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Silver with fangs

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Zombie/Biter AU Group Post

Hey everyone! I'm so glad you all like the Keegan story with the Biters so much! There are so many questions, and they are all so good, and so many ideas!

I thought creating a post that is just for talking about it would be a great idea! Maybe not—you decide! I will be linking this in my master list so it can more easily be found by everyone.

You can all talk about the storyline as much as you want here! Comment and comment on each other's comments about what you think might happen or try to piece bits of the story together to figure things out.

Make suggestions! I encourage you all that if you think something should be changed or added to the story, that you put it in here! It will make it easier for me to find and respond to. I can even try to write in a character of your own invention if you want! Keep an eye out because I'll hold little contests and quizzes to pick the winners, and they can design a character that will be mentioned in the story. It could range from the ID of a person to a person's house or even them joining a colony or being a Biter.

I'll be constantly linking everything related to the AU here, and you are all free to use any material of it so long as you mention that it came from this post since other people may have also helped in creating things. I would love to see your ideas and what you can make in this AU! There are about 1 billion people still alive in it, so I think there is enough to go around. Haha.

I read everyone's comments and messages in my inbox. Sometimes I might take a while to answer because I'm in school, at work, or sleeping. But I always like your comments and read them and try to respond to as many as I can! So please comment!

Story Parts

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 41 | Part 42 | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47 | Part 48 | Part 49 | Part 50 | Part 51 | Part 52 | Part 53 | Part 54 | Part 55 | Part 56 |

Timeline

This post will be updated as the story goes on and suggestions are made.

Biter Rules Post

This post will be updated as suggestions are made and the story continues.

Characters

Ajax: Keegan's best friend and a member of the Ghosts. Also called Alex sometimes by Y/n.

Y/n: You, the reader

Keegan: Y/n partner and sniper/recon expert of the Ghosts.

Finn: A teenager who leads a cult and really doesn't like Y/n.

Eileen: Catholic lady who is from Manitouwadge

Elias: Leader of the Ghost team and father of David and Logan

Elodie: Elias's partner and a child psychiatrist, doesn't get along with Y/n very well

Benjamin: Also called Ben, he is a child that Y/n kidnaps from a cannibal town.

Selena: Finn's younger sister and a child adopted into Y/n's group

Ryan: Finn's right-hand man

Gabe: Leader of the Manitouwadge group

Makayla: A woman who is skeptical of Finn and later joins Y/n's group

Gregory: An old man who is skeptical of Finn.

Uncle Wagosh: Also known as Fox, he is Y/n's uncle

Reese: Wagosh's pregnant girlfriend

Logan: Elias's youngest son

David: Also called Hesh, he is Elias's oldest son

Merrick: Second in command of the Ghost team

Rorke: An ex-member of the Ghosts and a man who hunts them.

Shoe: Pet dog that follows Ben around because Ben feeds him

Doctor Keller: A traumatized and depressed doctor who continuously tries to feed himself to Biters

Biters: The "zombies" of the story. Called Biters because zombies eat brains and Biters eat everything.

ART

Elodie #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5 |

Ben #1 | #2 |

Elias #1 |

Contest One

The winner of this contest gets to design part of a mysterious character. In summary, this character is going to be seen later on in the story and is not a big fan of a specific other character. This will be highlighted green when the competition is over.What the winner gets to pick: where this character is from, their accent, and what they look like. How to win: The first to comment when Y/n's grandfather died under my comment in the comments section. It will be "Contest One"

Contest Two

The winner of this contest gets to pick an event that happens later on for the group out of the following: Stomach bug, sudden storm, run-in with other people, or someone gets bitten. This will be highlighted blue when the competition is over. How to win: The first person to comment all three cities named so far in the book under my comment of "Contest two"

Tag List

@fanfictliver @augustalla @ayasofreakytwo @peachmartini @sufferingwriter @ilchrys0 @aicileh @fluffysourpatch

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Dally Headcanon #3

This motherfucker is a biter. He bites. I one hundred percent believe that he has sharp ass canines, like little fangs (me core) and he used them to his advantage. He's fighting a soc? He's biting down and drawing blood like a rabid dog. In rumbles? No soc leaves with claw marks or bite marks. Not one. Not just in fights. Darry or Soda or someone hugs him or grabs him from behind? Teeth are latched onto the offending hand/arm. No hesitation. You catch him off guard or suddenly get in his space? I hope you're ready for a bite scar. Tim is a main victim of this. His arms are covered in bite scars (non sexually) and he's not even mad about it anymore. He's just gotten used to the fact that his rabid boyfriend is a biter at the grown age of 17 and that he claws like an alley cat. Buck also gets his arms bitten the shit out of, maybe from restraining Dally from swinging or thrashing during/after a nightmare. Or from startling him (Dally absolutely claims he wasn't scared or startled, he was ANNOYED, get it right (he's a liar and Buck knows it)).

[darling-heffron]

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Chapter Three: Peace in Solitude

Sam POV:

Rotters, stinkers, prowlers, biters, the dead, the hordes, whatever you wanted to call them, they were everywhere. They infested the land like cockroaches, in the millions, in large groups, in small, by themselves, they had covered the entire east coast in a matter of days and they were slowly moving west. 

It had started a couple of days prior to Sam’s encounter, being secluded from the outside world in the base had stopped the reports from coming in. Everyone in that compound was clueless to the chaos that was happening around them, not knowing it was coming straight for them. 

After the attack Sam had run all the way into town, well what was left of it. The town was in disarray, buildings on fire as well as cars in the street, pile ups in the middle of the roads. The rabid people walking the streets gurgling and groaning just like the driver who had attacked her. 

The blonde had watched in horror as a woman sprinted from her hiding spot and into the road, screaming at the top of her lungs as she did so, not far behind a biter on her tail. 

Sam witnessed the mass of rabid people turn to the noise, they were quick to action. The woman had been swarmed and sucked under by the crowd of biters, she could hear the tearing of flesh and wails of pain from where she hid. The crowd slowly dissipated as the woman’s cries grew quiet, they left her, wandering back to the street aimlessly. 

The young girl covered her mouth as the lady began to writhe on the floor, her limbs twitching and jerking until she sprung up, eyes bloodshot as red tears dripped down her face. The now familiar noises sounded from her mouth, gurgles and groans.  

Sam didn’t want to believe it, surely it was some bad fucked up dream. But from everything she had seen, she couldn’t deny the truth any longer, the world had been overrun with zombies.

It sounded so fucking stupid to say out loud, but there was no other explanation, it was the only way to describe what was happening. 

Sam looted and stole. She raided any store she could find. The blonde stocked up on everything, going into supermarkets, clothing stores, and even the museum. She had packed her bag when she left the base knowing she was going to spend at least a good week living out of it. 

In the bag she had: ammo, fresh clothes, food, a water bladder that was still full, a tent, her sleeping bag, a map, a compass, flashlight, and a first aid kit. 

She was able to gather more food and bottled water, socks, thermals, underwear, and she had stolen weapons from the museum. 

Two axes, sheathed knives and a machete, listen, she wanted to be prepared. She still had her army rifle, tactical knife and her trusty boot knife that she had bought herself for her 21st birthday.

Sam was prepared, yes, but for once in her life she didn’t have a plan. She was aimlessly wandering, her only mission to be away from the hoards. 

The girl found that the cities and towns were where they gathered the most like a swarm; they ambled together waiting for some poor thing to stumble into their path. She watched them intently for the first few days trying to wrap her head around what exactly they were.

They were human, but not. 

The rabids held the body of her fellow peers but they didn’t act the same, never in her life had she ever seen anyone so unnatural. Their bodies moved in awkward ways as they staggered around, their animalistic noises sent shivers up her spine. 

In the first few nights she didn’t sleep. The adrenaline never seemed to wear off, and as soon as she was coming down, something else would trigger it, sending her panicking again. 

With no plan, Sam was unsure of where she needed to head. Did she leave? But where? Was there anywhere safe at all? 

Many of these questions were left unanswered, no power, no cell reception, nothing, Sam had never felt more out of control. 

The rabid’s moved slowly during the night, Sam tried to use this to her advantage. But it was more dangerous than she had thought. 

With the city being in ruins it was hard to make her way through in the pitch black. Sam found that though the hoards were slower, it didn’t stop them from hearing every little movement she made. 

Rule number one; Never move in the dark. 

Sam noted her first rule, though the cover of night was alluring it wasn’t worth the risk.

She laid out her map, scanning the area, Belchertown was where she was currently, the next closest city was Amherst. 

Sam noticed she hadn’t seen another living person since she had been in the small town. 

Guessing that most of the population was now roaming the streets ready to tear the throats out of any survivors they found. 

Maybe in the bigger city she would be able to find people, someone who knew something, who had answers to her questions. 

Sam was set on Amherst. The walk didn’t seem too long or treacherous. She was sure she had walked further during her tours overseas in full tactical gear, this would be easy. As long as she avoided all rabid’s she would be able to make it in one piece.    

The blonde made it to the small city alive. 

Away from civilization in the woods and rural roads she saw little to no rabid’s. 

Sam was able to make it to Amherst by day four. Low in stock, she was ready to gather what she needed again. 

The young woman stepped through the already smashed window of the supermarket, the shelves were nearly bare. Cans and food had been strewn around the place, from the looks of things people were grabbing items as quickly as they could before fleeing. 

She walked through the aisle picking up anything that seemed of use, tampons, bottled water, cans of food, matches, lighter, medicine and everything else that she could shove in her bag. 

“Hey!” A voice called from behind her, she froze. After not hearing another person’s voice for four days it felt odd to hear one again.

“Hands up, turn around!” The voice instructed her. Sam could tell by their tone they were trying to be stern, but the small waver in their voice was noticeable. 

Sam did as instructed, lifting her hands above her head and slowly turning to face the person.

She spun to see a man taller than her, his eyes weary and sunken, his hair peppered with grey. He pointed a gun at her chest, but Sam saw the tremble in his hands. The man had clearly never used the weapon, and he didn’t seem all too keen on doing so. 

“We don’t want any trouble!” The man spoke again, Sam couldn’t help but scoff at his statement. He straightened, readjusting his grip on the gun.

“You don’t want any trouble? You’re pointing a gun at my chest, and I’m clearly not armed, so who’s causing trouble?” Sam asked the man. Her no bullshit attitude often got her in trouble at school, but she couldn’t help it. 

The man looked at his weapon and then back at Sam, a displeased look across her face, as if she was bored of being held up. She had places to be and more important things to do. 

“If you could hurry it up.” Sam said again, rushing the man.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” He lowered his gun, flicking on the safety and tucking it into the waistband of his pants. 

“We haven’t seen anyone normal in a while.” The man excused his behaviour, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Yeah, well, we are in a fucking zombie apocalypse.” Sam stated nonchalantly. 

“No, normal people too. They are just crazy, seems like everyone's morals have flown out the window.” The dark haired man explained. 

“What do you mean?” Sam inquired, she needed to leave and wanted this man to get to the point, if he held her up for no reason she was going to be mad. 

“Well, there was this group of men who stopped us and threatened to kill us if we didn’t give them all of our supplies. So we did, they stripped us of everything.” The man described the events that had taken place. 

“So why are you holding me up?” Sam was getting tired of this, he needed to get to the point quickly. 

“Well I saw you pick up some medication.” Sam raised her eyebrows, as if to say, ok and?

“My daughter’s sick.” The man’s eye flicked over his shoulder. From behind the shelf a woman and young child stepped into view. 

“What type of sick?” Sam asked, her hand twitching wanting to be placed on the gun at her hip. 

“Not that sickness! She has a medical condition, she’s in a lot of pain due to it. We can trade you-” The dark haired man tried to barter. But Sam reached into her bag pulling out the bottle of analgesic medication and tossing it to the man. He looked at her shocked, not quite believing that she had so easily given it up.

“Next time just get to the point.” Sam said, turning on her heel and tossing her now full bag onto her back. 

“Where are you headed?” The man asked, Sam looked over her shoulder sighing. The girl moved to face the man again since he started talking again.  

“Not sure. You know of anywhere safe?” Sam asked, the woman and the small girl came closer to the man’s side. The young girl hid behind the leg of her father, peeking around to look up at Sam. Her big brown eyes were wide, a faint smile crossed her lips before she hid again. 

“There has been talks of a safe haven going up in Idaho, around Boise they say. That’s where we’re heading.” The dark haired man told her.

“The army base?” Sam knew of the other reserves based around the country and there was one close to the small town of Boise. 

“Yes, there.” The man confirmed. 

Sam cursed, would they even allow her in if she deserted? 

A lightbulb went off in her head, no one saw her leave and when she was back in the base everyone had been attacked. 

There would be no confirmation of her leaving, she hadn’t been caught. She could go there and seek safety with no questions asked and being the daughter of a high ranking General they were sure to let her in. 

“Sounds like a good plan.” Sam said out loud. 

“Would you like to come with us? Since we are all going to the same place?” The tired looking man asked a little too eagerly. The wife nodded her head as well. 

They wanted more protection. They looked like a normal family, one that wouldn’t know much about surviving in the wilderness or using weapons. 

Sam never saw herself as privileged in her experience, she never thought she would use them in her everyday life. Now that the world had come to this, she was more experienced than most people. 

“I don’t move in groups.” Sam stated, watching their faces drop.

“Are you sure?” The wife now spoke, stepping forward. Her eyes wide, as her hands found the small shoulders of her daughter clinging on tightly. Sam flicked her eyes back to their faces, she felt bad for them, but that didn’t mean she was going to join them.

“I’m sure.” Sam finally said, they sighed at her response, giving tight smiles to pretend they were stronger.    

“Well, I wish you the best then. Goodluck.” The husband said, turning on his heel to usher the rest of the group out of the dilapidated store. The wife followed behind but the young girl stayed put, gazing up at Sam. 

“Goodbye.” The young child whispered. Sam gave a small smile, watching the young girl run after her parents that waited for her by the door. The girl turned one last time, using the small teddy bear she clutched to wave goodbye. Sam sent her a small wave before making her way out onto the street. 

She finally had a plan.

A/N:

Ok so our girl Sam has a plan, hehe that rhymes. She's a bitch but she's not heartless. I think if I was in this AU I would be a rabid, I feel like I would be killed almost immediately, but maybe it would be fun to be a zombie. I would really perfect my groans, be super scary, or maybe like a comedic relief zombie, like I look funny, or I walk funny. Idk, I surely wouldn't be on Sam's level that's for sure.

[sleepykas]

Teefers study

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14JUL24 Enjoying the BITERS' album “The Future Ain't What it Used to Be.”.

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i should move back to digital art