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I was in a zombie apocalypse and when I finally got bit, it cured my social anxiety.
#dream#zombie apocalypse#apocalypse tw#zombie#zombies#horror#zombies tw#zombie tw#bite#cure#social anxiety#anxiety
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Trying out a new brush by drawing @wolfythewitch 's zombie au :]
#philza#wilbur soot#zombies tw#zombie au#dsmp au#dsmp#dream smp#my art#sombralunaart#sleepy bois inc
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October Horrorthon - Top Horror Movies
Train To Busan (2016) dir. Yeon Sang-ho
“It'll be safe in Busan.”
#train to busan#kdramasource#horroredit#filmgifs#movieedit#moviegifs#horrorthon#top horrorthon#blood tw#gore tw#zombies tw#body horror tw
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it had taken the man some time to recognize that his scenery had changed. it had taken him some time to realize that in this different world, he did not have to worry about swarms of the undead harming him or the one person worth protecting in his life: FRANK. frank was all that he needed. so long as he had his husband around, bill would find a way to make things OKAY. frank had proven to him that he was capable of crafting meaningful friendships, like those that he had created with joel and tess. all it took was some level of vulnerability, which he usually struggled with. bill was in the process of building a SURVIVALIST BUNKER when he heard a person's footsteps approaching. "you should turn around and keep walking," bill suggested, his paranoia trumping any of his inclinations toward politeness. "there's nothing to see here."
@walstarterblog
#🍷 ( BILL ) not today you new world order jackboot fucks.#wal: starter#death tw#zombies tw#mental health tw#paranoia tw#swearing tw
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Look out, it's Fran-kitty-stein!!!!
If you like em I'm selling little trinkets (like stickers, keychains, pins, and more) of them here in my shop! Please reblog if you like, it means a lot!
#three eyed cats in my living room#frankenstein#furry art#sfw furry#furry#victor frankenstein#frankenstein's monster#frankenstein's creature#frankenstein's creation#zombie tw#zombie trigger warning#zombies tw#zombies trigger warning
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Me trying to relax:
My brain:
#zombies tw#Savageland#lake mungo#ghosts#the only horror movies that actually scare me into needing the lights on
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Anyway, does anyone ever wonder if zombies would actually be a scary kind of thing since I'm pretty sure morticians sew their mouths closed like Billy from Hocus Pocus? So how can they bite you, you know? Thoughts.
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Memory. Memory. Me-mor-y. Richie mouths the word to himself, a silent sound pushing his lips apart and pulling them back together. Memory. The motel sheets are dry and scratchy, there's movement in the room next door. Memory.
Memory: always bleak, always unfunny. Potentially the least funny word in the English language and for that reason, ticklish and unfamiliar on Richie's tongue. He makes a face and listens to the hushed noises on the other side of his wall—love, palpable.
The wrinkles in his forehead twist and deepen. He thinks of memory as some dead thing risen, a zombie from one of those old horror flicks he’d catch well past his bedtime back in the 80s, flickering on his static-stricken television set. He can see it: memory a grotesque, unrecognizable body crawling over him, and love in the other room. It tears him open and he listens, to the ripping and the rearranging and the sharp, quickening breaths. What does he know of love, anyway?
Memory has ears that are in tact, a nose that he knows, and between bites Richie can almost make out the warmth of youth. It’s sweat-sticky skin, it’s candy-sweet breaths. But memory is more-so estranged, and these glimpses are overwhelmed by the smell of rot and pain—unbelievable pain.
He shouldn’t have come here. These motel walls are thin, so paper-thin, and love is on the other side, drifting off. He listens to the gentle rustle of sheets, finding and touching, to himself, being eaten alive, and stuffs a large fist into his broken mouth, muffling a sob.
Memory should have stayed a six letter word in his father’s Sunday morning crossword puzzle: m-e-m-o-r-y.
Memory should not have picked up the phone.
#Richie Tozier#mine#body horror#(mild)#zombies tw#heard it was Richie’s birthday. deeply sorry I would have written something else if I’d known xoxo
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How would they deal with a zombie situation or Halloween apocalypse?
For Kento!
@the-haunted-office
Meme / Accepting!
Funny you should ask that, Kento in main canon literally was killed by someone infected with an inert zombie virus, and could have been infected with it by them. So by all rights he'd be one of the first to rise as part of the living dead.
Assuming he's alive though there's two main scenarios I can see
1. He's with Murkywater. In the beginning stages he'd stay with Murkywater as they attempt to safe guard their locations and hoard resources for themselves. However they'd likely get overran (in which case he'd die alongside them, trying to protect his men); or they start becoming bandits, in which case he'd betray them and take would he could with him to give to more innocent people. Afterwards I can see him becoming a lone wanderer.
2. He's free of Murkywater. He'd be fast to pull together anyone he trusts into a group and focus on their survival. Eventually I think he'd found a community and be a rather effective leader of it.
Other apocalypses would follow similar trends of him either trying to protect his people in Murkywater or as much humanity as he can. Ultimately he's somebody who cares deeply and personally for humanity and would do anything in his power to protect it, the consequences to himself be damnned.
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End of The Line
Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier
Word Count: 2260
TW: Zombies, Hurt/Comfort, Main Character Death, Implied Reader Death, Friends to Enemies
Bucky found you curled up in a window seat in one of the empty cars near the back of the train. You had a far-off look in your eyes as you stared at the landscape flying by outside. Bucky sighed as he walked over and sat in the seat next to you, gently taking your hand. You looked over and gave him a small smile.
“Hey.”
“Hey, doll. You okay?”
“Yeah, I just needed to get away for a little while. Being around everyone can be a little overwhelming at times.”
Bucky scoffed. “Tell me about it.”
“And don’t get me wrong, I love the kid, but….. the way he treats this whole situation sometimes….” you trail off, shaking your head.
“I know. He’s just trying to stay positive, but he needs to learn to read the room.”
You both sat in silence for a moment before you whispered, “Hey, I’m sorry about Sam. Okoye told me what happened.”
Bucky sighed. “I mean, I feel bad of course, but I never really got the chance to know him that well. I guess he had gotten close with Steve, but honestly, I only met him a couple times. Just once kicking his ass as the Winter Soldier, and then again in Berlin. He stuck his neck out for me and I’m grateful to him, but you knew him better than I did. And besides, we technically lost him weeks ago. That thing wasn’t really him anymore, just something the virus made him into………… But I’m sorry about Happy.”
You nodded sadly. “I mean, it always hurts to lose someone else, but ever since Tony……. Well, Happy and I had gotten even closer recently. So, yeah, this one hurts a bit more.”
Bucky knew that as the SHIELD agent assigned to keep an eye on Tony when he had first become Iron Man, you had known Happy for almost ten years. You had always spoken very highly of him and thought he was an often forgotten or overlooked asset to the team. He had also been the last remaining link you had to that part of your life. First Tony, Nat, and Barton, then Rhodey and Pepper, and just a few days ago, Fury had fallen. Happy had been your last link to your pre-Avengers life and now….
Bucky wrapped his metal arm gently around you and pulled you close to his side. He knew, through everything, you always tried putting on a brave face. You never let yourself break down as you tried to be the rock the rest of the team could lean on. However, he also knew that because of this, you blamed yourself that much more for every person they lost. As you sadly laid your head against his shoulder, Bucky wished he could take some of that burden from you. He wished he could just get you to stop worrying about everyone else for a moment and just focus on yourself.
“Speaking of the kid, did I tell you he broke into my shower with Kurt last week to film one of those stupid survival videos?”
You looked up at Bucky, slightly confused. “No, I would have remembered if you’d mentioned that. Why did they want to film in your shower?”
“Apparently, hygiene is very important because zombies are attracted to pheromones produced from human flesh. However, people are, and I quote, ‘never more vulnerable than when you’re in your birthday suit’. So, Kurt ripped open the curtain while I was showering and tried one of his sneak attacks on me.”
You exploded with astonished laughter. “Wait, wait, wait…. So, you’re telling me they ambushed you in the middle of your shower? Like completely naked, all soaped up? And this is the moment Kurt tried to attack you?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“And you let them live? Oh my god, I’ve got to see this video!” You chuckled, a dazzling smile stretched across your face. It was the first time Bucky could remember seeing you truly happy since all of this started. Reaching out, he placed his free hand lightly under your chin as he pulled you in. When your lips met, Bucky could still feel the smile on your face.
When he eventually pulled away, you rested your forehead against his and whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what, doll?”
“For everything. For picking me up when I need it most. For reminding me there is life beyond all this pain and suffering. For just being you.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you," he said. "You met me at my lowest point and yet somehow saw past the terrible things I had done to see the man that I used to be, that I wanted to be again. You helped me to be strong enough to face my past while also striving for my future. You gave me something to fight for, and I promise to keep fighting for you every single day, fighting for us.”
Bucky pulled your lips into his once more but while your last exchange had been sweet and tender, this one was passionate and hungry. The two of you had spent months alone together in Wakanda while Bucky was being deprogrammed but this was the first time since the virus started that you had allowed yourselves such an intimate moment. Every frantic kiss pulsed with affections that were too complex, too intense to put into words. Each caress was filled with endless love and devotion as you each tried to express what the other meant to you. As you tangled your fingers into Bucky’s hair and pulled him deeper into you, a moan rumbled in his throat. Sliding your lips to his ear, you breathed, “Hey soldier, how about we –”
A sudden scream from the back of the train brought you both to your feet in seconds. “Sharon,” Bucky exclaimed as he took off towards the sound, you close on his heels.
Bursting through the door of the caboose, the two of you stumbled to a halt. There was little you could do but watch in dismay as the dark form hunched over Sharon’s unmoving body bent to take another bite out of her neck. Even in the dim lighting, you both recognized the intruder.
“I think you’ve had enough, Cap.” Bucky said as he stared miserably at what was left of his best friend. Even with the blueish-green skin, the patches of decayed flesh, and glowing yellow eyes, Bucky could still see the man he used to be and he hesitated. Despite the comment he had just made to you about these creatures no longer being the people they once were, he couldn’t help but wonder. The entire reason they were even on this train was in the pursuit of a cure. If there was one, if they could find it, was there still a way to save Steve?
But then he felt your hand rest softly on his back and Bucky snapped back to reality. It ultimately didn’t matter if there was a way to save Steve. Right now, this virus was making him a threat to the train full of people Bucky cared about, and Bucky wasn’t going to risk losing anyone else on the small chance that a cure might eventually be found.
Besides, the Steve he knew would have never hurt him. In fact, Steve had almost let Bucky kill him when Bucky had been the Winter Soldier just because he refused to give up on his best friend. And, truthfully, Bucky was still willing to die for Steve. If his death meant that Steve would miraculously return to his former self, he would have laid down his life in a second. But the reality of the situation was if Bucky didn’t fight back, it would not only mean his death, but there was a good chance it would mean the death of everyone else on the train. Fighting one undead super soldier was going to be hard enough, fighting two would be next to impossible. So, against every instinct in his body, Bucky raised his gun at the fallen hero.
The creature that used to be Steve (it was easier for Bucky to think of it as a creature than his friend) snarled when it noticed the two fresh new victims at the other end of the train car. It raised an all too familiar shield, dripping with blood and gore, and charged towards its next meal. Bucky opened fire as he rushed to meet him. The bullets bounced harmlessly off the shield and the two soldiers soon collided in a tangle of fists and metal. The creature still had all of Steve’s former knowledge and abilities but with an added savagery to his fighting that Bucky wasn’t expecting. Several times gnawing teeth just barely missed grazing Bucky’s skin. Finally, Bucky found an opening and kicked the creature firmly in the chest, sending it flying backward.
Just then, the thing that had once been Sharon Carter lunged at Bucky’s side. Using his metal arm, he effortlessly threw her to the ground behind him. He heard a shot and, glancing back, he saw you put two more bullets into its head. However, this momentary distraction was enough for creature Steve to once more charge at Bucky, sending them both toppling to the floor. Bucky struggled frantically to keep the chomping jaws away from him, but the virus had made the creature too strong. Just as Bucky thought he was done for, you launched yourself at the creature. You cried out as your momentum sent both of you skidding across the floor towards the open rear door. As soon as you came to rest, you rolled quickly to the side to escape the creature, but it stood and began advancing on you.
“Hey!” Bucky yelled. The creature turned towards him with a growl. Ripping the shield from its arm, it chucked it hard at the soldier. Bucky caught it with ease and whirled it back the direction it came from. The creature didn’t even react as the shield sliced cleanly through its body before lodging itself in the doorway of the train. Bucky took one last look at his friend as Cap split in two and tumbled from the train. He slowly walked over to the door and looked out. “Sorry, pal. I guess this is the end of the line.”
And with that, Bucky yanked the shield from where it was wedged in the doorway. He stared down at it mournfully for a moment before securing it carefully to his back. He knew that someone had to carry on Steve’s legacy, but he had never wanted to carry the shield. He hadn’t wanted to carry it even back in 1945 when Steve had first received it or when, months later, he had been forced to use it on that train in the mountains. Right before his life went to hell. God damn, he hated trains!
“Bucky….”
He turned away from the door and his heart stopped in his chest. Your arm was outstretched and Bucky could clearly see the deep, bloody imprint of Steve’s teeth on your skin. He rushed to your side, desperately chanting, “No, no, no, no.”
“I’m sorry. He had you pinned down, and I thought I could…… He was just too fast.”
Bucky could feel your skin already becoming cold and clammy beneath his fingers, the virus circulating quickly through your body, helped by all the adrenaline in your system. He prodded the wound gently with his metal fingers. “Does it hurt?”
“At first, but now it’s just kind of numb…… and it is spreading.” You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. You both knew what this meant, but neither of you wanted to be the first to say it.
“You’ll be fine. Do you hear me? We should be at Camp Lehigh soon and they’ll have the cure. You just need to hold on a little longer and we can fix this.”
“Bucky, there’s not enough time. The virus is progressing too quickly. I can feel it.” You gazed longingly at him, resting your hand gently on his cheek as you tried to memorize every inch of his face. At that moment, all he wanted to do was sweep you up in his arms, press his lips against yours, and never let go. He wanted to go back to the way the two of you had been just moments ago, wrapped in each other’s loving embrace. And he could see that you felt the same way. But you both knew that the virus mainly spread through saliva, and that even the smallest peck could doom Bucky to a similar fate.
So instead, you backed away from him, stopping only once you were framed in the doorway he had just knocked Steve out of. “I need you to do something for me, okay? Don’t give up. There are other people here who need you to fight for them, just as hard as you have always fought for me. I know you can do this. You were strong before we met, and I need you to stay strong after I’m gone. Please, promise me.”
Bucky stared at you, a look of longing and pain etched on his face. “Doll…. Please…. I’ve lost everyone else I love, I can’t lose you too.”
“I’m so sorry, Buck. I love you so much, but don’t you get it? You already have.” And with that, you leaned back, allowing your body to topple off of the train.
#sfw repost#fic#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#winter solider#winter solider x reader#winter soldier x you#sebastian stan#captain america#marvel#what if#marvel what if#zombies#bitten tw#zombies tw#main character death tw#reader death tw
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My fellow survivors during a zombie apocalypse found a large guinea pig and it was deemed the camp pet.
When the camp had an outbreak, instead of running for my life, I was desperately trying to convince the guinea pig that letting me pick it up was a much better option than getting eaten. It didn’t seem to agree.
#dream#text#survivor#zombie#zombie apocalypse tw#zombie apocalypse#zombie tw#zombies#zombies tw#apocalypse tw#apocalypse#guinea pig#camp#pet#queueueueueueueueueueueueueue
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None More Goth #4 — "Meteora Blues" by Yves Tumor + Alex Summers
*'None More Goth' is a fanart series I'm doing combining songs from Steve Foxe's list of influential music with characters and situations from Dark X-Men, the comic he is writing.
#alex summers#havok#none more goth#yves tumor#meteora blues#blood tw#zombies tw#throwback thursday#my art#2023 art
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frank had surprised him the first time. it was because of his husband that bill had learned that things outside of survival MATTERED. it was important to repaint houses and to repair local shops, even if the undead had laid claim to their world. as frank had done to him, bill placed his hands in front of his lover's closed eyes, leading him forward and making sure that he did not trip. when he removed his hands, bill revealed a beautiful STRAWBERRY PATCH. "you aren't the only one who can be ROMANTIC, you know," bill flirted good-naturedly. "i want to GIVE YOU THE WORLD." he wanted to make sure that this new universe would treat frank impeccably well.
@xtinyslip
#🍷 ( bill ) not today you new world order jackboot fucks.#🎹 ( BILL & FRANK ) and i think i'm gonna love you for a long long time.#zombies tw#food tw
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Her statement made Rose pause. Resurrect him? Somehow the thought had never occurred to her. It couldn’t be that easy. There had to be a catch. She thought about her mother Diana, stumbling around the house in confusion every day. Was she willing to risk that Cain might end up in the same state? It might make her happy, Rose pondered. They’d be zombies, but they’d also be together again.
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SIMSTOBER - Day 2: Ghoulish
There’s a reason they don’t let Narcissa babysit.
#simstober challenge#simstober#arkhelios#narcissa soileh#ivy mishra#zombies tw#cannibalism tw#implied at least??
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Realizing your period just started like finding out someone in your zombie hunting group got bitten
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