Hey so like. what if I posted two disconnected scenes from a 'Cleo is a sentient and otherwise fine zombie in the middle of a zombie apocalypse w a commune full of their polycule" au that me and @sleepygraycat started talking about. what then.
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“Show yourself!”
“It’s me, Etho,” False called up, blocking the bright spotlight from her eyes, She held up the bag of goodies in her other hand; medical supplies, a box of twinkies that by some miracle hadn’t spoiled [did they spoil?], ammunition. Ammunition was getting hard to come by, but there was also a group nearby learning to make bullets. She pulled the bag back close to her as the gate cracked open enough for her to slip in.
It was quiet in the commune. Late at night, only Etho and Jevin up on watch. And False, understandably. She’d been away for a few days, having to trudge just outside their usual reach. Things were starting to get picked clean. A sheep in a far pasture baa’d. She flinched with Etho dropped down in front of her, tilting his head slightly.
“You’ve got some uh, bleeding. There,” he said, gesturing to her arm. False looked down at it and scoffed.
“You’ll never guess – broken glass on a door. Got caught on it as I was leaving.”
“Right. And it wasn’t, say, people wielding machetes that still live in the city?”
False frowned at him and smacked the bag into his chest. He gave her a knowing smile but used it as an opportunity to swipe a twinkie.
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“Sometimes I wonder if any of this is real,” Cleo said, fixing one of the fingerless gloves they’d swiped from Joe earlier. The bright green of it, even dirty, made the green of their skin stand out so much more. False huffed.
“What do you mean?” she asked, adjusting so that her head rested in the crook of Cleo’s shoulder. The sun was dull today, not that it particularly mattered. It didn’t seem to really affect Cleo, or any zombies unfortunately.
“If a commune full of people who I love, and who love me, and who love each other is just some sort of zombie fever dream and I’ve actually eaten off your face.” The hand dropped down into the grass beside them and for half a moment, False was worried it had detached. She stretched her head and relief filled her at not needing to sew it back on.
“Well, I don’t know, I feel pretty real myself.” She leaned her head closer to Cleo, though her vision was elsewhere. Bdubs was building a new coop for the chickens. They had chickens.
“Sometimes I’m worried something in me is going to break. Is that…not something you worry about?”
“…I think whatever was in me that was going to break broke a long time ago.”
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