Mar 23
post apocalypse au
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post apocalypse au
Walking dead fans out there?
ShikaTema Zombie AU in the making (among my other stories 😅) Shika is an army kid destined to protect their home base in Georgia and Tema is just a woman from California trying to survive the undead world with her two brothers.
Their first meeting didn’t go quite as friendly as it could have🤭 she’s scavenging and he’s tempted by fate to come to this very home.
Warning- cursing
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Her shotgun held in one hand and checking the sheathed machete to her side, Temari pressed her back at the top of the steps, hiding behind the corner and holding her breath.
People not to be trusted.
The door lock clicked and the squeak of its opening froze her to her bones, she knew for a fact the undead couldn’t open doors, yet she had hoped it was them rather than the man. Temari held firm, holding that shotgun like it was the only thing to ground her, something to keep her safe as she braved that peek around the corner.
Too dark to see much, but she’d gotten used to seeing shadows in the dark.
He remained still by the entrance, hand at his waist resting on a gun handle, surveying his left first, the kitchen, then his right, the living room. Silent and listening, when his gaze pointed up the steps she had already exhaled her breath and now held it behind the wall.
This wouldn’t be the first time she’d encountered people, probably not the last, but the three men who had found them a couple months back had not been friendly and she doubted this guy would be the same after he split off from his companions.
Alone, people were prey, together in a pack they stood a chance, she was alone, but then again so was he.
Then he hummed, like a sound of approval and he took to going right into the living room. His heavy steps deep and announcing himself carelessly into the barren home. Idiot, didn’t even think to search the place first. Welcoming himself in as if he lived here all his life.
Soon after a lamp brought light into the room, too comfortable the man seemed, but at least his light gave her sight again.
What was she to do though? She could sneak back into grandma's room and try the window, but if that door creaked, she was sure the window wouldn’t be much quieter.
Maybe she could try for the door, but damn it, it squeaked too when she walked in and again when he had. Maybe she could face him, take him head on and gain some time to get out of here unseen by his pack.
Taking the first step from the wall, she used all her strength to put as little unnecessary weight on those wooden steps as she could, remembering that the next step would be loud, so she avoided it to go to the next. Stopping, she listened, he seemed to be looking through drawers in the bookshelf. Good, she was still unheard. A new confidence waved over her, shotgun still held in one hand until she hit the wood of the first floor.
Good, she could do this.
A whistle, just a short hum of the sound as if he’d found something interesting, searching the opened drawer, unaware that she was holding her ground at the entrance of the living room now.
She had been right about the bulky look, a shimmering golden green vest under the lamp’s light, cargo pants of a soldier, like those she had once seen rushing into the chaos of the city as her family had focused on running away from it. Was this guy some military brat that had failed his mission in protecting the innocent? Maybe he had ran too. Maybe.
Maybe.
Enough maybes, it was now certain that she had no option but to save her own life.
People not to be trusted.
Temari raised the shotgun, exhaling her breath, ready.
Seems he had heard her too, suddenly still and unmoving, with a grunt he slowly raised his hands to the sides of his head, fingers sprawled and unarmed. Surrendering?
“You’re pretty quiet,” he noted, voice low and hard, still staring ahead at the bookshelf, “barely heard you come down the steps,” he ended with a subtle scoff, almost as if he was annoyed.
How the fuck had he heard her? She was sure her steps were made so tenderly on the wood that even she couldn’t hear them past her heart thumping in her ears.
“I’m sure you’ve already seen that I’m not alone, so whatever you're planning here you should just quit now.”
Quit. Ha! Not in her nature, and she proved it by exhaling her breath louder, a huff, as if he’d insulted her. That was reason enough for his head to turn, just a peek over his shoulder, revealing the sharp lines of his side profile to her. Hair slicked back in a black ponytail and black eyes as sharp as knives, the hint of the lamp's light flickering in the corner of his gaze as it met her unwavering glare.
His brow quickly creased and he turned his torso as if to get a better look behind him and determine who she was. Temari hadn’t moved, but her finger did hold the trigger tighter now, ready.
“Can you talk, woman?” His brow raised, questioning her further silence and let out what seemed to be a frustrated grunt in his throat. “Shy?” Silence. “Deaf perhaps?” Silence. “Scared?” Her eyes narrowed, harsher this time, but she remained as still as stone. “Can you speak English?”
Why entertain this fool? Why bother? He made a slow motion to turn around fully, hands still raised, just shifting a foot to reveal more of himself. Less the shadow across his face got, and he braved a step. That was all she needed.
“Move again and I’ll blast a hole in your head, fucker.”
He froze, but his face relaxed, as if hearing the threat was somehow a comfort to him. From the part of his face that glowed with the lamp, he lazily drew up a corner of his lip and tilted his head along with it.
“She speaks,” he spoke, his hands remained still, he didn’t bother to provoke further and simply stood still, obedient to the warning. “Though I do have a name,” he added with a sigh.
“Good for you,” she drew out her sarcastic remark, but the lines on her stare remained creased in warning. “Gun and knife on the table now,” she jerked her head, motioning for him to follow the command.
“Really?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” she let her own annoyance bark in her tone and warn him further that she wasn’t messing around.
“It’d be a drag if you did,” he mumbled with a roll of his eyes and reached down to his belt, taking her stiff stance with more caution now that he was moving.
First look at Bluehaven. 🌊💜
I’ve been building the underwater kingdom for ZOMBIES: The Alternate Ending for months, and this is the closest I’ve gotten to how I picture it.
Bluehaven isn’t in the open ocean. It’s hidden inside a massive underwater cavern where the bedrock glows blackberry-purple from the Sea Stone itself. White buildings stretch toward the cavern ceiling while ancient carvings beneath the paint hint at a much older history that’s been buried for years.
This is the city Lyra calls home… and the kingdom Victor never knew was part of his story.
Every location in Z:TAE has its own history, architecture, and culture. I can’t wait to show you the rest.
💜 ZOMBIES: The Alternate Ending is now publishing on Wattpad, AO3, and here on Tumblr.
Church Bells(Adler x Bell!Reader x Woods)
Previous Intel
Eighth Intel | Before
Description:
The world ended for Bell after Cuba.
The whole world followed soon after.
Zombies AU | Drabble Format
Warnings/Tags: Mature Rating, Graphic Violence, Dark Themes, Trauma, Body Horror, Gore, Major Character Death, Brainwashing, Post!Cuba, Pre!Solovetsky, No Solovetsky, Female Bell, Older Man/Younger Woman, Toxic Relationship, Obsession, Menticide
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Sub-Zero & zombie Shang Tsung
my ladybug and chat noir designs for my zombie apocalypse au! ladybug's jacket is made out of denim and chat noir's is made out of leather
chat noir's a swordsman; ladybug's a sniper but has a crossbow for zombies
the armor piece on chat noir's shoulder is made out of license plates!! not sure if thats clear
i'm gonna write a fic on this au eventually! i'm writing a bunch of notes rn :]
Early Sunsets Prologue
7 months ago, the world was normal, save for one small lab in the middle of nowhere. The lab was ordinarily quiet and privately owned by the head scientist (and most likely his janitor too), but this was about to change. Pac was only beginning to pull on his coat and start his day when his janitor, the only other staff he ever had regularly around) alerted him to a van pulling into the driveway. The vehicle was almost entirely unmarked, save for a large insignia on the side that Pac knew at once: The Federation. He stepped back from the window, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. He hadn’t been working on anything illegal- well, not recently- but there was no reason for the government to be on his ass this time. A car door slammed shut outside as both Pac and the janitor quickly pulled every blind down.
“Calma, calma- It’s going to be alright Pac. You didn’t do anything wrong, what could they possibly want from you?” The janitor cooed softly to the other as he had begun to pace.
Pac dug a hand into his hair. There were voices outside, but they weren’t distinct enough for him to actually make out words. “Fitchi- They don’t come here for no reason! They might kill me! Or us! Or you!”
A hand gently clasped ahold of Pac’s, and another soon took his other. “I will protect you if it is the last thing I do, Pac,” Fit gently squeezed his hands. Pac hoped it never ever came to that. A knock at the door finally pulled them from each other’s eyes.
Pac begrudgingly let go of his janitor’s (lover’s) hands and crossed the room to get the door. A masked employee greeted Pac blankly before stepping past him into the lab. Another employee followed, and Pac quickly noted that both had large guns within his view. Finally, a third fed followed behind them. This one was not visibly armed, but the chill dancing down Pac’s spine told him he didn’t need to be. This worker was still clad in the signature ghostly white of the Federation, but they wore their long white hair in a crafted bun atop their head. Their uniform was different, too. Instead of the smooth white masks of the grunts, this worker had an unsettling smile printed onto their mask and a pair of bear (he assumed) ears attached to the top. If Pac weren’t so on edge, he might have been able to admire the clear effort that had gone into their appearance. No more employees came in, but he doubted the Federation would waste a full van on three people.
“Can I help you?” Pac asked, straightening up his posture a little before slumping just slightly again. Fit’s firm hand found its way back into Pac’s.
“Actually… you can.” The third employee spoke slowly and carefully, crossing to the centre of the room now. The other two flanked either side of them like the bodyguards they may well have been. “You see, the Federation has been keeping a close eye on this here…laboratory… for quite some time now and we think that, perhaps, you might be of some use to us.”
Pac cocked his head to the side a little before looking over at Fit, who was equally as confused. It wasn’t like Chume was one of those major labs right now. They weren’t pumping out medicine, or drugs, or even anything really. Shouldn’t the Federation have their own labs? Fit squeezed his hand slightly. Pac returned it.
“Perhaps you’re not understanding me-” The Bear, as Pac was now mentally calling them, effortlessly switched into Portuguese despite never having an accent in English. “Pac, você tem habilidades que a Federação pode usar. Nós precisamos de você.” (‘You have skills the Federation can use. We need you.’)
Pac blinked a second before just staring. “O que- O que vocês precisam?” His gaze flicked over to Fit quickly, which did actually help him calm a little. He could practically hear his voice even though he wasn’t speaking, his eyes said it all. Calma, Pac, calma. Pac steadied the slight shake in his hands– the only real tell that he was nervous at all– and let out a quiet but heavy breath.
“Seu laboratório é muito útil, e você é muito inteligente, mas… você sabe disso.” Pac could practically hear the smirk lurking in their voice. (“Your laboratory is very useful, and you’re very intelligent, but… you know that.”)
“E? E o que você precisa?” He took a small step towards them and started to study their mask now that he was no longer trembling too much to see straight. Now he could see that this mask was even further different from those of the usual feds. This mask had actual eye holes behind a thin mesh that made up the dull eyes of the smile printed onto it. Something about this caused the hair on his neck to stand on end. He hadn’t even noticed previously that the plain white masks didn’t have eye holes, but now that he had, that shiny plastic (assumedly) would be burned into his brain.
“Eu quero que você crie um vírus.” (I want you to create a virus.)