#ground zero thneedville

[undeadzombieez]

guys I did it😭

[osteusler]

Can I have tea with you? I'll bring sugar

Yeah, help yourself kiddo. But I’ve only got Grickle tea.

[likeasurgeon]

0K PRANKL3R IZ C00L 0K

[dashie-allheart]

Can someone help me with Truffula Flu?

Hi i saw this thingy on youtube called Truffula Flu and i searched up what it was and im reeaaally confused cuz i cant find the comic anywhere (if u know where i can read it please tell me) and i dont know if the fandom is still active and does the person who made it still make the comics?

[mrpackrat101]

Vent doodle

[xxinvader-mikuxx]

OH ROCKY, YOU ARE DEVINE. -- http://lets-rot-n-roll.tumblr.com/ drawn on laptop at school cus i have skillz :"D 

[apocalyptic-entertainler-blog]

Axes swing, inhuman shrieks erupt, blood spatters and stains violently as a reminder of what's become of humanity. Heads roll, limbs contort, tears fall as emotions overwhelm and take over. These are people - no! They were people. They were...they aren't...and you can't think they are. They're something else now...they're something else... His head hangs being held up by his trembling hands, body shaking so bad he isn't sure if it's him or everything else. His breath hitch and his fingers, sticky and damp with sweat - it's blood - pull themselves asay from his face only to stick right back on it and press against it. His heads spinning and he can't catch his breath. Why is this happening now? Why now? It's been weeks and weeks now, how long exactly? It feels like it's been months, doesn't it? He growls in frustration, palms thudding over and over against his forehead. It won't stop, the pounding won't stop, it just won't stop! He cries out in enraged frustration, bolting up and whipping the small wooden desk chair he'd been sitting on, throwing it clean out of the tent, not even flinching as a loud snap sounded off; he'd broken the chair. A wordless cry ripped loud and clear from his throat, head thrown back, hands bent into claws infrot of him. Dust and particles of who even knew what flew up into the air, knees hit the hard floor with a painful crinkle of clear plastic tarp underfoot. Shoulders hunch, ead in his hands again, sobbing and tears. It's a blurr. What's happening? What's happened? I don't know! I killed them! You killed them. No! So many people, so many people... But they're infected, no reason to feel bad! They're still people! Infected people! He's laying on the ground, reaking, infected blood smeared, arms wrapped around himself, his ribs hurt - from the floor or from breathing so hard? - everything hurts. Where's Greed? Where's anyone? He'd certainly caused a ruckus and was continuing to do so with this incessant, raking breathing. All the people... So many, so many! Why was this just coming up now? He didn't know but it hurt, it hurts so bad! So many...they didn't want this life, they didn't choose to die. They didn't want to die! He screamed, clawing at his forehead, temples, ears. All those poor people, all those poor people! And he'd killed them, he did, he did...