#v:zombie

@bruce-bannerd

“Okay, let’s check this place out.” Said Nat after she picked open the lock on a Hydra base that’s not so secret anymore. They found out that they’re working on something, but before they could blow this place up it was apparently abandoned.

@fluffybanner

Natasha’s been creeping around another house, looking for supplies but of course there’s nothing left to take. She just had food for another two days and only had a knife and a gun -with very limited ammo- to defend herself...It’s been a while since she saw people that are not crazy, murderous and/or cannibals and she wondered if there were any ‘normal’ people left on this fucked up world.

But well, she’s learned soon enough that all good people die first...Nat was careless for a second, but it was enough for her to almost run into a zombies. She quickly hid behind a wall and accidently stepped on glass (of course!) and thus got the zombies attention. How could these stupid things have so good hearing anyway?!

Nat ran away from them, not bothering to look how many of them were following her. She didn’t even know where she was running at this point, she just needed to get away. Then she climbed up somewhere and she was really glad that zombies were too stupid to climb. Most of the time at least and this time she was lucky. Then she saw a window -literally a window- to escape and got into another building.

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Natasha brought Bruce to a mission. It should be easy enough for them, but they didn’t expect to end up in a Hydra base. It should’ve been an easy infiltrating mission, but her informant didn’t tell her it’s something Hydra related. But good for them -or actually good for Bruce- it’s just a little base and still easy enough to get in.

Belle sighed impatiently.

“Mother, we haven’t eaten for 3 whole days - I have to go into that supermarket and get us some food now, otherwise we’ll become zombie chow!” She said desperately.

“I don’t want either of us to die…”

@missedbeinganalprobed

Broken glass, wrecked cars and fires littered the streets of Gravity Falls. Sirens and explosions could be heard in the distance, and yet it was oddly... calm. No people walking down the street, in the shops, no one in sight. Dipper knew better than to go searching for them, though.

He crept furtively along the sidewalk, paying close attention to where he was going, making sure not to step on anything, or anyone. He was headed towards the grocery store at the end of the street, where he could hopefully find some food to store. His family depended on it.

It had been several days since it had happened, the outbreak. No one knew why, but out of nowhere they started showing up. From the graveyard, hundreds of them. People who had previously been dead, just started walking out of nowhere, attacking the living. Him and a couple of others had holed up in the Shack, but food was running out and -

“Muhhh...”

Shit. One of the wanderers had spotted him. He tried to keep sneaking past it, but it had seen him -FUCK. It bumped into some asshole’s red sports car and set off the alarm. Not pausing for a second to think, Dipper made a dash for the convenience store. He slammed into the door, but it wouldn’t budge. A couple more forceful rams of his shoulder, and he was in.

He threw a shelf onto the ground to block off the door, then paused for a second and took a look around. He saw nearly empty shelves, used food wrappers and... a man. A redheaded man, who he’d never seen before.

scienceandmoths

When the Infection began, it had been only in the lower class. The gutter dwellers, the ones best left to their deaths in peace. Bahorel hadn’t blinked an eye when he’d begun to see the gamin appear more ragged, more rough, than the had been before the Infection. It was just another gutter problem, like the multitude of others that had sprung up in these last few years. They were endless, constant, and unavoidable.

It was when the dead in the streets began to show signs of not just normal deterioration, but missing chunks, bites… as though they had been eaten from. That was when he had begun to grow worried. If the street dwellers were at the stage of eating other people… then nothing was off-limits anymore. And while that would aid the rebellion against the government... it would harm them even further. There was no way of knowing who was Infected and who was not, who would be safe to involve in their plans and who would not; and that wasn't even taking into account those who could report them to the National Guard.

When he first witnessed one of the Infected tearing a man limb from limb, biting into his flesh and feeding off of it without shame, he hadn’t known what to do. It was the first time he had ever seen such cruelty, such… such inhumanity. Nothing could have prepared him for that day. Bahorel had fired off a shot to the head, hoping to stop the Infected in question from eating the man he had begun to tear apart, thankful that he had been collecting weapons for the Amis that day. Luck had been on his side. When that man had started trying to crawl toward Javert, a look of pure hunger on his face, Bahorel had fired off a second shot. The Infection was getting serious.

"Your pants are gonna fall and you're gonna fall on your ass you moron." "Am not!" "Are-" *clatter of skateboard on the ground and a muffled groan* "Told you so. Idiot."