Immune
When a horde of Zombies was unleashed on the DC universe, Danny stared at the screen speechless. Clockwork had told him to keep an eye on the universe in case a catastrophe happened, but only 5 minutes had passed since then.
He called his mentor and the Master of Time told him to fix the problem, to which Danny began to complain before being pushed straight into a dimensional portal. He landed in the middle of a fucking horde, just his luck.
How was he going to prevent a fucking apocalypse? It had already started!
As he used his intangibility to get past the Zombies, he noticed the confused look most of them were sending him, but oh well. Danny was tempted to tell them that you can't kill what was dead, but he decided to keep quiet. Not that the Zombies understood anyway.
He set out to explore the world looking for some clues, avoiding the Zombies (For some reason, they avoided him too) and drawing the attention of the resistance, who quickly branded him as immune (he wasn't, he had just become intangible, again).
Ironically, he ended up siding with the only Zombie? Of a different race. Red Hood was much nicer than those who wanted a sample of his blood for a cure (again, Danny knew it wasn't going to work). But neither of them had any idea how to end the apocalypse.
Jason had no idea why the Zombies were avoiding that specific boy, like he was a hopeless case. Or why there were so many people chasing him, but at least he was nice, and seemed genuinely intent on 'stopping the apocalypse', so he joined him out of curiosity.
He was like a free Zombie repellant anyway, and Jason had no idea where his family was since the catastrophe started.
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My Little Zombie
In which- You and Wilbur match zombie looks
A/n: I originally had this idea when the sorry boys video was released but I never got around to finishing it, so here is my very, very late zombie wilbur fic.
Chapter info: "zombie" depictions, makeup, fake blood, mentions of fake bites, slightly suggestive context with the matching makeup, petname "My little zombie", sleeping in the same bed as someone
Pronouns: None (You/Yours)
Masterlist:
Your filming part of the evening came to a close when Wilbur was carried through the halls and laid down. It was actually quite fun to film, but you had a quick idea you wanted to check with the group before going to complete Wilbur's "Zombie" look for the last clip.
"Can Wilbur and I match zombie makeup?" You ask out of breath from running to the boys, and practically falling against Ranboo. Carrying a bulky camera wasn't all fun and games.
"Sure! It'll be funny to," Phil spoke up after a beat of silence, and you sprinted back to your boyfriend, still laying on the cold concrete floor, exhausted from the day.
"Come on, we're gonna go match makeup with each other," Wilbur perked up hearing that, closing his eyes and pulling himself into a standing position before following you to the bathrooms.
You sorted through your bag, finding the makeup you had been using for people, filming equipment and electronics like your phone and laptop for on the go updates and editing.
"Can I have fake blood dabbed on my bottom lip and you have a slightly bloody bite mark on your neck? Or is that too much?" Wilbur whispered as you pulled out the supplies you'd need for your plan.
"Okay, stay still and I'll start," You zoned in on his face, making sure the concealer covered his dark under eyes, the brown eye shadow scattered across his hairline and the-
"Can we match makeup?" Wilbur spoke up again, seeming like a kicked puppy, and you just shook your head and clicked your tongue.
"I heard you the first time, and did I shut down the idea?" You laughed.
You got to work with his reddish, purplish eye bags, outlining them up towards his eyelids. You ran a bit of fake blood from his nostril, careful not to get it inside his nose, and wiped off the red liquid that touched his lip. He dabbed a bit of fake blood on his bottom lip, tracking down his chin, after many attempts of begging to do something from the taller man.
"Darling, don't move," he mimicked, hinting to you so you didn't move while he applied some purple, red and brown eyeshadow onto a very visible spot on your neck.
You touched up the "bite" mark on his forearm and added a matching one on your wrist with two darker red circles, obviously creating the illusion of a bite.
"My little zombie," you heard him whisper as he walked towards the bathroom door again, a blush spreading over your face.
You told him to hide in the back of the "uber" Charlie had called to scare Tommy and Ranboo. And your plan worked, successfully scaring the two youngsters. You and the three boys collected everyone on the team, filming and acting, and you all headed back to your respectful hotel rooms.
You helped Wilbur wipe off all of his makeup, kissing his cheek when you finished, wiping yours off, and you both went to bed snuggled up against each other, not caring about changing, both too tired to care.
His snores sounded through the room first, pulling you off into a deep slumber
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okay i know this is PROBABLY never going to happen but if you’re ever in a zombie apocalypse DO NOT GO TO THE MALL the movies are lying to you it is a terrible place to stay because everyone will be going there and you only have a limited amount of supplies and the electricity/running water will cut off eventually unless you have some kind of electrician or mechanic. Even if you fix those problems you still have limited supplies and malls usually have big entrance doors made of glass so those can only hold so long.
ALSO SCHOOLS ARE AN EVEN WORSE IDEA if you and other students are staying there that’s gonna be super limiting to supplies along with the fact that the government usually uses schools as vaccination areas and places for people to stay after natural disasters.
what you should do is find a park/wildlife reserve. if you don’t know how to hunt or set up shelter there will most likely be people there who know how to (campers, park rangers, survivalists, etc.) also it’s not a place most people would have as their first choice.
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One, two Pippy’s coming for you
Three, four better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, better stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again
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