#zombpocalypse

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First Horde - Zombpocalypse 8 7 Days to Die Alpha 19

[adredengaming]

Zombpocalypse 4 - 7 Days to Die Alpha 19

[rufusmainstreet]

We thought one was dead! He wasn't. #zombpocalypse #cutestzombieever

[epicmuttonchops]

i have a zombie movie script in the works featuring a trans boy whose brother has times where he just forgets his sister is now his brother, especially in high-stress situations, but the trans boy knows his brother really loves him. i’m gonna self-insert as a berserker kind of character that looks just like me: long blond hair in a ponytail and rust-colored muttonchops that can use almost anything as a weapon

[moskows]

Monsters & Rising Tide

The last couple of nights it took me forever to fall asleep despite being so physically exhausted that I could barely move. And then I had nightmares piled on top one another. Yesterday's were focused on a zombie apocalypse.

Last night's dream was about a floating parasitic alien/creature that essentially tentacle rapes you in order to take over your central nervous system and use your body like a puppet. I was fighting it throughout the dream until I finally buried it at the bottom of a very full dumpster and then went about my business, only to come back and find that people were emptying the dumpster and had almost reached the bottom. I was still fighting the creature when I woke up. 

I also had this dream where I was with a friend and we ran out onto the beach in the late afternoon sunlight. I had this feeling like this was home and I had been gone for a long, long time. And when the water washed up over my feet, I was elated. Until the backwash into the sea pulled on me. It was like the tide was gentle coming in but really strong going out. The next wave nearly knocked me over and I had to fight to stay upright and not be swept out to sea. I was still fighting against the tide when I woke up. 

[darkartstrailerpark]

Velma of the Apocalypse Zombie Apocalypse Velma by the cutiest cosplayer The Queen of Chibiland and lots more pics of her cosplay hijinks on her FB page

[likelambstotheslaughter-blog]

Zomb-pocalypse || Nick&Easton || no-time-for-stories

He'd lost track of the time he'd been in this universe... he couldn't find his way out.  How stupid could he be that he couldn't find a tear or some rip in time?  Easton laughed sadly at himself, thinking terrible things.

That was the the worst part about this place.  Not the flesh eating zombies trying to eat you 24/7, or the horrible stench of rotting flesh.  No... it was how the world around you, slowly and painfully, destroys your mind.  Without people around he had no idea what to.  These undead creatures were everywhere and he feared every moment of the day, the night more than the day, but it hasn't been safe outside for weeks.

"Weeks?  No, it's seemed like months."  He spoke aloud, arguing with himself as he looked around.  "I... just need to sleep, thats all.  I'll be fine after that.  I just need sleep..." He trailed off, just about to close his eyes when he heard a gutteral noise come from outside of the boarded windows in the room he had found.

A safe room, stocked with weapons and ammo but... he had been running out of food for quite some time now.  With only canned fruit and beans left he needed to find a way to collect more without being noticed by the undead.

Standing slowly, Easton peered through the crack in the wood he'd been using to keep an eye on the zombies, taking a look around before he heard a gunshot.  He ducked out of instinct and his heart started racing.  Guns mean people... but he could be infected.  'I'll have to be careful.  I have to tell him that I'm immune.'  He thought to himself quickly before going to the door with a pistol in each hand.

Pushing the big red door open he placed one of the pistols under his arm and, with his now free hand in his mouth, whistled to the man and waved at him.  A couple of the surrounding zomibes gave him a look and growled, starting to advance towards him.

"Get in here!  I'm not infected and I've got ammo and weapons!"  He yelled while shooting at the creatures, maiming them before delivering the final shot to the head.  "You better not be infected!"  He said, killing off the last of them with his trusty short-sword.

[whatsanapocalae]

I had a dream about a boy who woke up in an abandoned supermarket, except it wasn't abandoned, it was where everyone dropped off their zombies. He was shown around by a poorly used sexbot and learned that he was also undead. Zombitism was spread like mono, via saliva, but most of it was dormant. It was only active when the disease mixed with your blood. The boy had been bitten by this other boy, who he had a crush on, who didn't want to expose himself as homosexual. Zombies were basically just people who rotted faster than others and were really hungry. There had been no zombpocalypse as they were all sent to the supermarket, which was owned by a failed scientist and his giant zombie baby, who was trying to solve the disease that didn't even really need to be cured. So the boy escaped, with the sexbot, and found the boy he loved, hiding there with him. Boy he loved finally confessed, lots of love, and when the coast was clear they headed out to a mall, finding a bunch of living people. Boy was famous at this point from the news and the humans were easily brought onto his side. The scientist was searching for him, but he led this mob against him through a golf course area, too much for him to handle and he left. I woke up right when it switched from the scientist looking for him to the cops, as they don't like zombies, and the couple were alone, being rescued by this badass ladyfreind of theirs on a golfcart.