#zombies fic

[kokinu09]

Not Such a Bad Thing

Chapter 21 : Leather Bound

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[kangaracha]

PRETTY part 4

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“Addison,” he says when she’s already under him, her skin bare and her breath hitched in her throat in anticipation. His hands cradle her hips, but don’t reach any further; this time, he’s clever enough to keep his mouth well away from hers, and to pin her down where she can’t chase after him.

“Don’t talk,” she says and tries to drag him down anyway, her hands sliding up his back. His skin is smooth under the light rake of her nails. Sensitive, too; he arches under her touch, his eyes sliding closed far enough that she thinks she’s fooled him.

And then they open again. And he asks, “Can’t we just talk for a moment?”

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[hollanovislove]

I just wanna say that I just read this for the first time and i’m so freaking in love with it omg idk who orphanaccount is but damn they write some great fics

[gayce-ventura]

Check Yes Juliet

Addison's scared gaze met Zed's disappointed stare. He couldn't believe this, couldn't believe that the girl of his dreams was just like the others. Every year, his house got egged, every year, he had to shield Zoey from the hate, and here she was. His girl, his cheerleader, with a carton of eggs in her grasp. He sighed and looked away, not able to see the fear in her eyes, the shock on her face.

“Zed, anybody there?” His father asked.

He glanced back to the girls, back to Addison, and shook his head. “Uh no--”

“Mr. Necrodopolis. Hi.” Addison said, popping up from her hiding spot.

Zed, Bree, and Zevon stared at the girl. Had she gone crazy? The older zombie glanced around, making sure there were no Z-Patrol around, making sure this wasn’t a trap. He didn’t trust humans, didn’t trust this girl. He noticed the eggs in her hand and frowned. Oh, he thought to himself, this girl was one of those humans.

Noticing Mr. Necrodopolis’ gaze on her, she dropped the eggs like a hot potato. She sighed and glanced at Zed, turning to speak to the older zombie. “I’m Addison. I go to school with Zed.”

Still deciding on if it were a trap, Zevon squinted at the girl. “All teenagers go to school together now, be it zombie or human. But what are you doing in Zombietown, Addison?”

The cheerleader sighed, wringing her hands together nervously. “I can explain, if you just give me a minute of your time.”

The older zombie glanced at his son, who looked at a loss for words. Sighing, he turned back to the smaller human. “Is it just you here, Addison?”

The girl quickly glanced to her feet, where her best friend still hid, and nodded. “Yes sir, it’s just me.”

He sighed deeply again and shook his head. “Well come on inside then, both of you, it’s not safe out here.” 

Zed, pulled from his daze, looked over to his crush as his dad walked inside. He frowned as the other girl stood up. “How are you going to get home?”

The other girl, Bree, shivered in her boots. “I’ll just call my brother, he’s part of Z-Patrol.” She squeaked out.

Zed threw his hand forward, and shook his head wildly. “No, no, no! No Z-Patrol. They’ll break my door down, let’s not do that!”

Bree flinched back at his exclamation, but shook her head at the zombie. “No, my brother is cool. He won’t say anything. Plus, I won’t call him from here, I walk closer to the wall.”

Addison, ever the curious cat, tilted her head a little. “Who’s your brother, Bree?”

“His name is Gus, he’s the best. But  I should go now, so that he won’t ask too many questions.” The girl hugged her best friend, and nodded to the zombie. “I’ll see you tomorrow Addie!”

Addison watched her friend disappear down the street, and looked back at the taller zombie. He was staring at her, not sure how to feel. He was still so disappointed with her, with the eggs, but for some reason, he had hope. Was this all a big misunderstanding, or was she truly the worst?

He tipped his head, motioning for her to go inside. The cheerleader bit her lip and nodded, quickly making her way into the zombie's house. What was she doing? She should have just stayed hidden, should have ran away with Bree, gone home, anything but this. But the look of dismay on Zed’s face stopped her brain from working, causing her to act on instinct. 

Closing the door behind him, Zed’s frown deepened. 

The girl of his dreams was in his house, but not how he wanted. He leaned his head against the frame, sighing. How could he explain this to his dad? How could Addison explain this to him? What would the older zombie think? How would this affect his high school career? A million thoughts rushed around his head.

He heard a throat clear from the kitchen and sighed one last time. Turning around, he saw Addison sitting in his normal chair, and his father leaning against the counter. His heart skipped a beat, this is how he could see his future, her in his house, socializing with his family, loving them. He shook away the dream, and walked down the hallway.

As the teenager sat down, Zevon spoke up. “Alright, Addison, please explain to me why you were outside so late?” He failed to mention the eggs.

Addison frowned and bit her bottom lip. “Mr. Necrodopolis, Zed, I am so sorry. I didn’t want to do this. It’s all part of cheer initiation-” She cut herself off, wide eyed and frantic. “Not that that makes it better! Not that it’s an excuse! I didn’t even know what Bucky’s plan was until I hopped out of his car. I am so sorry.”

Zevon sighed and shook his head. “So you really weren’t going to egg our house?”

Addison shook her head vehemently. “No sir, I would never! I was just telling Bucky I wouldn’t when he drove off.”

The older zombie sighed again and nodded. “Ok Addison...what was your last name again?”

The cheerleader looked up sheepishly. “Wells.”

Zevin’s head shot up. “WELLS? Zed! You’ve got a crush on the chief's daughter?”

Zed shot up from his seat and waved his hands vigorously at his father, trying to get him to shut up. “What? No, no, no, she’s just a friend!”

Addison, flushed head to toe, smiled shyly at the boy. “Yes, Mr. Necrodopolis, Chief Dale is my dad, but I’m not like him. Not like the rest of my family. I won’t say anything about tonight. I promise.”

Frowning, Zevon nodded his head nervously. “I suppose I’ll just have to trust you Addison. How are you going to get home tonight?”

The human frowned, but before she could answer, Zed butt in. “She can stay here, right dad?” He glanced at his girl. “Like you said, it’s dangerous out right now.” 

The older zombie slowly nodded. “Yes, Addison, that’s actually probably the best idea right now. You never know when a rogue zombie will wander into town.”

“Rogue zombie?” Addison asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Zed shook his head. “That’s a story for another time Addison. You can take my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Addison shook her head quickly. “Absolutely not, I won’t take your room. I can sleep on the couch.”

Zevon let out a chuckle, shaking his head once more. “Addison, you’ll take Zed’s room. Zed, couch. Go to bed you two, she needs to leave early in the morning to not be caught. Goodnight.”

As Zevon disappeared farther into the house, Zed turned to look at Addison. She looked nervous. The zombie smiled and held out his hand. The cheerleader smiled lightly and took it, intertwining their fingers. Shocks ran up both their arms, and the two teenagers smiled widely at each other. They could make this work, they had to, they were made for each other.

[asarahworld-writes]

everythin' that we're denied by keepin' the divide

AO3

Dale returned to the dinner table, his face grim.  “I have to go.  There was a shooting by the border.”  Addison’s heart dropped.  Zed stood up.

“I have to go home.”

“I’m going with him.”

Zed and Addison spoke at the same time.

Dale shook his head.  “You kids stay here.  The community’s been advised to stay indoors until we catch this guy and I don’t want to take a risking in having Zed exposed.”

“Chief, do you have a name?  My little sister…”  Zed’s voice cracked.

“Even if I did know, I couldn’t tell you.  That’ll be classified information.”  Zed was understandably worried.  At the look on both the teens’ face, Dale sighed.  “It wasn’t your family, Zed.”

That still left Eliza and Bonzo, Eliza’s parents… the whole community, really. “Dale, everyone’s family on that side of the wall.”

“I need to go back to work.  Zed, be careful.”

There was a knock at the door.  Dale looked at Missy, eyebrows furrowed, then went to the entrance.  They could hear him speaking in hushed tones, trying to calm an obviously-distraught woman.  Dale brought her into the kitchen, where Missy immediately began soothing her.  The mayor poured her a glass of water and sat with her as her sobs subsided.

“I need to go,” she hiccupped.

“It’s not safe, Mary.  Zombie Patrol is taking care of everything.  You have my word that Dale will call you when it’s safe.”  Missy said in a hushed tone.

“But the shooting!  It was him, I know it was,” she cried between her sobs.

“Kids, go upstairs,” Missy said without taking her attention away from the woman, whose phone started ringing.  Missy looked at the Caller ID.  “It’s your daughter.  She’s probably worried about you, taking off like that.  Do you want me to answer?”  The woman took a shaky breath and nodded.  “Mary Zieliński’s phone, this is the mayor speaking.”  A pause.  “Yes, she’s here.  Yes. Yes.  No, that’s fine.  See you soon.”  Missy hung up the call.  “Cecylia is coming to see you, Mary.”

As Missy tried to comfort Mary, her own cell phone rang.  “This is the mayor.”  Her grip on Mary’s hand tightened.  “Are you sure?”  Her voice softened.  “I’m with her now.”

Upstairs, Zed and Addison could hear everything.  Zieliński.

“I knew him,” Zed said softly.  “He lived just down the street.  We’d stay with him sometimes when we were younger, when Dad was working and Eliza’s family was busy.  He had an old ice cream machine in his garage and all the kids used to take turns churning it.  Of course, we never had the stuff to make ice cream, but we didn’t know that.  Always ended up with cauliflower slush.  I never knew he had family on this side.” Addison squeezed his hand.  “He was old.  Like, really old.  He was the oldest person who survived the Accident.”

By zombie standards, Zygmund Zieliński had been ancient.  Already in his forties at the time of The Accident, Zygmund was now well into his nineties and had been a founder of zombie society.  He had been forcibly separated from his wife and two children after The Accident and had dedicated his life to regaining his humanity enough to see them again.  Everyone in Zombietown had known him.

“I’m bringing her now.”  Missy hung up the phone.  “He’s in Containment.  How would you like to go see him?”  Mary nodded, already rising.  “I’m going to text Cecylia.  I’ll grab my keys, and we’ll go.”  Addison and Zed heard Missy run upstairs, and quickly busied themselves with the nearest textbooks.  “I’m taking Mrs. Zieliński to meet her daughter.  Don’t leave the house.”  Missy was gone in less than a minute.

Both Zed and Addison were at a loss.  For Zed, one of the oldest and most well-liked members of his community had been murdered.  And Addison could see herself in Mrs. Zieliński.  Two people, in love with each other, kept apart by a town that so desperately wanted to be picture-perfect.  Zed and Addison?  Or Zygmund and Mary Zieliński?

[kangaracha]

THE GONE AND THE GATHERED part 2

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An alarm shatters the quiet whispers of dawn, splitting the air of Zombietown into two.

Wanda wakes immediately upon its activation, despite her aching body and the short hours of sleep she’d managed to steal between stumbling home and the rise of the sun, blurry eyes opening to a half-lit room and Olena crouched in the corner, her hands over her ears. A groan she can’t hear escapes her, the rattle of it passing through her throat the only indication that she’s made any noise at all. Olena doesn’t hear it either, her eyes fixed on the floor and her face pale with fear.

Someone tugs at Wanda’s blankets, ripping them away and letting them pool at the foot of the bed. Maya, her face pinched with unease and her eyes as cold as iron as they glare at her. “Census,” she says over the top of the alarm, and waits until Wanda hauls herself up into a sitting position before she turns to pull Olena up from the floor.

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[kangaracha]

PRETTY z-o-m-b-i-e-s; chapter one

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“You’re no fun, Addison Wells.”

Her head snaps around to the boy standing behind her, lounging against the doorframe like he has absolutely nowhere else to be. “What?” she replies, her face scrunched up in annoyance. “I’m fun. You not doing your job isn’t fun.”

He pulls a face, snorting in amusement. “That’s because doing your job isn’t fun. If you were fun, you’d know that, and you’d come and have a drink with me right now.”

“We’re at work, Zed.”

“So?”

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[kangaracha]

THE RIVER NEAR THE VALLEY chapter ten

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Wyatt whips around, bringing his sword up just in time to block the savage cut of the other man’s blade, aimed straight at his back.

Their swords meet in a crash of metal above his head, the force of the blow rattling down his arm and into his shoulder. The soldier bears down on him with all of his weight, trying to breath though his defence. When their eyes meet, his are bloodshot and dark with rage, his face turning red from the effort of holding the blade.

“Demon thing,” the man spits in his face, his voice breathy and raspy. “You killed him!”

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