Your lips, my lips, apocalypse
My Secret Samta gift for @thepandalion
Summary: "There was a walking– running– corpse headed towards them, smelling of rotten meat and decay. It was something straight out of a zombie movie, that hideous creature moving ever closer in their direction.
In shock, he blurted out, “What is that?”
Jeremiah gave him the answer in the most his way possible. By not answering at all. “Run!” He ushered, pushing him inside the house. The taller looked at him, confused– brain having gone blank. “To the basement! Quick! I’ll follow behind!” He grabbed his old sword, hung on the wall, for defense."
OR: Bubba and Jeremiah experience the world end a second time, in this case, by a zombie apocalypse."
Author's notes: Please go on AO3 for this. I beg. It's almost 9000 words. Please help me. Thank you @secret-from-the-samta for hosting this event!
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