heads will roll; [o, zombie apocalypse au]

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    [ i'm watching the walking dead, sorry i was inspired lmao i'm trash- also a bad post ]


    the brute of a man hadn't been in the city for long, god knows why he came in the first place but it was a mistake. heavy black boots hugged his feet as he crept through empty streets, silence consumed his world and plagued every ally way in a deathly still. it was as if something awaited him, as if something was hunting him. but wasn't something always awaiting and hunting? wolfsbane's bloody hands clasped firmly within his right fist a machete in which encapsulated dry scarlett stains upon a striking silver contrast. his left arm was missing, though it was replaced with a robotic contraption now, covered by the sleeves of a rugged jacket that was pulled over his stained t-shirt. tan skin resembled the sahara desert as the sun was hot against his aching shoulders, it was pleasant for once as his muscles began to relax. the male's guard caouldn't have been down for more than a minute when something stirred in the shadows. a grunt and the topple of a trashcan upon concrete sent the masculine to firm his heavy grip upon the machete, his robotic hand slipping for a throwing knife within his pants pocket for a moment as he traded weapons.


    jaws clenched as his hand came to push back thick locks of tumbling darkened brown hair the obstructed his vision before his hand was dropped and his throwing knife came up as the walker slithered clumsily from the shadows with four others in it's wake. swiping his tongue over his teeth, wolfsbane hurled the knife forward, fingers releasing the handle smoothly as it soared through the air and hit it's mark within the cranium of a zombie. it caused the deceased to stumble once, twice, before it hit the ground and the others stood for a moment before hurling their lazy limbs forward in a run towards the man. wolfsbane's steady hand grabbed at the machete upon his thigh as he hurled his body weight forward into the crowd, arm swinging as the blade ran smoothly through flesh, a head was sent sprawling while he ducked, dodging a flimsy arm that attempted to grab at him.


    info — a narrow blur whizzes past wolf's face, narrowly missing the tip of his nose before it sinks deep into the rotten flesh of a zombie's head with a sickening noise that is a hybrid of a squish and a crack. another is loosed, the feather fletching whistling through the air before striking another walker in the leg. not a kill shot, but it disables the monster enough to slow its movements and give the man some time to recover. only when all the threats are neutralized does the archer expose herself, inky black locks dangling over the edge of the fire escape as she leans to get a look at the man below.


    a shit-eating grin spreads across her impish features, amber eyes shining. "Next time you shouldn't go off by yourself, bro," chimes the young girl before she nimbly launches over the wrought iron gate and falls several feet to the cement below, sinking low as she makes impact and using the momentum to roll. it isn't a perfect landing, but she thinks it looked cool. despite it being an apocalypse situation, the girl looks exactly like one would expect a sixteen year old girl to look: black hair, graphic tee, black leather combat boots, and comfortably ripped jeans teetering on the edge of "skinny." moccasin would look like a model for hot topic if it weren't for the quiver of arrows on her back or the inky blood that splatters her clothes as she retrieves her arrows from the now-dead undead.


    sin straightens, flashing another smile as she strides over to join her older sibling. technically, she shouldn't be this far away from the main group, but she is good enough with her bow that she decided to overlook that particularly stupid rule. besides, when she noticed her sibling sneaking off in the wee hours of morning, she decided to follow and make sure he didn't, yannow, die. "so what possessed you to enter this hellhole, anyways? there's still plenty of loot outside the city. there's no need to risk it," moccasin doesn't really care for the answer, but she's looking for something to fill the silence. she has never been very good at shutting up. quiet, yes. but not talking? no.


    you can make her like a 10 year old? haha!


    wolfsbane was having a rather delightful time slaughtering the walkers on his own, not like he needed help, especially from his little sister who practically showed him up once an arrow nearly took off the tip of his nose. it caused him to lean back, eyes following the knife's keeper to a small girl who was nearly as edgy as him. his jaw opened, as if he needed to say something but nothing came out. anger heated his eyes and bewilderment accompanied them before a walker grabbed his shoulder and the young man spun around, his elbow swinging back and lunging within the gut of a man, black blood spewed across the cement before his leg kicked out and sent the zombie to be hurled upon the ground where he finally smashed it's head in with his heavy boot. gory, yes- but effective!


    "FUCK, SIN!" he howled as an arrow nearly missed his leg and instead hit its mark upon a zombie's, finishing off the job with his own blade before he flicked the blade to clean it of thick blood that fused against the ground. his jaws clenched as his head remained down though he glanced up for a moment as she approached, straight dark locks falling over his eyes for a moment before it was steady pushed back. unlike moccasin, he liked the silence. eh, he was also a talker sometimes- annoying even. he guessed they were similar after all. 1. she nearly slice his nose off, 2. she nearly took his leg out 3. she followed him. siblings. maybe she did help, he'd give her that and a warm glance of thanks.


    he inhaled, thinking as to her question. "you're askin' me why i rather risk it in this city?" he echoed, raising a brow as he finally lifted his head to look at her, a crooked smile complimenting his features. "lookin' for other survivors, sin. god knows i can only take so much of you before i'd rather have a walker eat me," wolfsbane said sarcastically. joking; wait- oh, nope! wasn't joking, he and sin had been alone since the start, it was about time they found a few more survivors to tag along with them before he went mad. maybe they'd be able to find the rest of their family and maybe a few old friends. course he loved moccasin, he was protective of her, very protective. just one of those sibling relationships.

    if you were someone passing by, the body sprawled out in the backseat of the car could have been mistaken for the limp lifeless form. fresh blood stains, bright crimson, ruined the white tank top of the girl's body. dark brunette hair laid out messily, blood splattered in messy splotches all over her nicely tanned arms. but if you looked closer, you could see that the fourteen year old was anything but lifeless. her bright blue eyes were wide, her breathing hitched. "fuck!" she hissed quietly, a panicked look plastered on her freckled face. a string of curses spewed off her tongue, and she lay there on the back seat of the chevy tahoe clutching (of all things) a crowbar. why did she look so distressed? there had been a boy that emrys had been sticking around with since she got separated from everyone else. he was nice and sweet & all that good stuff, but he was also a little awkward and too fearful. he wasn't careful whatsoever. she should have seen it coming, he was too vulnerable. she had gotten back to the empty inn only to discover her new "friend" was infected. she had to kill him, or he was gonna kill her. she remembered the moments, it just happened after all.


    "yo! i'm back, are ya ready?"


    "u-um em?" the voice approached her, and emrys finally looked up at the lanky blonde standing in front of her. behind him a walker lay in the doorway of the tiny bathroom, but her friend's pale arm was marred and torn; he had obviously been bitten. emrys didn't say anything, she just stared. not in horror, or guilt. she just stared in disappointment. not sadness, not regret. just.. disappointment.


    "i'm gonna be ok, righ-" he didn't even get the words out, emrys pulled out the sleek black pistol tucked in her pocket and she shot him twice in the head, watching as he fell backwards with wide brown eyes. the blood had splattered onto her shirt and her arms, emrys didn't even blink when she shot him. she didn't even bother to learn his name. why learn a name when people are temporary?


    it wasn't the safest way to handle the situation, the noise ended up drawing a herd to the motel and she had to get her ass out of there, which explained why she was now hiding in the black vehicle. slowly getting up, emrys lifted her head and peeked out of the window. the street seemed to be clear now. seemed. anything could be lurking anywhere, but she couldn't hide forever. taking a deep breath, the girl carefully opened the door of the car and stepped down. tucking her firearm back into her dark ripped jeans, she trekked down the so far empty street. was she gonna find someone else who was temporary?