I know the zombies just look like big black blobs but the zombies are like the Galra (kind of???) And I didn’t put too much thought into what they would look like before I drew this. It’s sort of modeled after them??
Yoongi and I are different as night and day; two completely divergent mindsets.
Living too long the gloomiest scenario, I always risk my neck, while Yoongi is cautious, being on the safe side. Funny thing how polar opposites clash.
It’s been over a year since the world ultimately crumbled down. Almost overnight, a dangerous virus spread across the world; everything happened so fast the scientists couldn’t even trace its source. At first, I thought of it as fake news, but before I realised the threat was real, the virus had become cosmopolitan.
On the day 3, the government informed the people about the danger. The virus is being transmitted via blood. Slowly, it penetrates the person’s veins, killing the host within twelve hours. When the body temperature drops by fifteen degrees, the victim goes through the second stage—the infected human being becomes a mindless creature with a strong urge to feed on people’s brains.
@seokvie This girl has got a whole fucking load of fics it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smutland wonderland your vag will cry in joy and pain
Costume (Hobi smut MY ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC I L O V E IT), View From 4-B (Hobi smut), basically all her Hobi smuts, Show Off (Wonho smut), Paradise (JB smut), JUST BINGE READ ALL OF THEM (i am also excited to read her new fic with jimin and assplay and lets just say my ass is ready but I DONT HAVE A KINK FOR ASSPLAY OK LET ME LIVE)
@kookingtae‘s Experimental Error (Tae smut I fucking died), The Switch (OT7 Smut holy hell this was one of the first bts smuts ive read and wow now you see why I really love them), Falling Into You (Jungkook smut GOD I LOVED THIS SO HARD) + the rest of her masterlist
Im so sorry I’m still sick and I’m getting tired and lazy so I just had to bunch up the rest HAHAHA but I hope this helps anon! And you will def not be disappointed in any of these ok they are amazing and beautiful and amazing and everytime I read their stories literally
in honor of the walking dead season 3 getting released the other day or so. i will write angsty headcannons ft the voltron crew. and possible reader. Part one will center around Lance because I realized I was writing a lot for him and decided to spilt it into parts.
It’s summer when the outbreak happens. Lance lives in Arizona, he’s seventeen at the time.
Lance was celebrating his youngest sister’s, Elizabeth, sixth birthday when his tio came running into the house, his smoking break cut short. Yelling at everyone to turn on the television. Lance was curious, because his tio was very determined to get a smoke in and wouldn’t cut it short for something stupid. So immediately he had everyone’s attention.
Lance’s mom cut on the tv and changed it to the news channel. The news anchors were talking about a weird disease outbreak that was affecting the recently deceased. They were told to stay indoors for now and lock the doors. The whole family was unsure what to do or think, the party was cut short and everyone went home. No one went past the fence to see what was on the other side. The neighborhood was eerily quiet and that lasted a few more days until Lance’s dad decided it was time to leave.
They were running low on food and he was going to go to the grocery store and visit Lance’s uncle. They waited anxiously for around two hours and then Lance’s dad came running into the house holding his neck, blood seeping through his fingers. They immediately all rushed to him, and his mother was cleaned the wound and trying to calm his dad down.
His dad told them about how the grocery store was completely abandoned along with the roads. It’s like everyone had ran away, it was a ghost town. So he went to his brother’s home and there was blood on the doorsteps, and that immediately caught his attention so be rushed inside to see if his brother was okay. His brother was on the ground hugging his knees, blood all over him. He reached down to help him up and was immediately attacked. His dad was trying to push him off but he was stronger then him. But he bit into his neck. His dad just remembers pushing him off of him and running back into the car.
Lance doesn’t know what to think. He’s shaking a little and his little sister, Elizabeth tugs on his sleeve and asks him what’s happening. He doesn’t even know what to say, and he responded truthfully, that he doesn’t know. His dad and mom go to their room to talk privately about what’s happening.
He doesn’t see them for the rest of the night.
Him and his older sister Gabriel have to make dinner and keep the younger two, Elizabeth and Andre from bothering their parents and keep them quiet. Lance wonders if the oldest out of all of them, Alex is okay.
At one point in the night Lance thinks he hears screaming and something slamming into the ground in the next room. But he blames it on his over reactive imagination.
He awakes to screaming the next morning. He immediately shoots up from the bed and runs into the other room to find his sister on the ground clutching her hand as blood slowly seeps from the wound. She’s sobbing and yells at Lance to run away with the others.
Lance hears her loud and clear but he still makes his way towards the room. Immediately upon entering his mother and father jump on top of Gabriel and she’s screaming. Andre and Elizabeth are sobbing and screaming. Lance yells at them to stay back.
His sister manages to push the two off and she yells at Lance. He tries to rush in but she pushes him back. She tells him to shut the door and leave with the kids immediately. To find their other family members. She slams the door shut.
All he can hear is screaming and the sound of flesh tearing. He slides down the door and brings his knees to his chest and chokes out a sob. His siblings are shaking and run towards him. He has blood on his shirt. He’s shaking and tears are running down his face.
The screaming stops after what seems like forever. He can hear groaning coming from the other side. The three of them stay huddled together sobbing and shaking quietly for an hour after it all happened. Lance can’t let his little brother and sister get hurt.
He stands up slowly and tells them to grab a backpack and pack only what they need. They are before 1pm, before nightfall. They nod and slowly get up to do so.
Lance heads to his room, he cleans the blood off of him and cleans his face. He throws off the bloody shirt, he can’t even look at it. He grabs a backpack and packs a few extra pairs of clothes. Some small items that hold a special meaning to him. Family photos. Essential things. He then goes into the kitchen and packs the remaining food and grabs water bottles. His siblings come into the room bags packed and dressed out of their pajamas.
Lance tells them to sit on the couch for a minute while he does some last things. He grabs a pen and paper and begins writing, “My mother, father, and sister are in this room. Please don’t hurt them.”. He tapes it to the bedroom door and even goes as far as to go out back and grab planks of wood and puts it over the door. To make sure that they don’t break down the door.
He picks up the house phone and he knows that the line went down a few days ago but he just wants to try one more time before they leave. He dials his big brother’s number, of course nothing goes through. He lets out a sigh and grabs the car keys and motions for his siblings to follow.
He tries reassuring his little brother and sister that he will make sure that they are okay and he won’t let anything happen to them. He locks the door and looks at his childhood home one last time. His eyes start watering again but he turns around an heads for the SUV.
He fumbles around for a minute trying to find a map and eventually finds one. He decides to head to the next town over. It would take about an hour to get there. The car ride there is quiet and gloomy. The roads are empty and the sun is already starting to set.
The next town isn’t any better, he does find one person. A middle aged man, who lost everyone the first two days. The man calls the disease infected dead Muertos a simple name but Lance knows what it means. The man’s name is David and he tells them that he’s heading towards the South. It gets cold down there and there’s less people so maybe they didn’t catch the outbreak.
Lance decides that that is where they’ll go. Even if there is a tiny chance that the outbreak didn’t reach down there then he’s willing to take that risk. As long as his siblings will be okay. The man ask if they have a weapon and Lance realizes that he never brought one. He shakes his head slowly and the man kindly offers a 9mm pistol and two boxes of ammo. Lance refuses to take it, the man says that he has a whole bag full of ammo and that he’ll be fine. He tells that he will need it to protect his siblings and himself, the world has already gone to hell and it’s only been two weeks since this all happened. He also points Lance in the direction of a Hunting store that has a lot of weapons and ammo, and says that he should go there before heading out. Lance thanks him and gives a a few cans of food as thanks. They spilt ways and wish each other luck and safety.
Lance keeps Elizabeth and Andre close by his side he holds the gun tightly in his hand. He’s shot a gun before, he lives in the Southwest so of course he knows how to use one. He doesn’t want to use it though and prays that he never has to. They walk down the quiet and abandoned streets towards the hunting supply store. Seems like most of the supplies has been stolen. But he manages to find a few good things. Three hunting knives, he hands one to both his siblings telling them to only use in case of an emergency and when he’s not around. He finds another 9mm pistol hidden under a pile of cardboard and he finds more ammo. He takes whatever food is left and quickly leaves to get back on the road.
The first three months went by well, they encountered only nice people and traded things. They had just entered Texas, which it was slow progress but he didn’t want to rush anything or push the kids too hard. They also encountered a few Muertos but Lance learned that they were slow and the three were able to outrun. Andre turned eleven during those three months and they made the best birthday they could with the situation. Lance was even able to find a action figure that Andre was talking about before this all happened.
Their luck ran out when they encountered two older men. The two men held both of siblings at gun point demanding for Lance to hand over everything and he’d let them live. Lance couldn’t do that, it put the three in a lot danger. They got a few good punches on Lance. But one of them slipped and that was Lance’s opportunity. He didn’t know what came over him but he ran for his gun and shot both of them dead. He was shaking and sobbing, he didn’t want to kill anyone. His siblings were the one comforting him. They left that area immediately.
Another month went by before they met another guy just as they were about to leave Texas. He was around Lance’s age, his name was Hunk. He was kind and asked if he could tag along with Lance. Lance hesitantly agreed to let Hunk tag along, he somehow trusted someone he barely met and so did his siblings. The three of them and Hunk immediately clicked. It was nice having someone else, Hunk was much bigger and stronger then Lance. Hunk was much more mature and observant then Lance. The group headed towards Tennessee.
OH, if you were wondering, no Lance does not remember Keith cradling him in his arms.
This is probably the last panels of this little story board and I hope you liked them. @sabrisun and I will be putting together the rest of the story though and we will probably write and draw stuff as well.
raven “I found these random things that have absolutely zero function and I accidentally cobbled together a walkie talkie system, an alarm, a gun, a zombie repellant, another gun, a harpoon, a leg for myself, an arm for murphy because if he pokes me again im cutting it off and a water filter and I fixed your ipod” reyes
Books always compared thunder to gunshots, but if that were true, he wouldn’t have been so scared of it. He’d fired a gun more times than he could count, even before these damn zombies had taken over and the sound had never bothered him. But thunder? That shit reduced him to a quaking mess.
In which the zombie apocalypse is consuming the world and Sirius and Remus get separated in a food run.
The cut running along the side of Remus’ forehead throbbed with the sweat and blood quickly drying in the hot, noon sun. His stomach felt like it was concaving into itself, his muscles ache from sleeping on the ground all night. His feet kept sliding on the dew soaked morning grass, and each time it got harder and harder to catch himself. By the time the camp finally came into view he felt ready to drop, vision swimming slightly from lack of water.
He didn’t know how it had happened. They drilled, practiced, planned so this exact thing didn’t happen. It had been a food run, one of the most routine outings. They’d been in broad daylight. Sirius had been right behind him, he’d been making a joke, Remus had wanted to laugh and then…
His mind played the familiar sound of the undead breathing and he flinched. The next thing he remembered was waking up in the dark, and was forced to hide for the night. The dark was not for the living anymore.
He’d been walking for hours, made to feel longer in the heat of the day, hand glued to the gun at his hip, when the camp had finally appeared between trees. He let out a breath that he felt like he’d been holding for the entire night.
He waved his hands in surrender when he heard the familiar sound of a loaded gun being aimed in his direction and a shout from the watch towers.
“It’s me! It’s me..” Remus ran out of breath at the end, practically limping to the now slowly opening metal gates. He could understand their confusion. He was hardly walking like a human being right now. Remus looked up, chest flooding with relief at the sound of his name.
“Fucking hell-“ Sirius was squeezing his way through the doors before they had even opened properly and Remus practically collapsed into his chest. He felt an arm wrap around his waist, holding him up, the other pressing to the back of his neck, feeling heavenly against his clammy skin, “Jesus, Remus. Remus-“
“‘m fine… I’m fine-“ He could hear Sirius taking shaky breaths and Remus fisted the back of his t-shirt, pulling himself closer, “Pads, I’m okay-“
“Fuck.” Sirius pulled back, the hand that was on his neck sliding around to cradle his cheek, thumb tracing over the sticky cut on his temple, “God, I thought you were right behind me. Fuck, Re, I didn’t mean-You have to know I’d- I’d never just leave you out there-“
“Pads, of course I know that. Of course I know that-“
“Then you weren’t there.” Sirius’ breathing was escalating, his eyes wild, “You weren’t- I was holding your hand but…” Sirius shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his forehead drop to Remus’, “Jesus, Re, I thought you were…“ Sirius’ voice broke, “I thought you were…”
“I’m not. I’m fine, we’re fine.” Remus leaned into the hand stroking his cheek. He was slowly loosing the flood of adrenalin at seeing Sirius again, and he was more tired than before, “‘m not a zombie, however I am severely dehydrated.”
Sirius let out a slightly watery laugh, opening his eyes to see Remus smiling at him, and pressed a long kiss to his forehead, “You can have all the water in the world as long as you never leave this camp again.”
Remus laughed as he was pulled flush against Sirius’ side, “No promises.”
The warmth of Sirius’ body felt warmer than the sun in ever sense of the word, and their feet nearly tripped over each other as they walked into camp, letting the gates shut slowly behind them.
The wood of the small shed moaned and creaked as the harsh
wind hammered against it. Those sounds were so much sweeter than the crying of
the dead as they shuffled around in the snow. It tuned them out, almost like a
pair of headphones.
Ah, headphones. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for some
music… and hot chocolate. No, tequila.
But those were pleasure that had disappeared just over a year ago, when this
whole shit show had started.
The walls shook again, causing your body to sway as you
leaned against them. “Crap,” you murmured. The winds were picking up, and you
were almost out of food. You had barely left the tiny, empty toolshed in the
last six days. You needed to get out of there before they could smell you. And
that thing wasn’t going to hold up forever.