I just wanted to disappear

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

‘'i guess you could say that.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that… Ah fuck it, he’s a fucking zombie and he hates humans, You can totally say it.

’'i was bit by an infected a year ago. thing is: i'm immune. and this is why i'm not fully human, tada.”

"That's... amazing... I'm insanely jealous. I still look like I'm.... rabid. Unhuman. Dead."

You look over at her. She's not too bad. A human, yeah, but not all humans are bad.

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

“We.. we should start over.”

You stand up and look at the girl on the ground

"Hello, there. I’m Simon Walker. I am the In the Flesh Fandom, and I’m dead. Well.. partially.

”…”

You get up, facing to him.

”my… name is alex. i… my fandom is the last of us fandom. a-and i’m human… kind of.”

You say, as you wipe off your tears.

"Kinda? What is that supposed to mean? Do you have PSD too?

You looked at her face, trying to see if she was gray anywhere, looking for a sign of the sickness.

"How can you be 'sort of' human? Are you alien?"

You want to know more about her and what she means. She could be one of you. You dont know anyone else that has PSD, but you are eager to find another.

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

‘'… i had to fight your kind… i was all alone, i had nobody, even my family didn't came to help me…”

You gasped for air.

’'… some other fandoms were to think i was crazy… looking at me with weird faces because i was forced to kill… and i lost people too. some just dissapeared because they didn't want to deal with my bullshit anymore or they died…'’

You try to wipe your tears off but you can’t, the tears were still falling.

”i’m… sorry…”

"We.. we should start over."

You stand up and look at the girl on the ground

"Hello, there. I'm Simon Walker. I am the In the Flesh Fandom, and I'm dead. Well.. partially.

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

You get to your feet and walk a few feet away, panting. That was too close. You want to run far, far away. The demon in you is saying “Run! You fucking idiot! Why aren’t you running, she will kill you!”

You look back at her, helpless and on the ground. You start walking towards her and stop when you are next to her.

”I am… a Partially Deceased Syndrome sufferer… a-and what I did in my untreated state… I am told was not my fault. The doctors tell me that I had no control. I dont know what to believe. I saw everything and I just… I can hardly live with myself…”

You really didn’t mean to make her upset, but you were full of rage. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs and storm off, but you lashed out on her. You walk over and sit down next to her.

”I’m sorry. i.. I didn’t know what to do and I got mad. I’m half dead and I dont know what to do with myself. I wish I could be fully dead again. I am asked all the time, ‘How did you croak?’ I hate answering it, because it comes with the horrible story of a sad boy who wanted to disappear forever.”

You sigh and look down at the ground.

‘'… i just want a normal life…”

You say as you gasp for air. The tears were still heavy.

”… it’s not my fault i have to kill them, i swear!… i didn’t chose to!…”

You silently looked down at the ground. You just wanted to take a fucking baseball bat and destroy shit right now. Like so bad.

"We're both pretty fucked up. We were forced to kill people. We had to adapt or we would die. I.. I don't know who to blame. I'm so uncertain of anything anymore."

You look at her, her eyes still heavy with tears. You really didn't mean for this to happen...

"I understand that you didn't want to kill people. I didn't want to either, but I died in 2008 and rose in 2009. Forced to survive when I didn't want to."

"The people where I'm from... they burned people like me in the streets, even when we were medicated. The living force us to wear makeup and contacts. The murdered us when we did nothing wrong. The worst part is that they all got away with it."

You look over at her again. She was looking at you with a mix of hate and understanding.

"You told me that you hated the undead and I just.. assumed you were one of them. The leader... he killed his son because he was undead. He killed his son... my boyfriend. I just..."

You cant get another word out. You start crying, unable to hold back.

"I wasn't ready to say goodbye to him again. I believe you can understand."

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

When she pushed you down, your back hit a rock and knocked the wind out of you. You were gasping for air, trying to form words at the same time.

”Please don’t-”

She reached for her knife. In a way, you wanted this. You wanted to be dead again. You liked how it felt like the world was revolving around you. When you died, it felt like regret mixed with satisfaction.

She pointed her knife towards you, and you are thinking of the possible outcomes.

"I..I’m not going to hurt you. I’m NOT rabid, and I’m not going to hurt a little girl. I hurt too many people when I was.. untreated… a-and I dont want to hurt anyone else. You wouldn’t understand what I went through. Having to watch it all over and over. I..I didn’t mean to hurt them..”

You couldn’t breathe. You had no idea what was going on. But for some reason it made you overwhelmed. He was one of them… Yet he implies that he’s innocent. No monster can be innocent. That doesn’t exist. And you talk from experience.

The tears burned as they streamed down your face. What even made you cry ? The fact that you pity him ? Maybe it’s because his kind ruined you and your life.

You couldn’t say a word. You really tried, but nothing came out of your mouth. You were just dead looking at him.

And you dropped the knife.

You get to your feet and walk a few feet away, panting. That was too close. You want to run far, far away. The demon in you is saying "Run! You fucking idiot! Why aren't you running, she will kill you!"

You look back at her, helpless and on the ground. You start walking towards her and stop when you are next to her.

"I am... a Partially Deceased Syndrome sufferer... a-and what I did in my untreated state... I am told was not my fault. The doctors tell me that I had no control. I dont know what to believe. I saw everything and I just... I can hardly live with myself..."

You really didn't mean to make her upset, but you were full of rage. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs and storm off, but you lashed out on her. You walk over and sit down next to her.

"I'm sorry. i.. I didn't know what to do and I got mad. I'm half dead and I dont know what to do with myself. I wish I could be fully dead again. I am asked all the time, 'How did you croak?' I hate answering it, because it comes with the horrible story of a sad boy who wanted to disappear forever."

You sigh and look down at the ground.

#rp #ANGST

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

“You are dealing with the rabid ones. If you send them my way, I can treat them. Save them.

While you are getting medals, they are getting medicated. It’s unfair. You’re killing people with families. Have you ever lost someone to a “zombie”? A loved one, a girlfriend, a boyfriend, family, or a friend? Did they get infected? And you were “forced” to kill them?"

You grab her by the shoulders and look her dead in the eyes.

”I could have saved them. They could have been with you again, but you KILLED them. What you dont understand is that I am the living one. I died, but look—I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and the grave.”

”SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH ME!”

You were gonna get your pocket knife when he said something about being dead.

Dead.

He looked dead.

He couldn’t be, right ? He was living. He was infront of you.

He couldn’t possibly be one of them, right ?

At this moment, you realized, that this fucker, wasn’t a fucking human.

And you pushed him.

You were scared. At the same second, you reached for your pocket knife. You both were now on the ground. You pushed him so hard it made you fall. You thought that, maybe you could run. Run away from him. Tears were streaming down your face while you pointed the knife at him. If he were to attack you, at least you had your fucking knife.

When she pushed you down, your back hit a rock and knocked the wind out of you. You were gasping for air, trying to form words at the same time.

"Please don't-"

She pointed her knife towards you, and you are thinking of the possible outcomes.

"I..I'm not going to hurt you. I'm NOT rabid, and I'm not going to hurt a little girl. I hurt too many people when I was.. untreated... a-and I dont want to hurt anyone else. You wouldn't understand what I went through. Having to watch it all over and over. I..I didn't mean to hurt them.."

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

You stare at her for several moments. You really dont know how to articulate a response that someone like her would understand.

”They are being medicated and put back into society. They are civil. What most of them did in their untreated state wasn’t their fault. They were sick. Besides- why would they want blood? They aren’t vampires.”

You take a moment to look her up and down again.

”You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

”and you clearly don’t know who i am either, or what those monsters do to the humans in my land! and what the fuck do you mean ”civil”?! i go outside and they automatically start to chase me! we don’t even have a normal society anymore!! i’m basically homeless, what the fuck are you saying?!?!”

You were almost shouting. Wait, no. You were shouting. You were so. Damn. Mad.

That was the last fucking straw. Your anger issues didn’t help the situation either, but even thinking that those monsters are being ”civilized” would make you lose it. What he says is total fucking bullshit.

"You are dealing with the rabid ones. If you send them my way, I can treat them. Save them.

While you are getting medals, they are getting medicated. It's unfair. You're killing people with families. Have you ever lost someone to a "zombie"? A loved one, a girlfriend, a boyfriend, family, or a friend? Did they get infected? And you were "forced" to kill them?"

You grab her by the shoulders and look her dead in the eyes.

"I could have saved them. They could have been with you again, but you KILLED them. What you dont understand is that I am the living one. I died, but look--I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and the grave."

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

You frown when she says ‘TLOU’, shake her hand once, and then quickly place your hands in your pockets.

”The Last of Us, huh? Zombie survival game. You kill them, right? That’s rude to be killing them when they don’t know what they are doing.”

You look at her with a stern stare. You know exactly who she is. She’s the fucking Last of Us fandom. She’s basically as deadly as Walking Dead, if not worse.

You give him a confused look. The fuck ??? Of course you kill zombies, you would be dead since fucking long if you wouldnt.

’'the fuck ? it's not rude, they arent humans anymore. they want my blood and you think i should just stay there without doing anything ? dude, i wanna live too!”

You stare at her for several moments. You really dont know how to articulate a response that someone like her would understand.

"They are being medicated and put back into society. They are civil. What most of them did in their untreated state wasn't their fault. They were sick. Besides- why would they want blood? They aren't vampires."

You take a moment to look her up and down again.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?"

#rp #art

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

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You smile at her again. You’re safe for now.

”You don’t know of them? Good. That is splendid. What’s your name? I’m Simon Walker. It’s nice to meet you.”

You reach your hands toward her so you can formally be introduced.

”well… people usually call me the last of us, or tlou. my human name is alex though.”

You also reach your hand towards him.

”it’s nice to meet you too.”

You frown when she says 'TLOU', shake her hand once, and then quickly place your hands in your pockets.

"The Last of Us, huh? Zombie survival game. You kill them, right? That's rude to be killing them when they don't know what they are doing."

You look at her with a stern stare. You know exactly who she is. She's the fucking Last of Us fandom. She's basically as deadly as Walking Dead, if not worse.

daenystormborn

Well, how are we causing trouble? By going around like you are. Like we are? Yeah, with you know, without your mousse and your contacts in. This is who we are.

#photo #itf

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

You stick your hands in your pockets, look down, and smile at her. No response, just your creepy ass smile. That usually scares people off. When she doesn’t seem to budge, you give in.

”I might be a little sick, why do you care? Are you part of the HVF? Human Volunteer Foundation, if you don’t know of it.”

”i have no clue of what you’re talking about, so no, i’m not appart of your shitty organization.”

Human Volunteer Foundation. What’s that all about ? It kinda sounds fishy to you. It kinda reminds you of the Fireflies, for some reasons. You can’t guess why, though.

scaredkieren-blog

You smile at her again. You’re safe for now.

”You don’t know of them? Good. That is splendid. What’s your name? I’m Simon Walker. It’s nice to meet you.”

You reach your hands toward her so you can formally be introduced.

#asks

''woa... you look... really pale. and i mean like really fuckin pale. do ya' have a cold or somethin ?''

He smiles and looks down at the girl. She has long brown hair, pulled back in a pony-tail. She has a bow on her back and a gun on her side. She could possibly be part of the surviving HVF.

”Yeah, I guess you could say that I have an illness, more or less. What about you? Do you have a cold?”

”do i look sick to you or what ?”

Yeah you had an habit to be kind of rude to people, but like, playfully rude. But what he just said just sounded kind of… Mean. You can be a pain of the ass and that you can acknowledge. Maybe it’s just that tough.

You stick your hands in your pockets, look down, and smile at her. No response, just your creepy ass smile. That usually scares people off. When she doesn't seem to budge, you give in.

"I might be a little sick, why do you care? Are you part of the HVF? Human Volunteer Foundation, if you don't know of it."