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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Zombie apocalypse au
WARNINGS .ᐟ very detailed gore, smut, SA, violence, smoking, drinking, death, abuse, drugs
cw: stockholmsyndrome!user, mean!rafe (not the abuser), mentions of guns/weapons, mentions of really detailed gore/death, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse.
CHAPTER 9
The yacht cut through the dark water, the marsh slowly giving way to open sea. For the first few hours everything was quiet. Then the sky opened up.
Rain poured down hard and cold, soaking you both within minutes. You huddled under the small overhang near the cabin, but it didn’t help much. The rain was freezing, and by the time it finally stopped hours later? the temperature had dropped dramatically—much colder than usual for this time of year.
The trip to the mainland was still at least two days away based on the map you found in one of the drawers. But then you started feeling it—your body ached, your throat felt scratchy and deep chill settled into your bones that no blanket could chase away. You curled up on one of the small bunks below deck, shivering violently.
Rafe noticed almost immediately when you huddled in the corner. “Shit—you okay?” pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, “oh shit, you’re burning up.”
Then he panicked and started going through the bags. “What the hell do I give you for this? Cold medicine? Fever reducer? Fuck, I don’t know this shit.”
You shivered harder, teeth chattering as you weakly pointed toward the medical bag. “Rafe… “tylenol… and the orange bottle,” you rasped. “Two of each.”
Rafe fumbled through the bag like he’d never done anything like this in his life. He was clearly panicking underneath his usual cocky mask—hands shaky as he popped the pills out and helped you swallow them with water.
But even after the medicine, the shivering didn’t stop. It got worse. Your lips started turning a faint blue from the cold.
“Fuck this,” Rafe muttered.
He pulled off his shirt in one quick motion, revealing his toned torso, and climbed onto the small bunk with you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Rafe… what the hell are you doing?”
“You need to take yours off too,” he said bluntly. “Wet clothes aren’t helping.”
“what the hell are you doing…?” You asked again.
“Body heat, you learn this shit in 9th grade.” he said simply, like it was obvious. “Blankets aren’t working. Shut up and let me do this shit, okay?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, still shivering. “Turn around…” you whispered weakly.
“What the hell? It’s not like I’ve never seen tits before,” he said, rolling his eyes but turning and stepping out of the small cabin anyway, waiting on the deck while you shakily removed your wet red worker shirt and pants. Your teeth were chattering so hard it was difficult to even undress. You left your underwear on and quickly pulled the blanket over yourself.
“Okay…” you called out, voice small.
Rafe came back in, climbed onto the bunk without a word, and pulled you against his bare chest. He wrapped the thick layers of whatever the fuck counted as a blanket tightly around both of you, his warm skin pressing against yours. He held you tightly. “This is nothing…” he said gruffly, avoiding your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his bare chest. “Only to keep you alive, ‘aight? Don’t make it weird.”
“Don’t just… don’t fucking die on me, okay?” he mumbled against your hair, voice gruff. “I didn’t drag your ass this far just to watch you freeze to death on a fucking boat.”
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The next morning, weak sunlight filtered through the small cabin windows.
You woke up still pressed against Rafe’s bare chest, his arm loosely draped around your waist. The shivering had mostly stopped overnight, but you still felt weak and feverish. Your body ached, and your throat was sore.
Rafe was already awake. He shifted slightly when he felt you move, clearing his throat awkwardly. “You alive?” he asked, voice rough from sleep. He pulled his arm back and sat up, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “You look like shit, but at least your lips aren’t blue anymore.”
He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on. For a second he looked almost… embarrassed? But he quickly covered it with his usual cocky attitude. “Don’t get used to that,” he muttered, not looking at you. “Only did it ‘cause you were about to die on me. Not ‘cause I wanted to play doctor or some shit.”
He grabbed a water bottle and tossed it to you. “Drink. And take more of that medicine if you need it. We’ve still got another day and a half until we reach the mainland.”
Rafe moved toward the stairs leading up to the deck, you stared at him. He was nicer than before… much more nicer.
After that, the days went on slowly. You spent most of the first day and night shivering under the blankets, drifting in and out of feverish sleep while Rafe kept the yacht moving. He was surprisingly patient — bringing you water, forcing you to take medicine, and even making you eat small portions of canned soup. He complained the whole time “I’m not your fucking nurse”, but he never left your side for long.
By the second day, the fever finally broke. The shivering stopped. You started feeling stronger, though you were still exhausted and weak.
On the third morning, the mainland finally came into view.
Rafe docked the yacht at an old, deserted pier. The engine went quiet as he tied it off. “Finally,” he muttered, jumping onto the dock.
You followed him, legs still a little shaky. The city stretched out in front of you—completely empty.
It looked like people had evacuated in a hurry. Cars were left running with doors open. Shopping bags were scattered on the sidewalks. Restaurant tables still had half-eaten meals. But there were no bodies. No blood. And strangely… no zombies. “What happened here?” you whispered, looking around. “It looks like everyone just… left.”
Rafe scanned the empty street, gun ready in his hands. “Something scared them off,” he said, voice low. “Or someone. Keep your eyes open.”
You and Rafe started walking through the eerily quiet streets of the mainland city. The silence was unnerving. Cars sat abandoned with doors wide open. plastic and paper bags were scattered across sidewalks. Half-eaten meals still sat on restaurant tables like people had simply vanished mid-bite. Rafe kept the gun raised as he scanned every alley and corner.
You looked into one of the cars, your breath hitched when you saw a baby seat covered in blood and a few bodies inside them. You looked away, trying to steady your breathing.
You stayed close behind him, the red worker shirt still hanging loose on your frame. Your body was still weak from the fever, but the medicine and rest on the boat had helped. The silver cross necklace bounced lightly against your chest with every step.
You turned a corner onto what used to be the main downtown street. You turned a corner onto what used to be the main downtown street.
That’s when you saw it.
A massive horde—hundreds, maybe thousands—of zombies packed into the wide square and surrounding blocks. They were packed shoulder to shoulder, some standing completely still, others slowly shifting. The sheer number of them made your stomach drop.
Rafe froze, all the color drained from his face while he muttered. “Shit.”
Rafe slowly raised a finger to his lips, eyes wide with warning. You held your breath. The two of you started backing away as quietly as possible, trying to slip back around the corner without being noticed.
But one zombie—a fast and aggressive one—suddenly snapped its head in your direction. Its milky eyes locked onto you.
“Run,” Rafe said sharply.
The sound was deafening—a thunderous, guttural roar as hundreds of zombies turned and started sprinting after you. The ground shook with their footsteps. Windows shattered as some crashed through storefronts. You both bolted as the horde erupted behind you, they were fast as hell.
“Move! Move!” Rafe shouted, firing over his shoulder as you both sprinted down the street.
You ran into the nearest building—an old office complex—slamming the glass doors behind you. Rafe shot the lock, buying you a few seconds. You raced up the stairs, legs burning as the horde smashed through the entrance below.
Rafe turned and fired down the stairwell, dropping several fast zombies that were catching up. Their bodies tumbled down, tripping others.
“Rafe!” You yelled while burst through a fire exit door on the second floor, the alarm blaring uselessly. Buildings were definitely not made for times like this, You raced down the external metal stairs into a narrow alley below.
Zombies started to fall from the sky while they tried chasing after both of you. heart was pounding. Your legs felt like jelly.
Then you felt it—a sharp prick on the side of your thigh. “Ow—!” You looked down. A small dart was sticking out of your leg. “Rafe… something just—”
Before you could finish, Rafe grunted in pain. A dart had hit him in the upper leg. “Fuck!” he snarled, ripping it out.
The world started tilting. Your vision blurred. Your legs gave out. “Keep running—y/n!”
Rafe tried to catch you but stumbled himself, leaning heavily against the alley wall. “Shit… tranq darts…” he slurred, eyes already drooping. “Where the hell did this come from…”
You both collapsed onto the dirty alley floor as the sound of the horde grew louder in the distance. The last thing you saw and heard was seeing the zombies getting shot one by one before everything went dark.
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