who hadn’t known you at all pre-apocalypse. they were a shut in degenerate who, despite their appearance, was actually pretty cleanly and organized. they only went out to obtain groceries and to their weekly therapy appointments.

— yan! zombie who, when the apocalypse started, was fucking ecstatic. no more work! no more social interaction! no more paying bills! but their excitement would only last so long.

— yan! zombie who, within the first month had to leave their apartment to scavenge for food and first aid supplies. they’d watched enough youtube videos and how to’s to know what to get. but, upon leaving their apartment, they realized that maybe a zombie apocalypse wasn’t so great after all.

— yan! zombie who ran into a hoard on their way back to their apartment, and unable to defend themselves they were bitten in several places. they were able to push their way through the hoard (not without sustaining further injury) and reach their apartment, bleeding heavily and littered in bitemarks.

— yan! zombie who fought like hell to resist the virus even though they knew it was futile, causing the strain to mutate and develop further.

— yan! zombie who succumbs to the virus after hiding away in their room and feeding into their miseries, wrappers and bloodied bandages surrounding them.

— yan! zombie who, thanks to the virus mutating, is able to think semi-clearly, but has lost the ability to speak and write. they still have full control over their limbs as well.

—yan! zombie who hears someone enter their apartment and finds their mouth watering. they’ve never fed before! how wonderful, their prey has walked right into their grasp!

— yan! zombie who finds you scavenging in their apartment. they’re immediately hypnotized by your presence, watching as you scour their supplies and as your nose scrunches at their odor.

“ew… it smells like something’s died in here…”

— yan! zombie whose viral instincts demand they take you as their mate. they can feel the virus taking over their mind as they take you by surprise and render you unconscious.

— yan! zombie who ties you up with some sheets they tore apart and watches you as you rest. you were just so fascinating and lovely. and you smelled so good too! surely a bite wouldn’t hurt…

— yan! zombie who doesn’t bite you, and instead goes off to hunt, returning with chunks of flesh in their teeth hours later.

— yan! zombie who, upon their return, finds you in a panicked state. your eyes meet theirs and… now you’re thrashing..

— yan! zombie who grunts and stalks off to grab you some food, head hanging low and cursing having been turned into one of the undead. they return with an armful of snacks and drops to their knees in front of you, slowly opening the wrappers.

— yan! zombie who feeds you, upset at how much you were squirming in the beginning. it seemed that you were allowing them to feed you thankfully! they cant have their mate becoming malnourished :))

— yan! zombie who you slowly warm up to, quietly talking to and explaining what you needed them to get on their trips to the outside world. it was kinda nice being provided for..

— yan! zombie who becomes your friend. they mimic your speech patterns and relearns how to speak, causing their strain to mutate further.

— yan! zombie whose flesh starts to mend itself, taking an unnatural, almost translucent color. their veins turn an inky black and they find themselves releases something similar to pheromones that wards off other undead.

— yan! zombie who feels a painful sensation in their nether regions when they find something you do attractive (which is everything) and has to remove themselves.

— yan! zombie who gives into their instincts while you’re sleeping, careful not to wake you.

— yan! zombie who turns you once they feel like they can’t wait any longer. you need to be together forever! they’ll take care of you, so just be patient while their strain rots your brain <33

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writingwithcolor · 4 months

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[Running Commentary] Zombies are Zombies: Cultural Relativism, Folklore, and Foreign Perspectives

She obviously started getting into media in Japan, and (from my research into Japanese media and culture), Japan’s movies about zombies are mostly comedic, since due to traditional funerary practices the idea of zombies bringing down society is ridiculous to a lot of Japanese people.

Rina: OP, this you? https://www.tofugu.com/japan/japanese-zombies/

Marika: Counterpoint: Parasite Eve. Resident Evil. The Evil Within.

Rina: Literally all the grody horror game franchises that people forget were developed and written by Japanese people because the characters have names like “Leon Kennedy” and “Sebastian Castellanos”

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Based on the reception we received the last time we did one of these, the Japanese moderator team returns with another running commentary. (They’re easier to answer this way) (Several of Marika’s answers may be troll answers)

Our question today pertains to foreign perspectives on folklore—that is, how people view folklore and stories that aren’t a part of their culture. CW: for anything you’d associate with zombies and a zombie apocalypse, really.

Keep reading for necromancy, horror games, debunking the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, Hong Kong jiangshi films, Japanese disaster prep videos, and Vietnamese idol pop...

Essentially, in my story there’s an organization who wants to end the world. They think this one woman in particular, a woman of mixed Vietnamese (irreligious, Kinh) and Japanese descent who spent her formative years in Japan, is the person to do it because she’s (for lack of a better term) a necromancer; powers are semi-normal in this world. She prefers not to use her powers overall, but when she does she mostly talks to ghosts and spirits that are giving people issues. She could technically reanimate a corpse but she wouldn’t because she feels that would be morally wrong, not to mention she couldn’t start a zombie apocalypse in the traditional sense (plague, virus, etc.) in the first place.

(Marika (M): Your local public health officials would like to assure necromancers that reviving the dead will not provoke a zombie apocalypse. This is because necromancy is a reanimation technique, and not a pathogenic vector. Assuming that the technique does not release spores, airborne viruses, gasses, or other related physical matter that can affect neighboring corpses in a similar way, there should be no issue. However, necromancers should comply with local regulations w/r to permitting and only raise the dead with the approval of the local municipality and surviving family.)

M: I think it makes sense for most people of E. Asian descent, including Japanese and Vietnamese people, to find it culturally reprehensible to reanimate the dead. I imagine the religious background of your character matters as well. What religion(s) are her family members from? How do they each regard death and the treatment of human remains? Depending on where she grew up, I’m curious on how she got opportunities to practice outside specialized settings like morgues.

M: It’s true, space in Japan is at a premium, even for the dead. You note that most of Japan cremates, but, surely, it must have occurred to you that if there aren’t that many bodies in Japan to raise…she doesn’t exactly have much opportunity to practice with her powers, does she? I yield to our Vietnamese followers on funerary customs in Vietnam, but you may want to better flesh out your world-building logic on how necromancy operates in your story (And maybe distinguish between necromancy v. channeling v. summoning v. exorcisms).

Rina (R): OP, this you? https://www.tofugu.com/japan/japanese-zombies/

M: Counterpoint: Parasite Eve. Resident Evil. The Evil Within.

R: Literally all the grody horror game franchises that people forget were developed and written by Japanese people because the characters have names like “Leon Kennedy” and “Sebastian Castellanos”

R: And yes, the Tofugu article uses Resident Evil and those games to support its theory, with the reason that they are set in the West. But that only suggests that Japanese people consider zombies a Western thing, not that Japanese people consider zombies nonthreatening if they were to exist.

M: Same with vampires - series like Castlevania also use Western/ European settings and not “Vampires in Japan '' because vampires just aren't part of our folklore.

(M: Also, realistically, these series deal with individuals who quickly perish after their bodies are used as hosts for the pathogen in question, rather than the pathogen reanimating a corpse. Although the victims are initially alive, they soon succumb to the pathogen/ parasite and their organic matter then becomes an infectious vector for the disease. It should be noted, infecting ordinary, living humans with viruses to grant them elevated powers, is not only a major violation of consent and defies all recommendations made by the Belmont Report (in addition to a number of articles in the Hague Convention w/r to the use of WMDs) and is unlikely to be approved by any reputable university’s IRB committee. This is why the Umbrella Corporation are naughty, naughty little children, and honestly, someone should have assassinated Wesker for the grant money.)

R: wwww

From what I know Vietnam didn’t have a zombie movie until 2022.

R: Do you mean a domestically produced zombie movie? Because Vietnamese people have most certainly had access to zombie movies for a long time. The Hong Kong film Mr. Vampire (1985) was a gigantic hit in Southeast Asia; you can find a gazillion copies of this movie online with Viet subs, with people commenting on how nostalgic this movie is or how they loved it as a kid.

M: “Didn’t have a [domestic] zombie movie” is not necessarily the same thing as “Would not have made one if the opportunity had arisen.” None of us here are personifications of the Vietnamese film industry, I think it’s safe to say we couldn’t know. Correlation is not causation. It’s important to do your research thoroughly, and not use minor facts to craft a narrative based on your own assumptions.

(R: …Also, I did find a 2017 music video for “Game Over” by the Vietnamese idol Thanh Duy which features… a zombie apocalypse.)

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(R: The MV has a very campy horror aesthetic and zombie backup dancers (which I love, everyone please watch this lol). But the scenes at the beginning and end where people are biting their fingers watching a threatening news report clearly establish that the zombies are considered a threat.)

So at one point, she laughs about the idea and remarks how ridiculous it is to think zombies could end the world. What I’m struggling with are other ways to show her attitude on the issue because I’d assume most non-Japanese readers wouldn’t get why she thinks like that. Are there any other ways to show why she thinks this way, especially ones that might resonate more with a Japanese reader?

R: The problem is this does not resonate in the first place. Your line of thinking is too Sapir-Whorf-adjacent. The Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, otherwise known as linguistic relativity theory, claims that language shapes cognition—that you can’t conceive of something if you can’t express it in your language. This is a very weak theory that you can easily bring evidence against: think of the last time you felt an emotion you had a hard time putting into words; just because you didn’t have the language for it doesn’t mean that you didn’t feel it, nor does it mean that you won’t be able to understand or recognize it if you feel it again. Similarly, it’s not a sound assumption to say that if some kind of subject matter does not exist in a culture, then people of that culture couldn't possibly conceive of it. This excerpt from linguist Laura Bailey sums it up quite well.

M: Just because ghosts may be more culturally relevant doesn’t mean that zombies (or vampires, or whatever) are nonexistent in a Japanese or Vietnamese person’s imagination when it comes to horror and disaster.

R: Really, if anything, Japanese people are much more attuned to how easily a society’s infrastructure can be destroyed by a disruptive force without adequate preparation. Japan is natural disaster central. A Japanese person would know better than anyone that if you aren’t prepared for a zombie epidemic—yeah it’s gonna be bad.

M: Earthquakes, tsunami, typhoon, floods: Japan has robust disaster infrastructure out of necessity. 防災 or bousai, meaning disaster preparedness is a common part of daily life, including drills at workplaces, schools, and community organizations. Local government and community agencies are always looking for ways to make disaster and pandemic preparedness relevant to the public.

M: Might “zombie apocalypse prep as a proxy for disaster prep” be humorous in an ironic, self-deprecating way? Sure, but it’s not like Japanese people are innately different from non-Japanese people. Rather, by being a relatively well-off country practiced at disaster preparation with more experience than most parts of the world with many different types of disasters (and the accompanying infrastructure), it likely would seem more odd to most Japanese people within Japan to not handle a zombie apocalypse rather like might one handle a combination of a WMD/ chemical disaster+pandemic+civil unrest (all of which at least some part of Japan has experienced). Enjoy this very long, slightly dry video on COVID-19 safety procedures and preparedness using the framing device of surviving a zombie apocalypse.

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M: Living in Los Angeles, I’ve often experienced similar tactics. We do a fair amount of advance and rehearsed disaster prep here as well. In elementary school, the first and last days of class were always for packing and unpacking home-made disaster packs, and “zombie apocalypse” simulations have been around since I was in middle school for all kinds of drills, including active shooter drills, like the one shown in this LAT article. The line between “prepper” and “well prepared” really comes down to degree of anxiety and zeal. So, it wouldn’t be just Japanese people who might not be able to resonate with your scene. The same could be said for anyone who lives somewhere with a robust disaster prevention culture.

M: A zombie apocalypse is not “real” in the sense of being a tangible threat that the majority of the world lives in fear of waking up to (At least, for the mental health of most people, I hope so). Rather, zombie apocalypse narratives are compelling to people because of the feelings of vague, existential dread they provoke: of isolation, paranoia, dwindling resources, and a definite end to everything familiar. I encourage you to stop thinking of the way Japanese people and non-Japanese people think about vague, existential dread as incomprehensible to each other. What would you think about zombies if they actually had a chance of existing in your world? That’s probably how most Japanese people would feel about them, too.

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sugolara · 1 year

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Feat. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series. Book One

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, updates thursday/sunday, slow burn, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge.

Inspired by, ''The Walking Dead''

(ongoing)

playlist!

" Space Junk - Wang Chung " Wolf - First Aid Kit " Into The Black - Chromatics " My Life In Rewind - Eagulls " Hush - Trills " Bad Before Good - Dayone " Run Boy Run - Woodkid " You're So Cool - Jonathan Bree " So Bored - Gorgeous Bully " Operations - Duster " Blue Light - Mazzy Star " Civilian - Wye Oak " Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers " Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses " Skyfall - Adele " Struggling Man - Emily Kinney (original: Jimmy Cliff) " The Last Pale Light In The West - Ben Nichols " Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats " Blackbird Song - Lee DeWyze " Be Gone Dull Cage - Kiev " Into Dust - Mazzy Star " Warm Shadow - Fink " Tomorrow Is a Long Time - Bob Dylan " Poison Tree - Grouper " Rhymes Of An Hour - Mazzy Star " You Are The Wilderness - Voxhaul Broadcast " Running - Delta Spirit " People, Turn around - Delta Spirit " The Lion's Roar - First Aid Kit " Pain - Boy Harsher " The Setup - Favored Nations " The Old Death - Ben Nichols " Revolution - Red Shahan " The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana " Beautiful Mess - Balian " The Day The World Went Away - Nine Inch Nails " Mr. Splitfoot - Paris Motel " Empty Words - Bowery Electric " No Longer Making Time - Slowdive " Step Away from the Cliff - Blue-Eyed Son " Paradise - Silverberg " Take Care (To Comb Your Hair) - Ty Segall " Glad I Had a Friend - Galt MacDermot " Machine Gun - Portishead " Shadows of Planes - Duster " No Peace at All - Aldous Harding " Save Us from Ourselves - Digital Daggers " I'm No Heroine - Emily Wells " Salt in the Wound - Delta Spirit " It's All Right - Sam Cooke " To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra " 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps " Edge Of The World - Dayshell " Bye Bye Bye - School of Seven Bells " Arsonist Lullaby - Hozier " It's All Over - Johnny Cash " The Stars Just Blink For Us - Say Hi " Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division " Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Guns N' Roses " Runnin' Down a Dream - Tom Petty " Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band " You Are Not Alone - Mavis Staples " Welcome - Harmonia & Eno ‘76’ " Hope We Can Again - Nine Inch Nails " outside - Oneheart " sleepless - Odyzon " Alesund - Sun Kil Moon " Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd " Don Abandons Alice - John Murphy " Wicked Game - Chris Isaak " Rule of Rose OST - Playing Airship " 1908 - Repulsive " I Shall Cross This River - The Black Atlantic " Easy Way Out - Low Roar

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: Begin Episode 2: Not alone Episode 3: Gone but not forgotten Episode 4: You belong in this world Episode 5: Because all life is precious Episode 6: Musutafu, we'll meet again Episode 7: Izuku: I'd always thought there be more time

Season 2: Episode 8: During these two weeks Episode 9: Diopside, like your eyes Episode 10: For the first time in a long time Episode 11: Almost complete Episode 12: Determined to survive, stay alive Episode 13: Fear Episode 14: Katsuki: You are going to beat this world

Season 3: Episode 15: Away with you Episode 16: Three months ago Episode 17: Slowly withering away Episode 18: Don't die, not yet Episode 19: How long before I’m alone Episode 20: Nothing else to lose Episode 21: Shoto: Everything you would be will be gone

Season 4: Episode 22: Trouble Episode 23: For however long that'll be Episode 24: Searching Episode 25: The fallen city Episode 26: Stay who you are Episode 27: All together Episode 28: F/n: With you beside me

Season 5: Episode 29: Here Episode 30: Cruel Episode 31: Too loud Episode 32: Back on road Episode 33: All is lost Episode 34: Safe in your arms Episode 35: And so it begins Episode 36: At stake Episode 37: Sorry or whatever Episode 38: Familiar eyes

Season 6: Episode 39: A relief Episode 40: Upcoming trouble Episode 41: Never to easy Episode 42: To good for death Episode 43: Old memories Episode 44: A stroke of luck Episode 45: Be aware Episode 46: Bait Episode 47: A thump in my heart Episode 48: Belong to me Episode 49: One step closer (Towards you)

Season 7: Episode 50: Sorston Episode 51: Tenderness Episode 52: Here to stay Episode 53: The start Episode 54: Crushed Episode 55: Reporting to duty Episode 56: Good morning and goodbye Episode 57: An end to sorrow, grief & regret Episode 58: On the move Episode 59: Confirmation Episode 60: The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

Season 8: Episode 61: Not who you were Episode 62: Just you and me Episode 63: The Plaza Episode 64: The other side

to be continued...

Book two: To The One You Left Behind

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bunnystalker · 4 months

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rotted

a month after the s.t.a.r.s incident and wesker's timely disappearance leaves you by yourself on the fateful day of the raccoon city incident.

cw; graphic depictions of gore and eating flesh, zombies (obviously), body horror, gun violence (referenced and actual), major character death (you're already dead).

a/n; you're married to wesker, this follows the canon timeline.

october 1st, 1998. the day of the sterilization of raccoon city. your last day alive.

alive as can be, that is.

your flesh rots off your body. the t-virus runs rampant in your veins, leaving you brainless and very, very contagious. your bite is a mark of death on the living. and yet as fast as they run, you catch up.

you rip flesh from bone, unable to register the screams of the living. nothing in your body functions properly anymore.

and it's all his fault. your beloved's fault. he released the virus in the arklay mountains, but he had no clue you'd be among the first to get infected. when discovered, you got locked in your apartment with the doors and windows boarded up.

he finds out too late- a last minute trip to raccoon city to get you out before they sterilize the entirety of arklay county. you're already dead. he's been so irresponsible with you. you lie on your side on the cold linoleum floor of your kitchen, blood draining from you to form a large dark puddle.

minutes. he has minutes with your corpse before you begin to twitch and convulse with the false hope of life. he doesn't know what to do. he can't just put you down- that's not right. you're not some animal- some thing to discard like trash. he can't-

your corpse emits a low groan. your irises are drained of all color as you sit up, bullet holes in your chest from someone trying to defend themself. their corpse lies not far from yours, partially eaten. blood slathered on your lips from their wounds, their gun still in their hand.

"dove," he starts, voice quiet and unwavering. nothing feels quite real for albert in the moment. the smell of death is everywhere, the theme itself overwhelming in your tiny apartment. he looks around your ruined apartment- blood on the walls, obvious signs of struggle that came from you, then your victim.

his sense of urgency returns. he has to leave unless he wants to die here, alongside you- which he only considers for a moment. he rushes to your room, relieved to find it mostly intact and finds a tote bag you kept around, though it mostly went unused. an afterthought, like you were. he grabs your perfume, the bottle half empty and somewhat old, and places it in the tote bag amongst other things that might contain traces of your dna- your hairbrush, your toothbrush, even dirty clothes from your hamper. he's trying to get keepsakes, to contain his memories of you in items you once owned. the last item he takes from your room is a framed photo of you two together.

he doesn't bother using the front entrance. you've likely gotten up and started to wander around, hungry for flesh to feed on, and he refuses to be a snack for the undead even if it is you. as he climbs onto the fire escape, ripping the wooden boards out of the way, your corpse pushes the door to your room open.

"a…l…" you groan. he can't take this. seeing you mangled and rotted, your lips practically melting off of your face. reluctantly, he takes out his gun and checks the chamber. he turns the safety off and cocks the gun before shooting you squarely in the head, grey matter splatting on the hallway wall behind you. you stumble back and go stiff when you really, actually die.

your little life, gone. the fires of the city burn hot and albert really, really doesn't want to leave you here again. how could he do that to you the first time? you were supposed to be the love of his life. he takes a final glance around your room from the fire escape, your wedding band glimmering on the nightstand.

he curses himself as he hurries back inside to grab it, sparing you another wistful glance as he slips it in his pocket and finally leaves your apartment for good.

luckily for him, he makes it out before the sterilization bomb ever hits. he has the next eleven years planned out perfectly in his mind and the absence of you has already started to wear at him.

he goes to rockfort island for the t-veronica virus and brings your things with him. everywhere he goes, so does your stuff. truthfully, before running into chris and claire, he had been moping. grieving. he slept with a shirt of yours pressed to his nose, your wedding ring on a chain around his neck. he keeps your toothbrush beside his. to say he missed you, and still does, is an understatement.

he should have died with you.

#angst #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil fanfiction #bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡#bunny's fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#albert wesker angst #albert wesker fanfic #body horror tw #gun tw #writing #resident evil

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puissantveil · 9 months

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(CW: Medical stuff) Speculations on Tarkat disease

Starred bits are things inspired by real life diseases. Nothing too graphic, but tread carefully.

The infectious agent is either a bacterium, virus, or microscopic parasite (e.g. Toxoplasmosis). It might be a microbe that's harmless in itself, but causes a horrific inflammatory reaction* in its hosts.

The method of infection is currently unknown, and I hope to god it's not bites/scratches because I hate zombie bullshit. I like the idea of it being spread through contaminated water coming into contact with broken skin for some reason.

Not everyone is susceptible to the disease. Among Edenians in particular, 95% of the population is immune to Tarkat, and vulnerability to the disease is genetic*, meaning Mileena had some really rotten luck. Kitana is either among the 95% or an asymptomatic carrier.

The way Tarkat attacks the brain, skin, and jaws is bad enough, but the inflammation it causes pervades the whole body, resulting in painful systemic symptoms. Headaches, stiff joints*, nausea, liver or anemia symptoms depending on what's causing the jaundiced eyes? Mileena is miserable, she's suffering.

There's a prodromal (before the onset of clinical disease) phase wherein nothing seems wrong physically, but the poor S.O.B. patient is restless, agitated, quick to anger, and generally a cranky handful. Sindel might miss a chance for prophylaxis because she interprets this as her baby girl not taking any shit and going out there and getting that bread.

This is kind of a bleak post, so I want to end it with the idea of Kitana and Mileena embracing in a warm, lingering hug. Crap, now I miss my sister...

#unveiled thoughts #mileena #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #tarkat disease #mortal kombat headcanons #cw: medical #cw: medical stuff #chronic illness #chronic pain #medical neglect #a+ parenting right there Sindel #poor baby

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mintyscuriocabinet · 3 months

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My Little Pony Tales (1992) Infection AU! Part 1 (CW: BODY HORROR)

Hi all, thank you for your overwhelming support of my infection AU. I really hope you enjoy it. I decided to go for something a little different than the usual infection AUs and put my own little spin on it. This AU is based on G1.5! If you have any questions about it or you'd like to see more, please let me know! With that out of the way, here's my Infection AU art.

Bon Bon

Status: Uninfected

Sanity: 80%

Health: 95%

Bon Bon wants to find a cure for the Crystallovirus, despite Flapjack Fiesta telling her it's impossible. She's willing to develop a vaccine before the infection spreads by any means necessary.

Items: Medical supplies, diary, kitchen knife (self defence)

Starlight

Status: Infected (Stage 3)

Sanity: 2%

Health: 10%

Starlight was infected by an unknown pony before being admitted to Redheart Hospital. Once she reached stage 3, she was too powerful for the staff to control so she escaped into the woods with the other zombies.

Items: Ice cream shop name tag, hospital IV, the crystal (plenty to go around...)

Clover

Status: Uninfected (amputated infected limbs)

Sanity: 78%

Health: 80%

Clover was infected by Starlight after she bit her legs. As a result, she had to get them amputated to control the spread, which works as a temporary solution against the Crystallovirus. Her disability makes her an easy target for zombies, so she prefers to be in the company of other safe ponies rather than bring alone.

Items: Flask of tea, pocket knife, seed pods

Ms. Hackney

Status: Infected (Stage 2)

Sanity: 50%

Health: 50%

Ms. Hackney is being treated at Readheart Hospital. She's currently experiencing the worst stage of the virus, where pain increases and memory begins to fade. She is highly supportive of Bon Bon's goal and hopes she can cure her before she reaches stage 3. She has aggressive outbursts regularly.

Items: Balloon (from the girls), pills (for pain), mask

Flapjack Fiesta

Status: Immune

Sanity: 85%

Health: 99%

Flapjack Fiesta is the girls' substitute teacher, who took over from Ms. Hackney after she got infected. He was born in Unicornia to two unicorn parents, causing him to be immune to the virus as it only effects earth ponies. Bon Bon is using him as a case study. He's also now the girls' primary caregiver as they were separated from their parents.

Items: Maths compass (for self defence. He's surprisingly good at using it for this purpose), textbooks, "mobile" phone (BRICK)

Dr. Hooves

Status: Uninfected (Possible immunity?)

Sanity: 90%

Health: 100%

Dr. Hooves is one of Bon Bon's biggest supporters in developing a vaccine. Because of his name. She things he has a medical licence, but he doesn't realise this. He spends a lot of time caring for his sick companion, whom he is very protective of. He believes it is possible that timelords are immune to the virus, however, he still wants to protect himself just in case.

Items: Umbrella, Nitro-9, psychic paper

Scrub-a-Dub

Status: Infected (Stage 1)

Sanity: 60%

Health: 65%

Scrub-a-Dub is a crime scene cleaner for Coltville Decon who contracted the virus from the blood of an infected pony while she was at work. She is the doctor's companion and has been quarantined in the TARDIS since she was diagnosed. The epidemic has had a major impact on her mental and physical health.

Items: Kitty (emotional support), Swiss army knife, keepsake locket

Sweetheart

Status: Uninfected

Sanity: 99%

Health: 100%

Sweetheart seems to be the least effected by the stress of the epidemic and acts the way she always did. This, along with her lifelong dream of becoming a nurse, has helped her to take on a 'medic' role of sorts. Her bag is always filled with non-perishable foods - like her favourite chocolate - just in case of an emergency.

Items: Chocolate, torch, portable radio

Bright Eyes

Status: Uninfected

Sanity: 90%

Health: 90%

Bright Eyes is Bon Bon's lab partner and the brains of the operation. Unlike Bon Bon, she's much more level-headed and utilises her critical thinking skills to help her stay sane when under pressure. Though she isn't very skilled with weaponry, she makes up for it with her high intelligence. She is one of the most valued member of the team.

Items: Portable lab kit (give to her by Flapjack), rope, notebook and pen

Melody

Status: Uninfected

Sanity: 69%

Health: 83%

Melody has been traumatised after losing her twin sisters, Jing-a-Ling and Ting-a-Ling. Her house has been taken over by zombies so she no longer has access to her belongings, including her bass. For this reason, she's turned to poetry rather than music as a source of comfort. She isn't afraid to get her hooves dirty and is skilled with a blade.

Items: Surgical blade (stolen from her mother before they were separated), poetry book (from library), music player

#my little pony #mlp #mylittlepony #mlp g1 #mlp g1.5 #mlp tales #my little pony g1 #my little pony infection au #mlp infection au #mlp infection #mlp infected au #infection au #infected au #my little pony tales #cw body horror #Crystallovirus

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weskerssunglasses · 2 years

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could you write some hc’s about how Wesker would react to his s/o being injected with uroboros but not being rejected by the virus?

maybe How would his s/o deal with the newfound strength and power or if Wesker would help him throughout it all. Maybe he was the one to inject them with the virus👀

Preferably gn!s/o :D

Rating: SFW TWs/CWs: Wesker being Wesker, forceful virus injection, gn!s/o

So, I 100% believe Wesker would be the one to inject you with Uroboros when you're his s/o.

You're probably thinking "But Ophelia, surely he wouldn't do that, he would be scared of it killing you, right?" WRONG.

We're all aware of Wesker's insane god complex, and in order for you to meet his expectations, you need to be able to handle the same things he's shot himself up with; namely, Uroboros.

Although he loves you dearly, standards!!

And, no, you wouldn't get a say in the matter. Either you let him inject you with Uroboros, or you're getting thrown to the wolves (zombies in the case, I suppose?)

Anyways, he's ecstatic when you live through the injection (he honestly suspected you wouldn't...)

I feel like having all of that new power would be terrifying, and you'll definitely need his help in the beginning.

He'll teach you the basics of how to control it, how to adjust to your new strength levels, etc. Aside from that though, you'll have to figure out the specifics on your own. Everyone reacts to the virus differently, even if the injection is successful.

That being said, be careful about how much of your strength you let on. It's unlikely, but if your body accepts the virus in a way that makes you stronger than Wesker, he's liable to start seeing you as a threat which is... not good, to say the least.

Also, be prepared for all kinds of blood tests, vitals tests, and combat tests; he's got a good grasp on Uroboros' functionality, but why would he give up such a prime test subject?

#resident evil ask blog #resident evil x reader #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #anon ask #albert wesker #wesker x reader #wesker #albert wesker x reader

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yawnderu · 7 months

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Mann Gegen Mann - Nikto x Reader

cw: descriptions of romantic(?) cannibalism, zombification, established relationships, double suicide after getting infected. Honestly just a dark and niche self-inducing fic, read at your own risk.

''Shh, shh...'' Nikto cooed, holding your bloodied body close to his as his gloved hand caressed your hair, trying his best to calm you down despite knowing your time was limited. Much to his dismay, you were bitten in the arm by a zombie before he could protect you. The zombie apocalypse hit the world unexpectedly, and not even the highly armed military bases could hold on for much longer against the horde of the living dead.

''It'll be okay, Солнышко. We're here.'' He whispered into your ear, yet you could barely register his words with the sound coming from within you, skin rippling from the inside as the virus fought its way into your brain, even when you tried to resist it. The urge to drink something was growing more and more, taking away your will along your humanity.

''I'm... so thirsty, baby.'' You managed to mutter out, looking up at him with teary eyes. The same beautiful eyes that once were Nikto's safe haven were slowly clouding up, breaking his heart as he knew eventually, they'd be a blank, milky white. Nikto sucked in a breath, biting the inside of his cheek beneath the mask as he nodded his head, hand gently still running up and down the length of your hair as he tried to think.

''Does it hurt?'' He knows it does. He knows the pain is agonizing, yet he was trying to gain time as he came to a decision. His brothers in arms are all infected or holed up God knows where, and despite being a highly trained soldier, armor and bullets can only get you so far against thousands of infected.

''Here.'' He gently sat you up, removing his vest before he lifted off his shirt, silently offering his body up for you to take. For you to always have a part of him, forever. Your hesitant gaze was met with one full of pure love, his baby-blue eyes glossy as he looked down at you, nodding his head to encourage you.

Your hand slowly trailed up and down his strong stomach, feeling up the muscle that you always adored. His breath hitched at the touch of your cold fingers, muscle rippling and flexing underneath a thin layer of fat. His eyes closed once your face got closer to his lower body, unable to hold in the thirst for much longer and wanting anything that could quench it despite knowing better.

Your cold lips kissed his abdomen, tongue licking up and down his defined abs before your teeth sank into him. Your bite was met with a pained growl, making you look up just to see Nikto keeping his eyes shut. You drank up the blood like a broken man finding shelter, finally finding something that eased up your thirst, yet your broken brain wanted more. Your jaw clamps shut on the skin you were biting, pushing your head back slightly to rip off the bundle of muscle and skin, chewing on it like it was your last meal- and in a way, you knew it was.

''Умница.'' He praised, eyes opening to look down at you lovingly, removing his gloves just to gently wipe the blood trail dripping down the corners of your lips, slowly pushing it back into your mouth. He sat down next to you, arm wrapped around your waist as he brought you closer, his masked face finding shelter into the nape of your neck.

Your own brain was struggling now that you had a taste of what you craved, your cognitive functions slowly but surely shutting down thanks to the infection. You don't register him lifting off the fabric part of his face cover until you can feel a set of teeth sinking into you, taking a bite of the supple skin and muscle on your shoulder, struggling to chew on and swallow the raw tissue.

Your hand goes to the bottom of his face cover, gently pulling it off and revealing his face. The face you saw only a year after dating, the same face he never thought anyone could ever love, the same face that was so scarred he barely looked human, just a husk of who he once was. His smudged eyeblack covers most of his face, yet he still looks like a work of art in your eyes. Your fingers trail up and down his cheek gently, feeling the bumps of the raised skin as you look up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

''Promise you'll meet me there.'' Your strained voice asked and he nodded his head, allowing himself to be vulnerable, a privilege only you get to have.

''да, always.'' He nodded his head once, hand gently caressing the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing the outline of your jaw.

''Always.'' You repeated, looking down at the gun his other hand held on your stomach. It was a silent agreement, the corners of your lips tilting up into a small smile as your shaky hands grabbed the weapon, trigger finger itching once you held it against your temple.

''I love you.'' Your eyes were locked with his as he cradled you on his lap, lining you up perfectly so your head was right in front of his. His arms wrapped around your waist, a gentle kiss from his scarred lips placed on the back of your head as he held you as close as possible.

''We love you too.'' His deep voice replied, taking a combined deep breath when his hand held your wrist, helping your infected body hold the gun. You closed your eyes, blurry memories of your time together flashing within seconds, making you smile as the trigger was pulled. Limp bodies lying with each other, mouths bloodied as you both united until the very bitter end.

Солнышко= Sunshine.

Умница= Good/Smart girl.

#mwii nikto #nikto x reader #cod nikto #nikto #cod mw #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #fem reader #zombie #zombification #horror #angst

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dr3c0mix · 11 months

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Zombie Horde x AMAB transfem/gn reader who is working to find a cure for the zombie epidemic?

Like I was imagining reader works in a lab that is then overrun, and reader attempts to flee the horde or secretly continue their experiments when they aren’t looking.

Eventually maybe reader gets used to it and decides to take advantage of the “willing” and (usually) non-violent test subjects.

Love ur work btw <3

i havent given you guys your dose of zombie bitches lately so here ya go <3 this can be also be read as gn maybe

Zombie Horde x MtF!Reader Who's Looking for a Cure

CW: i will make you sob at the end istg, a bit of ewuh body stuff

💀 You've been trying to find a cure ever since the first wave of the epidemic, but the virus spread so quickly that you had to halt your research and flee the city, getting in your car after loading all your equipment and supplies in the trunk and driving off.

💀 Now, after just a few months, you were living in a symbiotic relationship with the very things you swore to destroy. At that point, you've forgotten all about the cure, thinking that there was no more hope on this earth for rehabilitation.

💀 But while lying down in your zombie husband pile at night, the idea sparked in your brain yet again, making you sit up, Ribs' head falling from your shoulder, waking him up.

💀 "S-sorry! So sorry Hun! Uhm..I gotta get something!" You pat Ribs' head before stumbling out of your bed, careful not to trip over the others. Bo blinks a bit before getting up and following you.

💀 You hear a low purr behind you as you were putting on your jacket and backpack and see Bo with a pleading, sleepy face. please come back..it's cold... you could imagine him saying. You chuckle and give him a kiss on the nose. "I'll be back, I promise!" and you run off outside to the parking lot.

💀 You retrieve your supplies from your old car, it's dusty and a bit dirty but the papers you've written were still readable.

💀 You carry the box of stuff back with you, Screw and Soda waiting for you and cocking their heads at the sight of their little mate carrying a box full of tubes and paper.

💀 The horde curiously watches you search through the papers, sometimes writing things down. You mumble soft words they didn't understand whilst looking over two or more papers.

💀 Eventually, you circle a string of letters and numbers and you hold your head in your hands with wide eyes, Screw crawls up to you cooing and you turn to him with the biggest smile on your face.

💀 "I think I got it.."

💀 He cocks his head with a chirp.

💀 "I have the cure..."

💀 You would've never considered it, but with your new discovery of visible consciousness in infected subjects, brain recovery and even bodily recovery can be possible, you just had to find a solution that can increase the body's constructive systems.

💀 You would forge for materials far beyond where you usually searched and would meet up with other survivors to exchange goods in order to conduct your research.

💀 Of course, your husbands were willing to help you, once you told them about your plan, they were so happy! Flesh like yours? Count us in! Ribs especially wants to help; he very much wants his torso back...

💀 The first tests weren't very fruitful but gave interesting results, one experiment with Bo included an injection to his arm, which made his heart beat for a few seconds before slowing and stopping like it was before.

💀 You would also see signs of growth, both Screw and Soda's wounds would appear to be healing themselves.

💀 After a few months of experimentation, you were starting to give up, the boys' wounds and lost body parts being unable to grow back.

💀 It was alright for you though, you never really expected to find the cure so easily, and you weren't sure if it could even work on other zombies.

💀 At least the boys looked a bit better than before though, their hair could grow like a human's and their limps were gone, their joints rejuvenated and no longer rigid, allowing them to move like a normal human and not a living corpse.

💀 You thought that was all that you got from your experiments when..

💀 "(Y-Y/N)?"

💀 That...voice? It sounds familiar somehow...

💀 "Babygirl? Can you hear me?" the voice says again, it was gruff with a bit of a southern accent.

💀 "That's not her name!" Another voice, more higher pitched that the first.

💀 "It's a nickname Ribs!" One quietly says.

💀 Your neck almost snaps at the speed you turned back.

💀 "Uhm..hey there babes.." Bo says awkwardly.

💀 Looks like their vocal chords grew back too...

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qtubpol · 3 months

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qsmp infection time baybe

[will be tagged #infection au on my blog/dividers by cafekitsune]

cw: talks of gore, zombies

During Purgatory 2, the federation workers on the island started experimenting with the radiation on the island before inviting players onto it.

By the time Purgatory 2 finishes, every worker on the island has been killed, and the experiments have let themselves loose. It's up to the survivors to make it out alive, find a cure, or die trying.

The Virus:

It attacks the victims brain, eating away at the meat until there's the basic functions of move, eat, kill, and completely abandons the parts of the brain regarding emotions or sense. With a drop of radiation, some slowness and weakness potions, and a mild health potion, this creates a deadly concotion.

The victims cannot die. They only feel pain and whatever emotions they are allowed. They have control of their bodies, but the skin rots or falls off, leaving exposed organs, bones, or anything inside the body to the elements. They look like rotting corpses, but can still speak - given they still have the body parts capable of speech.

The total amount of infected players has risen to 44.

The Survivors:

After the survivors left Purgatory Island, they made their way back to Quesadilla Island, unknowingly letting the horde follow them home. Those that bathed in the radiation, or alive dragons, are immune to the virus. Others, however, must remain vigilant.

The total of safe and immune players has dropped to 45.

They have carved out a place for themselves in the prison, Chume Labs not being enough to house and protect the surivors.

The horde has made it to Quesadilla Island.

#qsmp #infection au #tw gore #tw zombies #au posting

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inourtownofhawkins · 1 year

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𝖆𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖆 𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖆, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎 (𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊)

Summary: 25 years after a virus wipes out most of humanity, with the lucky ones dying and the rest are crazed and hungry, Lieutenant Eddie Munson is tasked to go into the Dead Zone to retrieve a shipment code named Babydoll; only it's not what he expects it to be and everything he thought he knew is about to change.

Author's note: I couldn't not write a zombie fic lmao. Also before anyone asks, no this fic was NOT inspired by The Last of Us and instead takes inspiration from The Girl With All the Gifts. So if I get any of yall in my ask box saying I "ripped off The Last of Us", get outta here. Also this will be told from a third person's perspective, sorry not sorry.

CW: 18+, swearing, sex references, Older!Eddie (mid 40s), Reader is mid 20s, mentions of character deaths, graphic depictions of zombies being zombies, no use of Y/N but Reader is referred to as "it", "Babydoll" and "Alpha", smut in later chapters.

Word count: 1.7k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

It had been twenty-five years since an infection so massive it spread across the world in a matter of days. The lucky ones died early on; the rest were left with an unsatiable hunger that could never be satisfied. Survivors were forced out of cities as the infected claimed them and thinking they would be safer in the countryside, but that safety didn’t last long as before they knew it, the infected found them.

Any attempt to keep the infected out failed, almost leading to the extinction of the human race. Their only salvation relied in General Martin Brenner who was successfully able to create a safe zone with all the power with what was left of the military. The base was eventually dubbed Hawkins, after Brenner’s hometown was completely ravaged by the infected.

Hawkins had been standing tall for almost twenty years now; surrounded by a minefield, barbed wire, and concrete walls – a warning to any infected to stay away. The base was more like a city than anything else; housing almost a thousand survivors comfortably with a cinema, endless stores and even a stadium on the grounds.

Who wouldn’t want to be there?

Well, Eddie Munson was one who didn’t. While everyone else was thankful for the safety Hawkins provided, he knew how Brenner ensured it. Every few months; a team would be sent into the Dead Zone, gather up a round of infected and bring them back to him for experimentation before extermination.

He’d spent so long in the Dead Zone, it felt more like home to him than Hawkins ever could. At least people in the Dead Zone were honest about wanting you dead, while in Hawkins, anyone could accuse you of stealing and get you taken away just because you looked at them funny.

Looking out of the window of the helicopter, seeing what once was the suburbs of a major city, now reclaimed by nature and the infected, he wondered if what they were doing had any real point at all. If they were really saving humanity, or simply delaying the inevitable. He even questioned if humanity was even worth saving; after all the terrible things they’d done to survive, did they even deserve it anymore?

The helicopter finally touched down in a clearing, with the entire team jumping out as quickly as possible to secure the area. The team was small, only comprising of ten people. Smaller was better, less noise and less opportunities of alerting the infected.

Eddie grabbed a map from his pack and checked it, looking at every crossed-out section before finding the red circle in the centre of a nearby city. “Babydoll was last seen somewhere in the city, approximately twenty klicks south.”

They’d been looking for Babydoll for the best part of a year, every team that was sent into the Dead Zone to find it never came back, and nobody ever truly figured out what had happened to them. Any attempts to find their bodies – infected or not – turned up nothing but blood trails that would lead to nowhere or ripped pieces of fabric from their clothes.

Despite multiple people telling Brenner to let it go and clearly Babydoll didn’t exist or didn’t want to be found, he refused. He was adamant to find it, and he didn’t care how many people had to die in order to get it.

Eddie only agreed to go if he knew exactly what they were supposed to be looking for and was given strict instructions not to tell the rest of his team. Keeping it a secret ate him up inside, he wanted to tell at least someone but the likelihood of not being believed always stopped him.

The only person he could’ve told was Steve, the only person from before who stuck by him, everyone else he knew had either left to go elsewhere or didn’t make it. They had each other’s backs, wherever one went, the other was sure to follow. But no matter how close they were, Eddie knew Steve wouldn’t fully understand how heavy his secret laid upon his heart.

The team moved quickly and quietly through the suburbs, being sure to have the silencers on their guns in case of trouble. Although, they knew the infected were more likely to be in city centre – they liked to be in groups.

The city didn’t look like a city anymore; leaves and flowers had sprouted all over the buildings and roads. There was a damp stench in the air, but nobody could work out where exactly it was coming from. Despite having potentially thousands of infected roaming the deserted streets, it almost felt peaceful to walk through. But Eddie knew he couldn’t let his guard down for a second, as peaceful and tranquil as everything seemed; the infected were still very much a threat.

It had been at least five years since Eddie had last been in the city, vowing to never return after the death of Dustin, someone who was like a brother to both him and Steve. His death was one of the main reasons why Eddie hated being in Hawkins; everything reminded him of Dustin.

But the only reason he volunteered to go into the city one last time was for the girl who tried to save Dustin. Eddie didn’t remember much of what she looked like back then, he only remembered her eyes being kind and calming as she tried to get Dustin away from the infected and save him, but when she realised she couldn’t, she stayed with both of them until Dustin died and made sure the infected didn’t take his body.

Then she was gone, and Eddie never even got her name.

But once Brenner got word of survivors living in the city, he instantly became obsessed. He found out quickly that the survivors weren’t like everyone else, they were the children of infected mothers and had been born as hybrids of humans and infected.

Ever since discovering them, he’d wanted one to dissect and see the inner workings of their bodies. They weren’t people to him; they were abominations and just part of the infected. And Babydoll was the ultimate prize.

From Eddie’s understanding, she was their leader – Brenner had done extensive research into her over the past half decade, giving her the nickname of Alpha. Admittedly, he was scared of her – not a lot scared him anymore but there was something about her unpredictability that absolutely terrified him to his core.

But he knew it was the same girl who’d tried to help Dustin, and he was forever thankful for that. He just didn’t quite know how to tell her that she was going to be killed at the hands of Brenner all in the name of science. No matter how many times Brenner or anyone else would refer to her as “it”, Eddie couldn’t bring himself to do it. What she had done for him was so human, he couldn’t ever see her as a monster.

Eddie was distracted with his thoughts for maybe a few moments until the cool barrel of a gun was pressed to the side of his head. Even without looking, he knew instantly who it was. “Clever girl,” he muttered.

The entire group aimed their guns directly at her head, with her being completely unphased and keeping her eyes locked on Eddie.

“Sir, do I kill it?” one of his team asked, his hands shaking while he held the gun. Eddie could tell that he didn’t want to shoot; the person in front of them looked too much like them to pass off as a nameless infected.

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie looked at the person holding the gun. From what he could see, her right eye was completely grey with small purple-blue veins leading up her forehead and down her cheek, almost looking like scratches. There was no mistaking it, that was Alpha.

Shaking his head, Eddie slowly put his gun down onto the ground to have his hands on the back of his head in surrender. “Put your guns down, we do this their way.”

“Eddie-” Steve began, trying to stop him from putting the gun down.

“If you wanna get out of this alive, put your fucking gun down, Steve.”

She smirked as she watched both of them squabble like children, looking off to both sides of the street and nodding her head once, signalling for the rest of her people to come out of the shadows. Much to everyone’s horror, at least twenty people came out and surrounded them, taking their guns in the process.

“Why have you come?” she asked, slowly walking around to stand in front of Eddie, the gun still pressed to his head.

“There’s a shipment we need to retrieve, it’s somewhere inside the city. It’s codenamed Babydoll.”

She narrowed her eyes, letting out a small grunt as she lowered her gun. “I’ll take you to Babydoll.”

“You know where it is?” Steve asked, eyeing the gun in her hand as she placed it back into her holster.

She nodded. “You’re not the first to come looking for it. It’ll be sundown soon; you have to get inside. I’ll take you to Babydoll in the morning.”

“Stalling us?” Steve asked, hesitantly while raising an eyebrow.

She blinked slowly as if to say are you fucking kidding me. “I’m protecting you, idiot. Unless you want me to leave you out here to fight off every single infected by yourselves, I suggest you shut up and follow me.”

She didn’t wait to hear an answer and began walking away, her people pushing the team to follow her. Eddie took longer strides to keep up with her and walk beside her. “Why are you helping us?” he asked.

She didn’t look at him as the walked down the street. “Because I know you. Your friend died here, and I couldn’t help him.”

“Dustin. I remember you too, I’ve thought about that day and you ever since.”

She nodded once. “You’ve also shown me and my people a level of respect I didn’t think you people would have. You’re different, you didn’t shoot me even when you had the chance.”

“Neither did you.”

“Because I know I’m Babydoll. I know you’re here for me.”

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