#zombie cod

I saw the new Gaz skin and they did my boy dirty. So here’s my take on a zombie Gaz. Piggybacking off of zombie Ghost a bit.

Zombie!Ghost this and Zombie!Ghost that. No. No. No. I want to see Zombie!TF141.

CW: Zombies/the undead, mention of gore & violence, military inaccuracies.

Zombie!Tf141 Discovering the four of them all seem to have some semblance of their human consciousness in tact. Maybe some more than others, but they manage to keep each other in check. It's Zombie!Johnny. Of course it is. The man was always a little feral even in life. His mind is still there. He still tries to joke silently with his mates, but the primal urge to sink his teeth into something warm and bloody rises far more often than the rest of the men. Thankfully, their ingrained military structure keeps them in check, four heads on a swivel to Zombie!Price, their captain, not giving into urges that nibble at the back of their minds unless he says so.

Zombie!Tf141 slowly discovering what they can and can not do anymore as undead as they wander the apocalyptic country, unable to find purpose for staying on base any longer after everyone they knew had died or pronounced M.I.A. Noting how simple it is to see long distances, no longer relying on scopes and binoculars. Their predatory instincts make them sensitive to any semblance of moment, milky white eyes narrowing in on potential prey. Finding their hearing so sensitive that, at times, it's overstimulates their new senses, causing Zombie!Gaz to almost short circuit one day as the team flees a particularly well fortified group of survivors. Their firing guns so loud it leaves him disoriented.

Zombie!Tf141 who struggle to regain some semblance of routine after turning. No longer expected to rise early, run drills, training exercises, take on life or death missions. No longer expected to be the soldiers they once were... the nights are the hardest when the world turns eerily silent. It's hard to keep a routine when you never had one for endlessly sleepless nights that bleed into daylight. They used to dream away the dark hours, taking shifts when out on deployment.

Zombie!Tf141 who all find their first taste of humanity, of rekindled emotions when they give into their need to hunt, to consume. Stumbling upon a campsite of survivors one evening, a small fire lit in the center of the makeshift living space. Clumsy, really. Should have known it would attract zombies, the boys entranced by the light and knowing it held warmth. Something they all craved desperately. Forced to defend themselves as the survivors naturally go for their weapons intent on killing the team. It's the first time they've killed living humans since turning. Left blinking messes around the fire as they regain their semblance of human consciousness, hunched over dead bodies, their stomachs full of flesh and innards.

Zombie!Tf141 who all silently grapple with their inner humanity as they work through the different stages of grief of killing innocent civilians. Their military training still at the core of the human consciousness, fretting over killing people who were just trying to defend themselves. Even when the itch at the base of their spines whispers that it was what they were supposed to do. Their humanity dieing out as they had turned, the animalistic itch cooing to them that they were meant to hunt, to kill, to continue the spread virus.

Zombie!Tf141 who all amble along, unsure as to why they walk ither then a base instinctbto move. Totally not because the virus wants them to continue to spread it. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap all intuitively fall in behind Price. Their human minds vaguely remember the sensation of loyalty to the then man. Only to be shocked when Price comes to a stop and groans out in frustration as they come upon a small abandoned town. How long had they been walking? Slowly, they all looked around, human though sluggish coming to the surface as they questioned where they were.

Zombie!Tf141 finding time was a strange concept when they were all trapped inside their bodies. At times, coming in and out of consciousness when the animalistic side of the The captain expressing concerns about potentially running into survivors if they kept on their current course. And... suprisingingly, the other three men find they can understand Price's intentions. Ghost is the first to speak up, trying to convey that it wouldn't be any more safe to travel through the woods which seemed to run along both sides of the road they were on, which comes out as a string of groans and growls.

Zombie!Tf141 who all gawk at one another in silence as they come to the realization that, even though their vocal cords aren't working like when they were living, they seem to be able to communicate with one another. Instincts somehow able to translate what was coming out of their decaying throats. And for the second time, they can see a small light of humanity in one another's milky-white eyes.

Ngl broskies, this one hurts me too FR FR. From the trailer it almost looks as if he's still sentient (I could be wrong but compared to the other zombies in the trailer he still acts very much like his human self) which makes sense with Simon's survival pattern in life. He's always the one that remains, the one that outlives everyone else, the man who neither himself or others can get rid of.

It's so tragic to think that beneath all the stuff the body undergoes when you get zombified, he's still there and he can see and feel everything but can't do anything to stop it. I think what hurts him the most is not just the fact that he's losing himself but that, like I said, yet again he's forced to outlive everyone.

Now, I don't know much about the codmw lore (AND BEFORE YOU COME HERE AND START FLEXING YOUR KNOWLEDGE, JUST KNOW IM NOT GONNA CHOOSE PEACE) but for what I know soap, in the original timeline, died and roach and a bunch of Simon's teammates too. With that in mind, I imagine that if he's a zombie and, taking a few creative liberties here, this zombie timeline could be placed a little bit before mw3 where everyone fucking expires then babyboy here is really going through it.

He's a monster now, and not in the "I feel like a monster because I think of myself that badly" no. He's quite literally a fucking rotting corpse walking and running around at full speed, body slamming the shit out of everyone. He has lost his friends, he has possibly had to watch that happen and once again, just like with his family, he couldn't do anything to prevent it and somehow ends up being the only survivor.

There's no amount of therapy that could ever fix that fucking shit bro, like he's doomed to real life plot armour where it doesn't work in his favour but instead just takes away everything and everyone he cares about. And now, even if he manages to gaslight himself into thinking he could make it work for once, that he could fr be happy with the next person that enters his life, he still wouldn't be able to be with them cause now he's a fucking zombie.

My brain likes to torture me with the thought that him retaining his self awareness and stuff wasn't on purpose and surely wasn't his choice, that the way the infection works on him is different. He feels so tired of dragging around his body and the mental tool it takes on him makes everything so hard. I could actually see him just deciding to cave in to the need of just...letting go, like to stop holding onto whatever is making him sentient and just kind of die inside his mind (?) Idk if it makes sense but since he can't physically die he would be content with just kind of switching himself off.

That's it. That's my painful brain fart for you to enjoy and suffer with. Unfortunately I can't pay for anyone's therapy, you are free to end my existence instead.