Summary: After getting bit by a zombie, you choose to keep it secret long enough to find Mark somewhere safe from the other zombies.
How were you to know that nowhere was safe?
Tags: @clanwarrior-tumbly (cause you like these kinda stories)
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I coughed once we were finally safe, wincing before looking down at my arm. Damn zombie, actually got me. How long would I last?
How long will Mark last?!
“Are you coughing? Are you sick? Here?! NOW,” he shouted, obviously panicked as he looked over at me.
My first friend, the one who dragged me into all this. I couldn’t hate him, not after all the stuff we’ve been through. He’s changed from that asshole from our past life. He actually cares now. Even if he has a strange way of showing it.
I realized I hadn’t answered him and shook my head, forcing myself not to cough.
“No you’re not okay,” he asks, panic clear in his voice. I laughed softly before shaking my head and stood next to him, looking outside before someone rolled by, screaming about what was going on.
Zombie Apocolypse.
Damn. We are toast...well, I am.
I sighed before turning to see a small radio. I smiled before turning it on and listened to the different broadcasts.
One caught my attention. Fort Brannagan. Trusting, food, shelter, showers. The guy sounded a bit shifty but shelter was more important than helping a scientist. Sure I could get a cure, but Mark is my top priority right now.
I nodded to myself before writing on Mark’s hand, spelling out ‘military’ before gently pulling him back towards the door and looked around. Everything was quiet. For now, it was safe.
“Come on,” I ‘whispered’. I didn’t actually whisper, that was just how loud I could speak. I can’t talk for too long either, throat injury from a while ago. I just live with it.
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We walked for a few minutes, following the signs before coming across an old looking campsite. Everything looked abandoned.
“Damn it,” I groaned, rubbing my face before sighing, listening as Mark rambled about scavenging supplies when I heard someone else’s footsteps. I gasped before pulling Mark away from a new person, my anxiety rising as I looked at the gun in his hands.
“Hi, friends,” he shouted. On his shirt was plain text simply saying ‘ED’. He looked...odd. Not that that’s bad, but he acted like he was hiding something. Even if I had just met this guy.
“Oh, hi. Wow, you startled me,” Mark muttered. I moved to stand next to him, gently holding his wrist, not wanting him to get too far. We had to stick together until I can tell that this new person was safe to stay with.
“If it’s so friendly, why are you pointing a gun at me?”
Ed answered with trust issues.
Something happened here. As he explained I started becoming suspicious. A zombie turned in the middle of the night, killed everyone, except him? Something here doesn’t add up.
I gasped as he walked towards me, waving his gun around and blabbing about his friend...who hid a bite and turned.
I swallowed thickly, nervous that this guy might know something.
“But I need you to take your clothes off first,” Ed said simply. I gasped before blushing, moving back a bit and slightly pulling Mark with me. There is no way in hell, I’m stripping in front of some stranger and Mark.
He started shouting about some buy named Billy before screaming at Mark and put the gun in his face.
I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I can smell blood now. Given that my wound didn’t bleed when I got bit, I think Ed’s hiding something.
“Mark,” I rasped. “Look!”
I pointed to the other male’s leg, just now realizing that he had something wrapped around it. Medical wrap that had blood.
“You’ve been bit, haven’t you,” Mark questioned. I sighed when the other male lowered his gun and explained that he had gotten bit alongside his friends, that he was afraid of turning and hurting other people and that he had rigged everything to blow.
Soon.
“Mark,” I ‘shouted’, grabbing his hand before running, yelping when the explosion hit. I panted as I sat up, wincing as the pain in my bitten arm seemed to double. I think it’s too late now.
“I’m sorry,” I rasped.
“(Y/n)? What are you sorry about, you couldn’t have known that guy was bit. Good catch though. God, this is it. The world’s coming to an end! Everyone’s gone crazy and we’re the only sane ones left,” Mark says laughing softly. I frowned before holding my arm out and showed him the bite.
“Oh...w-wait, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to make sure you got somewhere safe. Can’t exactly do that if I told you and left, could I,” I asked laughing before wincing and held my throat. I’ve been talking too much.
“It’s okay, I know how much your throat hurts. Oh, do you still have the box?”
I tilted my head before grabbing the box from my back pocket, having almost completely forgotten about it. I gently handed it to Mark before laughing as he took the picnic basket out. The world’s oldest picnic basket. One of the weirdest items we ever stole, but now it seems like it was all worth it.
I laughed as he opened the blanket and coughed from the dust. Even if I was gonna turn, Mark knew how to make me laugh.
Especially when he tried smelling the sandwiches. What did he expect to happen?
“Maybe you should pick first.”
I froze when he said that we’re actually going to eat these. I sighed before sitting next to Mark, leaning against his shoulders before kissing his cheek, then grabbed the tuna. As much as I hated it, I had to eat it. At least I got to see Mark blush before I turned.
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Except, I never did turn. Somehow the tuna stopped me from changing into a zombie, instead, I became immune. We ended up going to the scientist, getting her to fix my arm before drawing my blood and eventually made a cure. We gave it to everyone we could, making hundreds of liters of the cure, and eventually, saved humanity.
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I smiled as I sat on the sofa, gently playing with Mark’s hair as we watched TV. I looked up at the now-empty box, and the first vail of the cure, smiling as I relaxed against Mark.
“Whatcha thinking of,” Marks’ sleep laced voice asked. I laughed before shaking my head.
“We went through hell. Now here we are, relaxing and not turned,” I mused, coughing a moment later. My throat still wasn’t any different, but hey, better slightly mute overturned.
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t change anything. After all, if you hadn’t been bitten we never would have gone on that second date, and you never would have confessed,” he teases. I scoff before kissing his cheek, laughing as he blushed and held onto me.
“Thanks.”
“For what,” he asks. I smiled before kissing his jaw and neck, his stubble tickling my lips.
“For trusting my choices. I just had to save you,” I say before relaxing completely against Mark, listening to his breathing slowly even out as I did the same.
Life was perfect now. And I wouldn’t change a single thing.
