@cherrytisane Sent me a request prompt for Namelesshipping zombies and I accidentally deleted the ask. I’m still working out how tumblr works. I posted it on my admin blog. aaaaaaaa
Pairing: Red x Green Oak
Warnings: Mild violence?
Red crouched down behind a counter, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow so it didn’t roll into his eyes when he needed his vision the most. He could hear the slight scuffle of feet against dirty tile flooring, tuning in to how many footsteps there were. He would estimate about five zombies in the small convenience store with him, he hadn’t seen them until he was already inside the store. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to calm himself down, focusing on the task at hand and those who were depending on him. He had to get food before he completely ran out, it was better to go scavenging when he wasn’t distracted by his own hunger. Once he felt like his heart had slowed down a good enough amount, Red cautiously peered over the counter.
It would likely be the best idea to just leave the store entirely, there were too many zombies in such an enclosed space for him to deal with. All he had was a baseball bat, which was better than nothing but not as reliable as a gun would be. He glanced over towards the door, there were two zombies blocking his way to it. He could take out probably one, but from how narrow everything was in this crowded store, it would be too dangerous and risky to take on two before the others joined in and effectively trapping him. He couldn’t rush, the zombies were unaware of his presence so he had some time, but he couldn’t stay in here forever. Crouching back down behind the counter, he assessed the things around him as if they would offer him some sort of idea.
There was nothing that offered some miracle, but he could improvise and take a chance.Grabbing a carton of cigarettes, he gathered up his willpower. This was dangerous and he would have to act fast, so it was best to formulate some sort of rough plan in his head before he snapped into action. Of course, in this world, he would have to be flexible in his plans as life would always find a way to poke holes through any well laid plan. Within an instant, Red hurled the carton of cigarettes over the counter as far and hard as he could in the opposite direction of him. Once he heard it hit the shelves, sending a few things clattering onto the ground to make enough noise, Red snapped into action. The zombies were distracted by the noise, the two blocking his path had turned towards it on instinct.
Red slammed his shoulder into one, shoving it into the other and sending them to the floor, but he didn’t waste time to finish the job as he burst out the door in a rush. He was panting heavily from the adrenaline. His head a little woozy, but that was normal for him, he just had to make it someplace safe so he could take a moment to wind down from it. In town wasn’t a safe place to ever linger in, he had to make a decision quickly. To stay and look for food or go home and try again tomorrow. He pressed himself down a side alley for a moment, keeping himself as alert as he could while the sound of his heart pounded loud enough he could hear it thrumming in his ears. He leaned against a dumpster to brace himself, he couldn’t handle excitement and fear very well. Having high anxiety with no medication in the post-apocalyptic world was hard on him, but he was stubborn when it came to the care of the things he loved.
Back home not too far from here, he lived in a small home, isolated from the world with his pet light orange cat named Pika. However, that wasn’t the only animal he was in charge of taking care of, a fluffy brown cat named Eevee who belonged to his boyfriend. A man who hadn’t been home in an entire week, who had stubbornly go out in search of some sort of medication for Red to help keep him from having panic attacks. Green was always the one to go out for supply runs by himself, refusing to let Red put himself in danger. It was rough and getting rougher, not knowing if Green would return. Red rested his forehead against his folded arms that settled on the rim of the metal dumpster, it was a bad time to be swarmed with these thoughts. Swallowing thickly, he tried to piece himself back together again before he fell deeper into this hole in the middle of a dangerous area.
With an exhale he straightened himself up, gathering himself as he prepared to continue his search for food. His confidence was short lived, though, when the plastic lid of the dumpster shot up, sending Red stumbling back in surprise. His hand flew up to his chest as if fearing his heart would leap out of it as it was pounding painfully fast. In his panicked attempts to escape the sight of the zombie lashing wildly out at him, Red stumbled over his own feet and fell back against the dirty concrete. Pain flared out over his body, his chest and left shoulder already had a crippling spike of pain but now it was accompanied by the ache from the back of his head where it had bounced off the concrete. In a dazed state, he knew he had to escape, to flee from the danger as he scrambled and pushed against the sidewalk.
He was frantic, unable to think when he felt his windpipe swell and constricting his airflow. It was like his entire body conspired against him as his blurry vision took in the sight of the zombie crawling out of the bin and falling onto the ground. Red had made it out into the center of the street and still he hadn’t managed to figure out how to get his legs under him, his legs were heavy and felt detached from his control. They could only work wildly without coordination to push him across the ground. He had to get himself under control but it seemed impossible when the edges of his vision narrowed, the inky blackness closing in and making him feel restrained. He felt something grab his leg and he opened his mouth to cry out in protest, but as always, he remained silent. Which was likely a good thing, considering any noise loud enough would attract more zombies.
Not that it mattered, all it took was one bite and he was done for and with the Zombie grabbing his leg, he only had seconds before that happened. There was a thump of a sound and Red yanked his leg, surprised at the sudden give even when he felt the hand still clamped about his ankle. Confused, he pushed back more, wanting more distance between him and the zombie. Beyond the beating of his heart, he could hear something else, something that happened again and again before stopping. There was nothing else for a moment until hands grabbed at Red’s arms and in his state of panic, Red tried to jerk himself away to freedom. However, those hands refused to release him and instead dragged him close, pulling him into a familiar warmth.
Red instantly latched onto the other male, seeking the comfort Green had to offer. Ever since childhood, Green had been there for Red. Without his medication, Green was one of the things that could calm him down along with their cats. He was alive and safe, the relief of it all came crashing down on him and quietly, he allowed himself to cry against Green’s shoulder. A hand gently rubbed at his back, even though Green was comforting him, soothing away the panic, he was still on alert. Red could feel how tense his was, he couldn’t blame him. If Green had been only a minute later, Red would’ve been gone. Green lowered his head, his tone low as he still wanted to be silent.
“Don’t ever do that again. Without you, I’d be the loser.”