Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.02

Doc follows behind George for a few miles as she leads you to Camp Altura. The camp was built around a college campus, which had minimal damage. As you stepped in closer, you were able to see different stalls selling blankets, hot food, hand-made soaps, and fresh fruit and vegetables.

“This place is pretty impressive.”

“Hey, guys!” George calls over from a fenced-off area. “You gotta go to quarantine first!”

She points you in the direction of a tent to revive a medical test that would determine if you were alive or dead. Then you could move onto the second stage and fill out forms to register as a citizen. The third part was being assigned a temporary job until they found a permanent one suited best to the information you’d given them.

Doc and Sarge passed with flying colors, but the doctor checking 10K seemed concerned. “I'm having a hard time finding a pulse,” she says, feeling his wrist. “Any near-death experiences? Going into the white light? Loss of appetite?”

“Sometimes everything’s in slow motion.”

The doctor gets 10k to remove his top half of clothing to scan his body with a UV light. You swallow hard, glancing over to the other side of the tent. You see Doc and Sarge watching with the same expression on their faces, no doubt fearing the same thing as you. What if 10K was still technically dead? The doctor pushes him forward to inspect his back and notices the mark on the back of his neck. “What is that? It looks like a healed-over bite.”

“Oh, that… that was me. I sometimes get a little carried away in the bedroom.”

10k looks mortified at first but then clicks onto your lie. Smiling, he looks up at her and shrugs. “I picked a biter.”

Unconvinced, the doctor begins to feel his neck and then his chest. She roughly pushes her thumb over where his heart should be, causing 10k to wince out in pain. “Any heart problems you’re aware of?”

“Not till you did that,” he says, trying to pull away from her, but the doctor only pushed her thumb in deeper.

After a tense few moments pass, the doctor finally smiles and says, “There we go; we got a pulse.”

When it’s your turn to sit in the chair, you hand the doctor the paper with your name on it. It felt so strange seeing your name in black and white on the medical form. 𝐘/𝐍 ‘𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚’ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤. You were unsure whether to even include your first name since nobody calls it anymore, but you chose to in case Addy ever came looking for you.

She looks between you and 10k, who was putting his top back on. “Another Beck, siblings?”

“Married.”

“But not siblings?”

Sarge scrunches up her nose and says, “that’s disgusting.”

You nod in agreement with Sarge while opening up your mouth for the doctor to inspect your teeth.

“Anything can happen in the new world,” she deadpans.

“Ew.”

“Any zombie bites? Mortal wounds? Organ failure?”

You shake your head.

The doctor feels around the inside of your mouth, giving you a disapproving look. Considering how hard it was to keep hygiene standards up while running from the undead and trying to save the world, your teeth were in pretty good condition. The doctor narrows her eyes at you, then turns to tell Doc and Sarge they should start queuing to register because the lines were long. She asks you question after question without giving you a chance to answer. Frowning, she starts to feel around your stomach before moving her hands further up your body.

You swat the doctor's hands away when she feels your breasts. “Eh, excuse me!”

“Hmm,” she starts to scribble down on the piece of paper, shaking her head. “I’ll organize a scan for you. It will probably be later today so they can do a safety evaluation to figure out the best place for you to work.”

10k steps forward, his eyes wide with worry. “Why does she need a scan? Is something wrong?”

“No, just to see how far along the baby is.”

"I’m pre—” Before you can complete the question, you hear a thud. You look over your shoulder to see 10k has passed out. “I’m not…I cannot be.”

She hands you a small yellow tube to pee in and says, “Let’s find out then.”

Oh shit.

—

“Okay, so now that you’ve registered for citizenship and are certified alive, you’ll need to wait outside in the line on the left for housing and a work permit,” the doctor explains. She smiles at you. “Well, not you, mommy; you’ll be off work for at least a couple of days.”

This wasn’t happening; there had to be some kind of mistake. You couldn’t be pregnant. You glance at 10k, who was toying with the bandana on his head; he hadn’t said anything since two pink lines appeared on the stick the doctor dipped into your urine sample.

“I know this is a shock, but I do have more people waiting to be processed.”

You stand first. “Uh, thank you.”

Stepping out of the medical tent into the camp, you first spot Doc and Sarge, who are waiting for you both. “Fuck, we can’t tell them.”

10k nods in agreement, “we cannot tell them or anyone.”

You go over to retrieve your bags and weapons, which you made to hand over upon arrival. Soon as Doc waved over to you, you knew it would be impossible to keep a secret like this from him. 10k thinks the same because he says, “I don’t know how long I can be around him before I break.”

“We can tell Doc, but nobody else. I don’t want anyone to know anything until... I don’t even know.”

“Until we are finally sure things are safe?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Our team is our family; this affects them, and I don’t want to freak everyone out until it’s absolutely necessary. How are you feeling about it? Your head took a pretty hard hit when you hit the ground.”

10k Let’s take a deep breath. “I’m not going to lie; I’m terrified. But we’ve made it this far.” Seeing tears build in your eyes, he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead. “We’ve made it through much worse; we just need time to get our heads around it.”

Taking his hand, you walk towards Doc and Sarge in comfortable silence. Just as you reach them, George appears with a large smile on her face. “Hey guys, I’m glad to see you made it in. Did you get your work assignments?”

“Sure did.” Doc replies. “You’re looking at a future intake examiner. I guess they liked my bedside manner.”

“I’ve been assigned gate duty with the volunteer militia,” Sarge pouts.

“So have I,” 10k says.

Sarge seems a little happier that she and 10K have the same assignment, but she struggles to hide her disappointment. George picks up on it as well, “it’s only temporary. Once the referendum passes, you’ll be able to work anywhere in New America. I personally like Pacifia, my home, but there’s something for everybody.”

You liked the sound of that. Personally, you either wanted to live in an open area like a forest or a farmhouse. You knew it would be a long time before that day came, but having that goal reminded you how worthwhile all the shit you’ve been through was.

George’s dark eyes land on you. “What about you? What’s your work assignment?”

“I don’t have one yet,” you shrug.

George nods her head; she looks like she’s going to say something but notices the nervous glance between yourself and 10K and changes the subject. “Well, if there’s anything I can do—one moment.”

You watch as George orders men who are guarding the fences to be less rough on a woman who’s the new type of zombie. She calls for Dante to hand her one of those little black biscuits and feed it to the women, making her much calmer. Without those biscuits, camp would be screwed; it was the only thing that stopped people who had died from turning completely Z.

—

After a quick shower and a hot meal, you go with the rest of your group while they are on gate duty. You didn’t want your first day in the place to be alone, especially since you’d got an appointment for a scan later on that day. Even though the doctor confirmed you were with a child, you didn’t feel any different; the only difference you felt now was a massive weight pressing down on you for keeping it a secret. But knowing so many things could go wrong, it was best to keep it quiet for now. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“Warren! Murphy!”

“Oh my god! Roberta! You are indestructible! Look at your hair,” Doc says, pulling a brunette into a hug.

It takes you a few seconds to fully register. Warren was standing in front of you. She was alive. You jump to your feet and rush towards them. “I can’t believe Murphy actually found you. I was so sure both of you were gone.”

Warren hugs you tightly. “I’m glad to see you. I’m so glad you guys made it this far; I was worried I’d never get the chance to see any of you again.”

Whatever happened to Warren when she supposedly died changed her hair back to its natural color. You liked it; she looked more like herself again. Murphy’s skin still remained bright red. Although Altura was the longest zombie-free outpost in North America, you couldn’t shake the niggling feeling that it could all change now that Murphy had arrived. Seconds after the thought crosses your mind, Murphy causes a scene by refusing to go for his examination.

Seeing Dante step forward, you jump in between them and say, “Listen, he’s got a phobia of scientists.”

Doc starts to try and defuse the tension but stops talking when Warren and George smile at each other. They walk towards each other and hug. It turns out they were old friends who saved each other's lives at the start of the apocalypse.

—

The outpost was more impressive than you first realized; it even had its own bar—not that you could drink for a long time, but it was nice that others could. When you first entered the bar, you were pleasantly surprised to meet Simon Cruller, better known as Citizen Z. It was crazy to think how many times he’d saved your asses without ever actually meeting you.

“Oh my god, what is that?”

You try not to barf as a citizen places down a large glass of green tequila before sitting down beside 10k and saying, “Do not let me drink this; I have a wife and kid.”

10k tilts his head and looks at you with wide eyes; you could already see the sweat gathering at his hairline. You had agreed to sit down with Doc and gently break the news to him that night, then, in a few days, tell the others, but the unknown elephant in the room had caught the attention of Sarge, Simone, and Doc, who were all staring at the two of you, waiting for one of you to say something.

Doc suddenly lunges forward, “Reds alive! She’s here with some dude, and they have a kid!”

Before either of you can answer, glass shatters from the other side of the bar, and two drunk men begin to shove each other while arguing. Sarge and Simone go to intervene, while Doc stays behind. A baby? How long have you been apart from her? Keeping track of time in the apocalypse was never easy.

“Sorry kids, I thought you would be over the moon to—”

10K suddenly lunges forward, downing the green tequila he burns loudly before wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He looks at Doc and blurts out, “Astra’s pregnant, with a baby!”

Doc leans back into his chair and says, “Oh my god, I mean congratulations. You guys must be—”

“Terrified.”

“Nauseated.”

“What’s going on, gang?” Warren asks, walking towards you.

“Nothing, nothing,” 10k scrambled to his feet. “I need some fresh air.”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

—

“You guys should go talk to her,” Sarge says, motioning her head in the direction Red was going.

While walking around the stall area, Sarge caught up with you and 10K; if she sensed something was going on, she never let on.

“Yeah, it would be nice to catch up with her and find out how she vanished into thin air.”

You start to approach her first, watching as she smiles brightly and talks to someone, but when a man hands her a baby wrapped in blankets, you quickly turn and head in another direction. It was too much. Starting a new life, finding out you were growing a new life, Warren coming from the dead, and now seeing Red with a family—it was too much for you to process at once.

“Astra! Astra, wait!”

You run until you start to feel physically sick and sit down on a patch of grass. Pulling your chest up to your knees, you quietly sob. You lose track of how long you’re sitting for; you only lift your head when footsteps approach from behind. “I’m sorry, Tommy.”

“No need to be sorry.”

“Red?” You wipe away your fallen tears and stand, saying, “You’re really here.”

“And you’re alive!” She rushes over and embraces you in a hug that you desperately needed. “I spoke to 10K; just to be clear, I’m not married, but here you are. Congratulations.”

You pull back and chuckle. “I’d say I wish you were there, but it was kind of chaotic.”

“Isn’t it always? What kind of wedding was it?”

“It was a spur of the moment, word-dying type of wedding.” She laughs, thinking it’s a joke. “Red, I’m so sorry about everything that happened before you left. I’ve missed you so much; I should never have left you and taken off like I did.”

She offers you a kind smile. “What’s done is done. Now we can only look to the future, and for the record, I’m sorry too.”

You squeeze her hand, “friends.”

“Fri— what was that?”

You both look over to the building the voting was going on in to see smoke coming out from the side of it. “I think a bomb just went off.”

Carver sisters missing each other

@topazy Inside, outside

Shout out to the Carver sister angst! It hurts like hell 😭🤣

Line Without A Hook: Chapter 4 (Warphy)

When she finally came back to consciousness she didn’t open her eyes. “Did I die?” Warren asked herself as she felt that under her was a soft and pillowy material, she dreaded opening her eyes to see where she was until she heard a sound that made her eye open like saucers, “Stupid whale, how do I get it to move!” it was a little girl holding a Nintendo DSi, Warren went stiff when she saw her, she had sandy blond hair, pale skin with freckles and dark green eyes and a smile with a gap between her two front teeth, like Lucy if she had been 100% human. The little girl quickly realized someone was watching her and saw Warren, “SHE’S AWAKE! SHE’S AWAKE!” the girl yelled standing up and running towards someone, Warren was still hazy but panicked. She tried moving to stand up but she felt a sharp pain in her right ankle the moment she tried to stand and she just fell backward onto where she used to be “Wow wow, calm down Yaar, your ankle is twisted and you’re still connected to Intravenous, and I don’t want to make Sam fix that shit again” said a voice with an interesting accent coming towards her, she saw that it was a man, He had tan skin and brown short hair with big light brown eyes, “I-I- where am I?!” Warren asked trying to clear her very confused head, The man smiled and answered “You were out cold for 3 days, You’re on our couch and this is our Bus House” she raised an eyebrow at the term Bus House “And you are…?” Warren asked again, “I am Kunal Chauhan and this is-” Kunal was cut off by the little girl jumping onto the couch next to her “I’m Andromeda, but you can call me Andy” the girl answered jumping off the couch again “yes, and I take it that you are a military unit or soldier” added Kunal pointing at Warren, Warren looked at him a bit shocked “How did you know?” she inquired, Kunal shrugged “The bags we found you with had a machete with the label, Lieutenant Warren, I suppose that is you?” he asked this time, “Yeah you guessed right, and I suppose that you are not from here” Warren said “The accent says a lot” she added. Warren for the first time actually looked at Kunal and noticed a couple of things, First of all: His clothes, he was wearing a sleeveless lavender shirt that said Not Size Queen but can be impressed., with white knee-length shorts, and flip-flops, a very strange look for the apocalypse. Second of all: His appearance, he was rather short but stocky, wore Black nail polish with thick golden bangles on his wrists, and also wore black eyeliner. And Lastly: He didn’t have a sing scratch or bruise on him, the weirdest sight to see these days. Warren cleared her throat and tried to ask politely “Why are you so… you know, not scratched up?” Kunal tried to stifle a giggle or chuckle but answered “I’ve never had to fight against the Z’s or that kind of stuff, I’ve always been more of a Homebody, even in the apocalypse” Warren looked at him confused, ¿what did he mean that he never fought the Zombies? “Wha-What do you mean? Everyone’s fought and killed those things” she asked more, not embarrassed anymore to start asking questions “I was never able to, so Sam just made me stay in one place or in the car we were using since day 1” Kunal answered walking towards what seemed to be a kitchen built into the bus “Who’s Sam?” “Sameer, He’s my Best friend, my Yaar, my Dude,” Kunal said opening a cabinet, Warren suddenly felt like she had to do something but she couldn’t, she was couch-bound “Andy, can you radio in the guys to see if they can find more supplies before we leave!” He shouted, Warren was confused again cause Andy had disappeared again, “But I’m fixing the other radio!” Andy answered suddenly popping out of a curtain where the driver’s area was “and we need to be stocked up, it gonna be 5 full days of driving, hoping we don’t need to stop to pry a Zombie out of the wheel well” he shot back, Warren looked at the girl who just groaned and walked over to a large Long distance radio, she could see her own broken radio next to it, popped open and with a screwdriver stuck in it. “Alpha Delta Kilo Sierra to Dion, you there Di?” said Andy pressing a button and speaking to a microphone, Warren waited in silence until she heard some unnatural and guttural growling, like a zombie’s “g҉h҉a҉r҉g҉a҉h҉g҉A͓̽n͓̽d͓̽y͓̽g҉a҉h҉r҉g҉r҉g҉h҉g҉a҉r҉  ” was all that came through the radio, Andy smiled wide and laughed “Hey Di, could you tell Sameer to look for all the supplies they can, since we’re leaving tomorrow,” she said as if she didn’t just hear the most horrible sound come from the radio, Waren just heard as there was a lot of shuffling over the radio until an actual voice came throat “WHAT!? You decide till now to tell me, we’re already on the edge of the woods” complained a man's voice, it had a similar accent to Kunal’s but sounded a bit more fluent in English, “Yeah, please just get the supplies and get here. Over and Out” Andy answered and closed the channel “There, happy now?” said Andy with a very sarcastic tone to Kunal, Warren scoffed and commented “If I spoke to my parents like that, I would get an ass whopping” Andy made a face and shot back a comment that she did not expect from a girl this young “They aren't my parents, so I can do what I want”, Andy picked up Warrens radio to keep working on it when a paper the size of a burner phone fell out of the carry bag, “Hey who’s this? He looks weird,” said andy picking up the paper, it wasn’t a paper, it was a polaroid. Warren signaled Andy to give her the picture and in a single second her heart fell to her stomach, It was Murphy but he didn’t look like Murphy, at least not the one she knew. The photo was obviously old, Murphy had his not-red-skin tone, but his hair was slicked back and he had no facial hair, and the main difference was his face, his blue eyes shined and he had a wide grin on, even if it seemed to be a mugshot. Warren made a small sad smile and mumbled an answer “That’s who I’m looking for, my friend Alvin Murphy, he’s been lost for 6 months or so ¿where did you get this?" Andy’s eyes went wide and she started to flick her fingers and rock herself on the heels of her feet “I-It fell out of your radios bag! I know someone named like that! I know some-” she was cut short by the bus house's door opening. There was a tall man with Dark tan skin and dark brown eyes in a military green button-up with a black scarf, black pants, and brown work boots “Finally, she’s awake!” he yelled dropping a large axe he had in hand on the floor and walking toward Warren. "I'm Sameer, the one who had to put this splint and stick a needle with fluids into you, I hope you are feeling less shitty" He introduced himself as he bent down to look at the fluid bag IV she was connected to, as he moved to check her ankle splint he was suddenly pulled back by his unruly, straight, black hair. Kunal was yelling in what Warren identified as Hindi and had Sam grabbed by the hair looking at him in his face, "Idiot, mainne tumase kaha tha ki chataee par apana bloody boots ponchh do, tum poore galeeche par blood lag jaoge!" Kunal yelled pulling Sam's hair more, trying to make the man look at his face "Fuck, tum paagal ho Kunal, jaane do!" Sam complained trying to stand straight and get his hair free from Kunal's grip, this was the first moment she noticed that Sam was a good full foot taller than Kunal, and Kunal was a few inches taller than her. Warren looked towards Andy and the little girl just shrugged "Kunal´s complaining that Sam didn't clean his blood-smeared boots before he went inside" she explained closing the curtain of the driver's cabin. After what seemed to be half an hour or so of Sam and Kunal arguing over those bloody boots, progress was finally made"Fucking fine! I'll clean my boots, you never make the others do that..." Sam finally accepted and went outside of the bus "Well that's cause I don't need to tell them they do it on their own" Kunal retorted and went back to the kitchen, "Who's the Others?" asked Warren, who were these Others that the talked about, Andy beamed and started ranting "Oh! There are 2 more of us, Dion, is the sweetest and braves guy I've known in all my life, it's only 7 years long so that says a lot" Warren smiled at the little girl, she's only ever known the apocalypse world, never saw the old world "And than we got our newest friend, He's a little weird and scared, but he's really strong! He was the one who found you!" Andy added, throwing her hands up in the air. Warren's eyes widened "What do you mean He found me? Who is this New Frie-" Warren was cut off by the loud sound of something landing on top of the bus "why didn't the roof move? something landed!" she asked worried about what the fuck had just dropped on the roof, Sam came back on the bus and just chuckled "Its a triple-decker bus, that's why, but don't be scared. It's only our friends" Warren sat up straight on the couch as the landing sound was heard again "Dion get in here! The lady woke up" Andy shouted as two figures dropped from a hatch in the roof.

Warren's eyes teared up as she saw one of the crouched figures, "Murphy?..."

i cant get this stupid ZNation crossover idea out of my head. It takes place during an alternate version of Season 2 Episode 9 "RoZwell"

Several months before the zombie outbreak, ZIM is captured by the government and transferred to Roswell, New Mexico. Just before the outbreak, he is put in a kind of stasis chamber for observation- the scientists never get a chance to come back for him when all hell breaks loose and he is soon forgotten.

Three years later, the Murphy gang arrive in Roswell and while exploring the underground base for supplies, come across the lab where ZIM has been in stasis for the entirety of the zombie apocalypse. He's let out, and ends up joining the Murphy gang since he has absolutely zero zombie apocalypse experience (minus mall zombies). He's kind of like a stray cat who just keeps hanging around.

Doc and 10K have a running bet for a while on whether or not ZIM's alien race is here to take over the Earth or not. Of course the gang eventually find out about ZIM's mission (pretty early on) and Warren tries to kick him out of the group since, you know, they're trying to save the human race and that's a huge conflict of interest.

His mission to destroy Earth is put on hold as he decides to help the gang find a cure- the zombies are taking all the glory of destroying the human race and ZIM can't have that. He has to SAVE the Earth so he can DESTROY it.

On top of all this, ZIM is trying to get into contact with his Tallest and dealing with PAK malfunctions as a result of government experimentation.

If you want more context, here's the entire RoZwell episode on youtube for free!

When you're trying to find content of one of your favorite shows, there's barely any, and the majority you find mischaracterizes the fuck out of all of the characters

Aura Charge (In Honor Of Akira Toriyama)

Z Nation / S2.EP9 - RoZwell

Z Nation

“This is a worldwide alert, standby for important information. The President is dead. This is an extinction scale event. Do not panic. Three years after the first infection, national governments have fallen. There is no cure.”

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Our summer vacation had been hijacked by a zombie apocalypse, and to make things worse, we found the only guy on the planet who could match Dash’s ego.

I’m back in Eerie for the summer with some fun stuff coming! Idk how many Eerie folk watch z nation but I hope this gives you a chuckle!

Murphy from Z Nation

Is an age regressor!

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver x sister reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, mentions of vomit

Chapter: 4.09

The moment the cellar doors slam shut, you rip the damp bandana from your mouth, letting clean air into your lungs. Your pit stop to look for supplies took a turn when a toxic gas that turned into foam appeared out of nowhere, forcing everyone to take cover. Warren and Sarge split off while the rest of you headed towards a shop that appeared to be open, but when a couple of Z’s appeared, you and 10k managed to lure them away and mercy them before taking shelter elsewhere.

“I think we are below a bar,” 10k says, his eyes observing the barrels of booze. He turns and looks at you in surprise as you start to pull your clothes off. His jaw tightened as you shimmered out of your soaking wet jeans. “What are you doing?”

“Stripping.” You laugh at the blush on his face. “I have clean clothes in my bag.”

You open your backpack and pull out a plastic bag, throwing the clothes you’d just been wearing inside. The dampness from the fog didn’t bother you, but being covered in zombie guts did. When you turn back around, you find 10k standing with his face inches from yours and his body bare aside from his boxers. He has a mischievous look on his face as he tucks strands of hair behind your ear.

“Tommy…”

He smiles and says, “We could be down here for some time.”

“Or not…So we better be quick,” you giggle.

He crashes his lips against yours, hooking his hands behind your thighs and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as you deepen the kiss. 10k pulls back; his eyes move around the darkened room until they land on a sleeping bag in the corner of the room. He walks over to it and places you back on your feet.

Clumsily, he pulls off his boxers before kneeling to the ground and kissing your stomach, his finger tracing the scar on your thigh. Both of your bodies were covered in scars, but the only one that you cared about was 10k’s bite mark. It was a constant reminder that he died.

“Hey!” Feeling a nip on your thigh you look down to see 10k grinning up at you, “Did you just—”

You stop talking when he places a kiss over your most sensitive area before hooking his fingers into the side of your pants. When your underwear hits your ankles, you kick it to one side before gently pushing 10k onto his back. You unclasp your bra while straddling him and say, “I’ve missed this.”

He locks eyes with you briefly before sucking at the skin along your collarbone and chest, leaving bruise-like marks. You didn’t necessarily just miss being able to have sex with your fiancé; you missed being able to spend any time alone with him more than anything. You regretted taking the days you lived in the treehouse in the forest for granted.

10k lets out a moan of pleasure as you sink onto him, his lips finding yours quick. Finding a rhythm was easy in that position; his hand comes forward and slips between your legs, causing you to let out your own moan of pleasure. It’s not long until you’re both chasing release, letting out a groan as you reach your high.

You collapse forward, your hands landing on either side of 10k’s head, both of you panting and sweating. He kisses you on the forehead and says, “I missed it too.”

—

You jolt up when you hear a banging noise close by. “Shit,” you hiss while scrambling for your clothes. “Z’s or other survivors?”

10k gives you a worried look while pulling his boxers back on. When the banging grows louder, he picks up his gun and aims it at the cellar door.

“Warren?”

Recognizing the voice, you quickly climb up the ladder. “Sarge, it’s Astra, don’t shoot!” You yell before unlocking it, and you hold it open for her to come in. It worries you that she’s alone, “what happened?”

“The foam became so thick it was hard to see, and I lost sight of Warren.”

“Warren’s tough; I’m sure she’ll be okay,” 10k says, lowering his gun.

Sarge looks between the two of you and scrunches up her nose when she takes in the sight of you both in nothing but underwear. “Seriously?”

You try your best to hold back a laugh. “How-oh-shit,” you point at the foam starting to leak through the door. “It looks like we need to move fast.”

—

You, 10k, and Sarge manage to make it to a barber shop, where Doc and Murphy are currently taking shelter with four other men, including Sketchy and Skeezy. It amazed you that they had survived so long. Unfortunately, the two other men were in the middle of robbing the barbers when you arrived, but the three of you didn’t notice until it was too late. The foam was becoming thicker and more toxic; 10k had inhaled some of it, which was causing him to vomit. You quickly pass him a bucket and look the other way; you only turn back around when you hear the cock of a gun.

“This is still a robbery!” A short, bald man says, pointing the gun in Doc’s direction, but Sarge charges him, causing a fight to break out. During the commotion, you stand with your back to the wall beside Murphy in the back room to try and avoid the bullets being fired. The fighting only stops when a naked, deformed-looking Z runs into the room and knocks Sketchy and Skeezy to the ground. A very tall, bulky man named Tiny stamped on Z's head, crushing its skull.

“Oh shit man!” Skeezy says he's panicked and pulls the back of his collar down. “She bit me! She bit me!”

—

Tiny and his bald companion, whose name kept changing between Sal and Tony, pulled their guns out, and you and 10k slowly started to back away before another fight broke out. Doc was trying his best to calm the situation while Sarge chimed occasionally, supporting the bald man’s plan of cutting off Skeezy and Sketchy’s arms and legs.

If it wasn’t for 10k protectively pushing you behind him, you would have suspected the whole thing was a hallucination.

“Stop! We're going to do this the old-fashioned way,” Murphy says, stepping into the middle of the room. “It sucks, but fate has chosen to screw you. We play by one rule. Survival of the fittest We toss him out in his ass, and let Darwin do the rest.”

Sketchy looks at him appalled, and let’s put in a loud gasp. “Murphy, how could you? We're talking about Skeezy here.”

Murphy turns to look at you and says, “Astra, out of the two of them, which one did we almost kill?”

You didn’t need any time to think before answering; you still got chills thinking about that day. “I headbutted Skeezy, then you hit him on the head with a brick.”

Sarge gives you a shocked look and asks, “Why?”

“He was being a creep.”

After some debating, it was decided that it would come to a vote on whether Skeezy could stay inside or be forced out into the toxic foam. Before the final vote could be cast, two men entered the bar, both of them projectile vomiting. They seemed odd; both of them were talking in fake English accents and were wearing sombreros.

When they stopped throwing up, the two men came in and immediately grabbed Skeezy and started to push him out of the door. It was obvious you’d missed a lot before arriving. “Wait! Wait!” Sketchy smiles at Skeezy and then gives him a very passionate kiss. “I just had to, before you go.”

Skeezy smiles at him and says, “I love you.”

“I know.”

You raise your brow at them for quoting Star Wars. You were starting to wonder if you’d be better off taking your chances with the Zs at this rate. The men toss Skeezy out, and he screams violently as he dies... of something.

When the screams stop, one of the new robbers pulls out his gun and demands everyone strip. Sarge eyes you suspiciously, noticing the fresh hickies on your body and lets out a snort, “Twice in one day? Lucky me.”

Murphy shakes his head and tuts, “You two are like feral rabbits.”

You roll your eyes at his tone of disgust and return your attention to the two men holding you hostage. Neither of them seemed to have planned this far ahead and were trying to figure out a plan.

Sketchy starts to beg them not to take him to the basement, making them take you down towards it. You notice the nervous look on Doc’s face as he asks, “What’s in the basement?”

He mouths ‘Z's.’ Oh shit. The doors to the basement open seconds later, and Zs pour from them. You retreat back up the staircase as the dead devour the new set of robbers. Tiny and Tony/Sal shoot the Z's, then return to holding you all hostage.

When the door to the shop begins to rattle, Sketchy motions for you to step back from it. Seconds later, a sharp pole lands in the chests of the men holding you hostage, killing them, and Skeezy walks back into the barbershop.

You look between Sketchy and Skeezy and say, “Was this whole thing planned?”

The two slightly unhinged men explained the whole thing was a set up so they could take over the barbershop. You stare at them dumbfounded and say, “We need to find Warren.”

—

When morning comes, you find Warren standing on a bridge, looking slightly confused. She doesn’t say much, but you follow in the direction of Route sixty six.

Line Without A Hook: Chapter 3 (Warphy)

(A little bit of a Filler, will post chapter 4 instantly after)

Why the fuck was it taking so long, It’s been a week and 2 days since she went looking for Murphy, she could feel him, but every time she starts feeling closer he suddenly feels far away. It felt like a fucking wild goose chase. But Warren wasn’t giving up, she didn’t give up when she was getting him to California, or saving his ass from Zona, and he didn’t give up when she got lost after Black Rainbow.

Warren started rationing food, as she knew that this was going to get longer. “Fuckin’ great, no food left” she groaned as she emptied out her backpack on the one week and 5 days mark, she tried to find a town or abandoned place to see if she could find something, but nothing was found, she was in the middle of the woods. She was living off only water when she noticed that she was finding more zombies and bodies along where she walked, one of the bodies she recognized, it was one of the blends, the little girl blends Dad. The words she said to Murphy before he left rang in her ears “Take care of them.”.

At the two-week mark, she finally felt hopeless, the water ran out and the Radio had broken after a particularly feisty Zombie attack. She knew that she could only last 3 or so days without water, no matter if she was already technically dead. So there she was, Hungry, dehydrating, and lost in the middle of what was presumably the Canadian woods.

3 days passed and she was just barely alive, maybe it was the technic deadness or the Murphy DNA in her that kept her alive and kinda conscious, but she was feeling the weakest she had ever been, even worse than the time they ran out of water and Murphy had to save their asses from dehydration and starvation. She just wandered around the woods looking at the countless bodies near her, some of the zombies and some of the survivors, and just feeling for the first time in a while, lost, alone, and scared. Warren dragged herself to sit against a tree and leave her stuff there, she let out a shaky breath as she mumbled “So this is how I’m gonna die, alone, starving, dehydrated, and scared…” her vision started to blur and she didn’t seem to notice that tears started to fall down her face “I-I’m sorry Murphy, I broke that promise I made. Alvin, Forgive me please…” she whispered into the air as she closed her eyes, giving up on going forward. She felt as if she had started to fall asleep when she felt a sharp pang in her head and her eyes went wide open, she heard wrestling in the nearby trees and a low rumbling sound, like a truck. “Oh hell no” she thought as she went into survival mode and started running, Warren couldn’t even see right as her vision was still blurry and she was very disoriented but she kept running now hearing clearly that the wrestling was actually running, “Fuck not one of these things!” she yelled as she kept running, she supposed a Mad Z had found her and completely forgot about the sound of a truck. Warren was terrified as she kept running, not even bothering to look behind her, even if she hadn’t run very far, she just ran til she felt a sharp pain in her head and next thing she knows she felt like something had dug into her ankle, she didn’t even know what happened til she felt something collide with her head. 

And the world went dark.

Fanwork Friday

New fanwork Friday post is up over on znationhq.dreamwidth.org! Come on over and join us! Highlight what you’ve enjoyed this week, pimp your own work, and/or ask for specific recs!

Comms I run on Dreamwidth

because I am nothing if not Sisyphean! 

Comms I Started:

Fear Street: fearstreet2021 [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - dedicated to all things related to the Netflix Fear Street movie series! Join us Fridays for Fic Rec Friday!

Stranger Things: harringrovers [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - a comm for Harringrove shippers to come talk about the ship, cross post fic, discuss the show in relation to said ship. Join us Fridays for Fic Rec Friday!

King Falls AM: kingfallsfans [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - For fans of the podcast King Falls AM to come and talk about the show, cross post fic, discuss theories, and so on!

Power Rangers/Super Sentai: pr2017 [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - Made in response to the 2017 Power Rangers movie, this comm is for fans of any iteration of Power Rangers or Super Sentai to come talk about the shows, cross post fic, and so on!

Z Nation: znationhq [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - A comm for fans of Z Nation to chat about the show, discuss theories, cross post fic, and so on! Join us Fridays for Fic Rec Friday!

Coming Soon:

General/Multifandom: ficreadersadvisory [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - a comm for discussion what works or doesn’t work for us in fic and strengthening critical analysis as well as just generally reccing things we like! Join us this coming week for our first Trope Scavenger Hunt!

Whyborne & Griffin/Jordan L. Hawk: knowsitsown [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - inspired by my reread of the Whyborne & Griffin series this is a comm that is open to any and all discussion of any of Jordan L. Hawk’s work, a place to discuss theories, cross post fic, etc. (I just have to put together the rules and some tags as well as a profile to get us started!)

Comms I Co-Run:

Eerie, Indiana: eerieindiana [dot] dreamwidth [dot] org - if you like this obscure little 90s kids show, this is the comm for you! Chock full of episode discussion, cross posted fic, theories, crossover thoughts, etc, it’s a great space for a great little fandom! Join us Fridays for Fic Rec Friday!

Things to look at before sending an ask

When sending in an ask, please make sure to include at least the bare minimum in according to this post. Anything goes except for pedophilia, but do make sure to include these;

What kind of writing partner you're looking for. Such as... a writer to post on ao3 with, a roleplay partner, a one-time partner for a one-shot, etc...

What fandom you write for, or if you're looking to create an original work. Get as specific as you want, and feel free to include a relationship between niche characters.

Mention if this is a SFW, NSFW, or Dead Dove venture.

State where you can be contacted, such as an email, discord, tumblr account...

An example of what an ask may look like;

Hi there! I'm looking for a cowriter between the age 20-30 for a nsfw oneshot I had in mind. I can be found on this [email protected]. I'd like to work with a mildly experienced person with around 5-10works posted. The oneshot I wanna make with someone includes a relationship between Murphy from Z Nation and the reader, and I'd like for it to be in second person. It doesn’t matter who writes what. The one-shot doesn't have a word limit, but I'd like to write a lot (3k-6k words.)

Other things to mention...

Don't be discouraged if you don't get a response right away from someone! It may take a while for the right person to come across, so do be patient. When you send in an ask, it may take me a hot minute to post it since I'll be finding the right tags to put on the post.

This account is used as a 'midway' point to find people to message for co-writing, since it can be difficult to find the right people without help. If you don't know if you should send an ask for a co-writer, this blog will always be here unless stated otherwise. Also keep in mind that it is a LOT easier to write with another person than doing a work alone... or, at least in my case. Also also, if you're still unsure but decided to make an ask, don't be afraid to do a little 'test fic/work' with someone that contacts you!

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