#cantkeepmefromit

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Holding her hands on her hips, Gemma wondered just what the hell this little boy was doing outside. With those fucking things walking around, it wasn't safe for anyone. Unless this one was looking to die quickly. "Hey kid, what're you doing? Get your ass inside a safe hours."

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"You ass...you fucking placed Daryls sex doll on my lawn and my neighbors now hate me because they thought you're a pervert. But to be honest...it was funny to see the mummies in rage.You're pretty cool..but don't steal stuff from Daryl again,okay? Or I'll call your father."

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Starter for cant-keep-me-from-it (Zombie AU)

If you'd told her before all of this that she'd spend the zombie apocalypse holed up in her bar with the constant stench of death wafting in through the open windows, Holly would have laughed in your face. Nah, she'd say, smirking. I'd go full-troll. Open that door, drink in hand, show some zombies who's boss. Her and Grendel would laugh about it later, discussing the situation at length because there really wasn't anything else to talk about other than the usual complaints about the sheriff. But that had all changed from the moment she had to endure watching her best friend's intestines get torn from his body less than a metre away from her. They shouldn't have set foot outside. When the first sign of chaos had come from outside, it had been early evening, and Holly and Grendel had been the only people in the bar at the time. Woody had only just left, and the silver-haired woman had begun to clear up for the night when a chorus of crashes and screams had made themselves heard from outside the building. Another fight in the road, Grendel had snarled. Givin' the bar a bad name. Let's go break it up. 

But, oh, how wrong they'd been, how stupid. They'd only been outside long enough to register that something was so very, very wrong when one of them had gotten hold of him. Right in front of her, it just... it... Don't think about it. It didn't happen. Stop thinking about it.  She could think of worse places to be stuck in -- the bar had a well-functioning bathroom, after all, and a large supply of alcohol to tide her over... but it wasn't exactly pleasant, either, and she was sick of the sight of these four walls. She had no idea where her sister was, if she was even alive... it was getting more doubtful by the day. She wasn't sure how long it had been since everything had went to shit. Her train of thought was cut short when a loud smash caused her to clap her hands over her ears and dive behind the counter with a gasp, knowing immediately that the glass in the window by the door had been broken. She was on her hands and knees by now and crawled to the side of the counter, peering around it, eyes wide -- but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. A very human-looking arm was reaching in through the window and fumbling for the bolt that she'd slid across the door, and it clicked open. She reacted instinctively, grabbing one of the empty bottles from the floor and smashed it against the tiles, backing against the wall and holding the shattered glass bottle out in front of her.

She was met with the sight of a young boy. He couldn't be older than fifteen. She'd never been a mother, but she'd always loved children, whether she admitted it or not -- but, of course, these circumstances were different. "Get the hell outta my bar."

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Stalk!

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There were just too many. 

It was supposed to be a simple clear and clean, go in, clear the walkers, clean it out of everything useful. Carl, Rick, and Michonne had come across a dilapidated train station along the tracks. There was a parking lot with a few cars outside that were ripe for the picking, along with anything inside the station itself. Rick and Michonne opted to take the station, while Carl was given the task of checking the cars for any useable supplies. 

Grabbing a thin piece of metal from the tracks, Carl took off for the lot, scanning the area for any stray walkers. The sun was beating down overhead and the atmosphere was filled with the smell of rotting flesh. The undead didn't need to be nearby to make their presence known. Their essence was everywhere. When he rounded the building, he saw four cars; two, two-door coups, one pick-up truck, and one minivan. 

Since the minivan was the furthest away, Carl started there first. He was quickly able to get inside and found many useful things, a few guns, some camping gear, and some clothes. The pick-up next to it had some food in the cab, and the arrows the young man found pained him as he thought of grabbing them for Daryl before realizing that the archer wasn't with them. With his lucky streak so far, Carl was confident as he tried to break into the first of the two door cars but his cockiness soon proved to be his downfall. 

The sounds of the alarm quickly pierced through the air. Carl panicked as he tried to turn it off, cutting every wire he could reach. By the time the sound died out, it was too late. The familiar moaning of walkers replaced the shrill alarm as the walking corpses shuffled out of the woods across the dirt road. Carl pulled his knife and gun as he tried to make it to the safety of the station, but found there were walkers coming from the woods on the other side of the tracks. 

He took out as many as he could before he felt a sharp pain tear through his shoulder. Luckily he was able to get into the station and got the door closed before falling back onto the floor, hearing as boots thudded against the floor. Michonne and his father soon came into view, tears streaming from all three faces as Rick took off his shirt and pressed it to his sons gaping wound. 

"I'm sorry Dad" Carl croaked as the pain worsened. He knew he didn't have long before one of the two most influential people in his life had to put him out of his misery. "I'm sorry, Michonne. I t-tried." 

"We know" came a gravely voice, Rick trying to contain his tears. He'd never felt pain like that before, watching his son die under his hands. He hadn't been able to be there with his wife, but he made sure to be there for Carl, he needed to be. "I shoulda gone with you, Carl. One of us shoulda-".

Carl shook his head weakly, growing more tired as time passed. "Not. Your. Fault. No one's. Fault." It came across as lethargic but there's not much else he can do. Before his body felt warmer than it had in forever, Carl could make out a faint clicking sound and both adult's voices in his ears. 

There were just too many.

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