Modern zombie Apoc starter for @cold-blooded-candy
((Quick few back story notes just so we have something to reference (if I got anything wrong here feel free to let me know I’m entirely willing to change and adapt). Silco adopted Jinx. Tried to adopt Vi, but couldn’t get it done in time. Vi blames Silco for being a homewrecker, and doesn’t know Silco tried to keep the sisters together. They do not have a good relationship at all. Vander is dead (car crash/accident), and things were complicated between him and Silco ala estranged spouses. Most of the bad stuff got blamed on Silco be it true or not, Vander is why Silco has his scars/bad eye. There’s a lot Vi doesn’t know/understand, and neither Vander nor Silco ever told her all of it. Silco has an arrest record for one reason or another. Silco has currently gotten separated from Jinx (who has Sevika with her) and everything is going to hell because zombies. With that, here we go.))
It would be easy to assume a man in his forties who was perhaps inching closer to fifty than he’d like to admit would have problems moving through town on foot while avoiding zombies. That assumption would be very wrong with Silco moving through a neighborhood he knew like the back of his hand. Silco had boots on that had seen him through a hundred punk shows, protests, and late night excursions. A heavy black leather jacket that went down to his hips, and a vest under it with a “nazi punks fuck off” patch on one side and another patch that said simply ACAB on the other. He hadn’t worn the vest in a few years not having had the opportunity to go to a show, but looking into his closet with a mix of frantic worry and the cold mindset that had gotten him out of so many bad situations before Silco simply hadn’t been able to resist grabbing it. Thankfully it still fit perfectly as did the rest of his outfit, and the backpack strapped to him that was perhaps half full didn’t impede him all that much as he moved.
His bad eye currently covered with an eye patch not wanting to take the chance that one of his decorative contact lenses would fall out Silco stalked through an alleyway. He’d spent practically his entire life in this town, and it showed as he took a side cut here or hopped a fence there or climbed up a fire escape only to move across the roof tops for a few buildings. A life spent with the first few years being chased by police or shop owners, the racist skinheads he’d fought more than once trying to grab him, or even just having fun with a friend running around all made it easy for the man to avoid zombies and get to where he was going with little issues. A shortcut through an abandoned apartment building did lead to one short deadly moment during which a zombie turned around growling in front of the window he needed to go through. Without hesitating for a second Silco simply shoved the makeshift spear he’d made out of a baseball bat he’d carved down, and a butcher knife attached to it with a few leather straps as well as duct tape and glue through the zombies face into it’s skull destroying the brain and kept going. It wasn’t something he enjoyed, but Silco had already seen more than enough examples of just what could come from allowing a zombie to live and get close to you to know he couldn't allow that.
Eventually he got to the college Jinx was supposed to be having her first semester at praying that she was still there, and with Sevika by her side. Pulling out a solar powered walkie talkie he hissed into it. “Jinx! Sevika! Are either of you there? Come in...Fuck!” Clicking it off Silco shoved it back into a cargo pocket on his pants, and continued through the college. There had been a disastrously high amount of zombies roaming around here near the start of the infection, but by now most had either died or left or gotten distracted and simply stayed in one building or another with nothing prompting them to do anything. Spotting the building that had the store for necessities and text books and snacks Silco frowned before heading that way figuring it was as good an idea as any. Slipping into it he glanced around hissing out Jinx’s name, and then Sevika’s before heading towards the food section first. Food, and then first aid was his plans. At some point however Silco heard a foot step and spun around pulling out the knife that had been sheathed on his belt as he’d put the spear down to scavenge. Blade very clearly held in a steady grip that spoke of a willingness to use it Silco paused for a moment realizing who was there, and turned his head just a touch to get a better look at her with his good eye.
“Vi?...Of course…” He shouldn’t be surprised. If anyone could survive this shit it was Vi, and as much as he felt that immediate rush of anger and resentment rising up there was also weirdly a faint small tiny hint of relief deep down inside not that he would ever admit it. Glancing past her to make sure she wasn’t followed he put the knife down by his side and took a breath shaking his head. “Look we don’t have time for a long conversation, or yelling. Not with the biters around so making this quick I got separated from her. Sevika should be with her and I need to find her…” Lips tightening a bit his scars twitched before he spoke again. “I suppose. We. Need to find her. Now we have our issues, but we both want Jinx safe and whole.” What ever issues he had with Vi. With the daughter he’d tried so hard to keep side by side with Jinx, but had failed and instead of keeping his family whole and together had seen it split. There was no doubt in Silco’s mind that here and now in this wasteland of death if there was one thing they shared it was that need to ensure Jinx was safe.
“So either we can work together, and not get in each others way or we can keep stumbling over each other as we look for her and risk pulling the biters down on us.” The knife slipped into it’s sheath as he stared at her. “Because I’ll never stop looking for her. So what’s it going to be Vi?” The woman was, he was sure, smart enough to know two people together was far safer than one. At least assuming the two people could trust each other enough to work together, and Silco knew quite well you didn’t have to like someone to work together. There was of course a soft growling sound from somewhere be it in the back of the building, or outside. Still far too many zombies, and too much risk to stay where they happened to be at that moment for long.
._.- ♧ Beaten, betrayed by her own mother as darkness had swept over her, clouding her vision, yet that too did not remain. Instead, she awoke somewhere she couldn’t explain, nor identify. Instead of a deep sense of hatred that she should’ve felt, that she tried to feel toward Eclipsa. There was nothing but anguish, only able to feel a sense of longing as deep down she still loved her, didn’t she? This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t right, it was all at her clawed finger tips and had it all just taken away in a moment- just like that.
._.- ♧ Life was cruel, it truly was wasn’t it? T’was as if a mother had snatched something too dangerous from an unruly child, so with that deep voice, back around to the height she first met Eclipsa, “Hello?...” No response seemingly as it would echo through the nothingness... was this purgatory?
"You abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that." (Vi)
(Answering in our zombie verse with Silco. Wasn't planning on doing much today but saw this and Silco demanded I answer.)
The two of them had been bickering back, and forth all day seemingly unable to help it. Looting a store? A comment about how one of them was being too loud with the other one muttering something had been missed. Snide remarks passed back and forth about who could handle biters, or parkour, or running, or having to piss instead of hold it, or drinking too much or not eating enough, or… Silco wasn’t even sure who had started it. However it’d been driving him steadily up the wall, and although he’d tried not to let it get to him it had. Finally as he’d been down on one knee starting a fire for their evening camp Vi had started in about the past, and Silco’s jaw had been tensing with his eye doing that little squint of irritation before that comment came out.
That he’d abandoned her.
Finally unable to hold back Silco slammed his hand onto the ground with a dull thud as he stood turning to face her. “I never abandoned either of you. I did everything in my power to adopt you as well Vi, and I’m starting to not give a fuck if you believe that or not but I did. Justify it however you want. Be it me actually caring about you, or not wanting to separate you and Jinx, or make me the monster once again because powers above forbid Vander has ever done anything wrong and say that it would have been out of spite. Fine. I didn’t choose to abandon you though.” Weirdly enough he hadn’t truly yelled, or screamed. He’d risen his voice, but it was more to emphasis with a weird mix of resignation and irritation and perhaps even regret in it.
Shaking his head Silco reached up pulling off his eye patch to let Vi see that odd eerie eye with the burn scars around it. “Me leaving… Vander…” It’s not like she’d believe him anyways, and it didn’t matter. Waving a hand he decided to offer something that seemed more important. “Listen to me Vi, for once, if only this once, please. Listen to me. I worked as hard as I could to get both you, and Jinx out of the system and into my care. I did everything I could to adopt you as well as…” Holding up a hand he sighed for once actually looking his age loosing a bit of that normal stubborn vitality he had. “Let me finish. By the time I got through the courts. Not the paperwork Vi, the courts. I had to go through so many steps, and talk to so many people, and convince judges, and it took so damn long and by the time I finished Vi… you’d aged out. If there’s anything I truly regret in my life it’s that I couldn't get all of that done in time to adopt you as well. Even after you aged out I sent a letter once or twice, and called but you never welcomed any of it so I just… I just stopped.” Taking a deep breath his one good eye closed for a moment before he let the breath out and looked at Vi.
“I am so sorry Vi that you’ve felt abandoned, and alone. I know what that feels like, and you shouldn’t have had to endure that. I get that I hurt you by failing you, and I am sorry. Truly… but it was never intentional. Never. Ever. Intentional.”
There was honest sorrow, and regret in his eyes for a moment as Silco stood there. A foot started to move as though to step towards Vi while a hand also moved perhaps to reach out, but he didn’t believe for a moment she’d want any kind of affection or anything else from him. Not anymore. Instead he simply stepped past her heading to the packs. “I’ll get some food out for dinner.” Voice going quiet Silco didn’t think Vi would want to actually discuss anything, or even accept it. At best she’d scoff and walk away, or at worst she’d start yelling and calling him a liar. Either way he’d said his part, and that apology was one of the very very few apologies he’d ever given.
Funny that he’d given that apology to someone he didn’t believe would ever believe.
"No one knows how to get under your skin like family, right?" (Vi)
Even Silco had his moments when he said something he’d regret. No one was perfect after all. They’d just had to fight a small group of Biter’s in a house, and one of them had been a teenaged girl making him believe that the group had likely been a family. Staring down at the girl who he’d been the one to kill actually taking a knife to in fact for just a moment Silco had wondered if somewhere off in the distance Jinx had fallen. If Jinx had gotten bit, and turned and her genius intellect had faded with only her violent side remaining with nothing to control it and eventually some human had taken a shotgun or bat or something else and killed his perfect daughter. Vi’s comment had came at just the wrong time despite quite likely simply being a dark joke, and head turning snake fast and accurate Silco snarled.
“You’ve made it perfectly clear that we aren’t family so how would you…” Voice trailing off he regretted it almost the moment he said it as he saw the look in Vi’s eyes. “Vi, I didn’t mean, Vi! Wait!” As she turned and left Silco reached towards her for a moment before turning and letting out a soft growled complaint. “Fuck!” Staring at nothing Silco’s disappointment in himself, and a long ignored regret slowly slid upwards as his shoulders slumped. “Damn fool, you know better than to say something like… fuck.”
He wished things were different… wished things had been different.
Send 🖼 for my muse’s opinion of your muse in 3 memes: Still accepting (Not going to lie… I don’t have a collection of memes but I do have gif’s so enjoy)
One extra. Because deep down inside (in this verse) he wishes things had been different.
Lizzy’s cleaning her sharpened teeth with a tooth pick -- eh, don’t worry it’s not the meat of a sacrificial man. It’s spinach. She’s leaning against a dock piling. Voice quiet, although a Whaler is always distinguishable by their outfit. Just as The Dead Eels are distinguishable simply by their choice of weapons. A fishing pole hook.
