tw: zombie, injury, weapons
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One day later.
Tommy already felt way better than before, the first existing tired and dizziness left quickly. Phil had checked the bandage later the evening and found the wound unchanged, but Tommy had absolutely no complain of pain, except Phil caused it with a touch. This weird effect worried him and Kristin. Techno were confused of it, yes, but his main duty was still to take care of his brothers. And if they’re all in good health and not on the edge of dying it’s fine, right? And since a week ago the family found this new house in the woods, It’s way safer than it was before, so he could lean back sometimes too. And they all are aware of better not going outside in the night so it’s all okay currently.
But it was soon time to get food again.
Phil and Techno made themself ready to go get what they need since they were the strongest of the family. Two backpacks, their weapons and they made their way to the next place on where food was to expect. Because of the needed change of locations Kristin weren’t been able to plant any vegetables and other things, means they need to loot what ever they can find. And if there’s nothing anymore, another place were needed to find and life there for only a few weeks to a month. At least they’re used to it.
The door got closed after a last smile from Phil. Kristin, Wilbur and Tommy stayed and stood there in silence till the youngest became bored. “Wilbur? Wilbur? Wil? Wilbur? Wil? Wilbur?“ The brunette sighed. “Yes, Tommy?“ “Can we go outside? It’s boring as fuck.” Wilbur stroke over his face with a sigh. “Sure, why not.” Tommy laughed already excited and waited for Wilbur to grab his jacket. Kristin frowned and hold Tommy by his shoulders, causing him to stop being jumpy.
“Are you sure it’s alright?” With these words she pointed at the spot of his injury, Tommy shook his head smiling.
“I’m a big man, injuries won’t hold me back! And it doesn’t even hurt.” Proudly he crossed his armes and glanced at Wilbur. Kristin nodded and gone a step back, quickly checked on Wil before finally smiling.
“Fine. Just watch out you two, have fun.”
“And we’ll stay in the near, as ever.” Wilbur added as Tommy already opened the door to the outside. After a wave the two brothers gone outside, the younger already running to the trees and around giggling. Wilbur rolled his eyes with a smile as he followed.
“What does the big man even want to play hm?” Tommy suddenly stopped and thought for a second till Wilbur caught up to him, then he suddenly hit his older brother and ran away with the words
“Tag!” screamed out. Wilbur first didn’t understood, but when he did he accepted the challenge and ran after his brother.
“You won’t get me!!”
“Don’t be too sure!” Tommy and Wilbur ran between the trees and around, playful hunting down the other. It gone like this for almost an half hour till Wilbur with exhaustion decided to hide of his brother rather than running away. When he was fast enough he climbed up a tree and we’re as quiet as possible, staying up there. He soon heard Tommy giggle and stop running not that much away from him.
“Ohhh, you decide to hide instead? You will fucking loose, Wilbur.” With confidence he now walked around, searching for Wilbur who stayed in the tree branches with a grin, happy to finally get a break.
It took him exactly two minutes to realise his mistake when he didn’t heard Tommy anymore. Quickly he came down, snapping a knife open, which is from Techno, and looked around. What a careless idiot he is!
“Tommy?!” He waited for a response, nothing came.
“Tommy!!” He called again, now going around to seek him himself. The longer he walked, the more his worry grew. Where could he be? And why the fuck was he so stupid to leave him alone? He has to watch over him! In the distance he hears someone call his name questioning. Heavy were the pressure that fell off Wilbur and he ran right to the origin of where Tommy had called.
To his surprise he almost crashed with two zombies that stood in his way. He stopped himself and backed away as one tries to grab him.
“Fuck.” Then he used his knife and as good as he could he kept distance while slashing over the ones face. It screamed shortly before further stumbling forward, the other right beside. He needs to leave, he has no chance against them with just a knife. He tries to hold defence, struggling if he should continue going after the call or first get into safety. Even a third, but smaller, zombie came to him, face covered in dirt and a cut on the cheek- wait a minute.
“Tommy!” Tommy shortly looked to the other two zombies before back to his brother in confusion. Wilbur retreated his whole body from receiving a bite and scratch, barges into the him nearest zombie, also startling the other one, then he grabbed Tommy by his arm and ran away with him. The two zombies groaned confused and angry before they became faster and ran after them awkwardly. Luckily zombies aren’t too dangerous in small groups, means they were able to escape soon. When they arrived at their house with fastened breath Wilbur was the first to speak out first words.
“What the actually fuck Tommy.”
Do it, mate. Everything for the fun after all, healing is still possible afterwards
My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?
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tw: injury, zombies
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The group left the underground soon after. In the meanwhile Phil got persuaded to let Techno carry Tommy, even if not willingly. Instead he got handed the shotgun, so he can be at least a bit useful, which he held with pride.
But now in the outside they were quiet as death, the steps quick but precise. They now were in the middle of a city which is a very dangerous place, at most for groups, but this didn’t hold them back, they needed to find something. Behind many corners were zombies, if alone or many at once, standing there mindless with already rotten bodies. Blood stained dried on the stone ground and showed of the Massaker that had happened a few months ago. When the virus had spread.
To not get infected of this stupid zombie sickness Phil now led his family through the streets, having a specific goal. He looked back to his youngest, Tommy, and gazed at him with a small smile before focusing on the surroundings again. Now shouldn’t be placed a missstep or it’s their doom. They crossed quickly a street and gone into a tall building, everyone breathed out in relief. Wilbur put down his bat and looked around.
“And you say its here?“
“Yes. There was the sign, we’re in the right place.“
“Hopefully with what we need.“ They gone up the staircase, to the fourth floor. When there was a closed and locked door Tommy was given to Wilbur to be carried, Techno then kicked in the door after a few tries. He also stepped in at first, Phil as second and they both started seeking around. Wilbur carried Tommy lastly to the couch that he saw and laid him down there, sitting right next. Kristin made her task and closed the door somehow, so they stay protected if in the building still were zombies.
As she came back to her two sons they heard Phil let out a yell of triumph. They snapped their heads to the direction he went to.
“I found it! I found the medicine and aid!“ Techno came out of his room where he’d sought, a confused but also relieved expression in his face while Kristin already rushed to her husband. They talked silently. Techno Just gone to his siblings, sitting down.
“You think it’s the right? We already got one miss take.“ Wilbur smiled weakly. “Well, I hope. If not it could get worse for Tommy.“ He then stroke over the young‘s blond hair who looked like sleeping. Phil then came back with a bandage, desinfektion spray and handkerchiefs. Techno stood again up, took Tommy on his arms and positioned him so his back was on the upper side. Wilbur lifted away his shirt to show a bite by his waist. It had bleed a little bit but not anyhow life threatening.
It was just a dumb accident when this dog came running right at Tommy and attacked him. But because he’d passed out Kristin became worried, and now they’re in this abandoned apartment of a doctor.
Phil disinfected and cleaned the wound at first, to their surprise Tommy made a small noise of pain but stayed still with closed eyes. Carefully got the bandage wrapped around his waist, covering the bite. Kristin already stood there with and watched them as her son got treated.
“Wil? Could you look around and get something to drink?“ Wilbur nodded and left the room. He went to what he supposed to be the kitchen and looked into the cabinets for a glass which he filled with water from the sink. It’s very lucky that here was still running water.
He came back and again sat down on the couch, handing Kristin the glass of water. Techno made Tommy sit up so she can infuse the liquid. First the boy coughed lightly, then he drank it. Phil didn’t get his eyes from him, watching carefully with slight concern. Tommy then halfway opens his eyes and looked at everyone.
“… What the fuck. Where am I- are we?“ He wanted to sit himself more up but hissed of the burning pain by his waist. Techno made him lean against his chest, comforting him.
“Easy Tommy, you were unconscious for a bit longer and we just treated your wound. Rest a bit for now.“
“I‘m not a child you know? But fine.“ He again closed his eyes and rested. Techno looked to Phil.
“We have everything?“ “Yes. And we should leave as fast as possible.“ He stood up and made his way again through the apartment, took what he needed and packed it away in a bag. Techno again took Tommy on his back as they made themself ready to leave this place. Wilbur noticed something.
“Wait, what is with food?“
“Gone, not eatable, you can choose.“ With these words Phil opened the door and gone outside, the gun in his hands and the bag on his back. Wilbur grabbed his bat and gone outside too, followed by Techno and Kristin.
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“Excuse me, What!?”
Phil and Techno came back at evening, had the food stocked up again and now the old man was almost yelling at Wilbur out of surprise.
“As I said, they didn’t attack him.”
“And the wound doesn’t hurt too.” Said the more quiet voice of Tommy. He was still very confused, and now even more after Phils explosion of his mind. The man now breathed through, getting his mind together.
“Okay, let me think, let me think.” Phil then gone in circles in silence, Wilbur and Tommy remained quiet too. And this gone like that for minutes. As Wilbur already wanted to share his Theorie of Tommy being a zombie Phil swept with how tounge.
“Okay listen you two. We will wait on what happens next and how it develops, okay? And no experimenting.”They two wanted to say something against it but lastly changed their mind.
“Tommy, could you go for a few minutes.” Tommy groaned annoyed.
“To talk about adult shit? I’m an adult too, see? I’m tall, can talk in deep voice-“
“Tommy, go.” The boy blinked before rolling his eyes annoyed.
“Fine, I go, I go. You see me going? I’m leaving already.” Lastly he scoffed again before he left and closed the door to the room. Now Wilbur looked to Phil waiting impatiently.
“So? Why should he leave?”
“Because I wanted to explain to you what happened and what we’ll do.” Wilbur waved it off, grinning small.
“Well, I already know what happened. Tommy got bitten by the dog who apparently was a zombie and now he’s one too.” Phil sighed as he again gone around in the room, like he was on edge. Wilbur didn’t liked his behaviour.
“Right?”
“Wil, I knew this from the moment he passed out. The dog probably ate rotten infected flesh and transferred it to him. The thing is, Tommy isn’t full zombie, he is still talking with us and doing childish things. But what I fear is that he’ll become a full zombie soon, and if only that his body rots, who knows if it will hurt him or not. In general, we habe absolutely no idea on how it will develop.”
Wilbur stared at Phil who now looked at the walls shortly before continue going around. It was like Phil didn’t just dropped assumptions with dangerous effect, he was fully in his mind. It freaked Wilbur out.
“Phil, could you- could you just please stop walking in circles?“ Phil stopped and looked to his son who weren’t done talking.
“Just stay somewhere, not- not just going around like that.” Phil nodded, still not taking his gaze from him. Wilbur strike over his face and took together his mind after he cleared his suddenly dry throat.
“So, you say that Tommy might gets pain soon, die or become a full zombie, where every option is bad as shit.”
“Well yes. But listen, we don’t and can’t fully know on what will happen. Currently he is still kind of alive and has no pain. These are only assumptions a d we have to wait till we know more. Okay?”
“Okay.” Phil gone to his son and took him by his shoulder, giving an assuring smile.
“It will be okay, we’ll figure it out.” Wilbur nodded silently as he got gripped tighter before Phil let go.
“Just stay calm, and don’t let Tommy know before anything happens.”
“I’ll take care.”
“Thanks mate.” Phil then left the room, Wilbur followed, and they gone outside.
Had they only known of the small quick footsteps that ran away shortly before they left.
tw: angst, mention of injury, attempted hurting
It been almost a day, the family sat in the kitchen for dinner. Kristin made potato casserole and just served it on the table, the warm and delicious smell quickly filled the house. Techno had wished for this meal. As they began eating a small conversation started on how the trips for foodhunting, as they sometimes say, had been and how many zombies they had killed.
The talking went on happily in a positive atmosphere. Tommy however we’re more reserved. His fork poke pointlessly into the potatoes, got taken out and the same again. He were hungry, yes, and not only a bit, but he couldn’t eat that. He made his experience on what happens if he in his current state eats normal food.
So he stood up, put away his plate and wanted to leave.
“Honey? Aren’t you hungry?“ Kristin saw confused to his son, the conversation stopped and all eyes now were on him.
“Uhm,“ Tommy started nervously fiddling with his hands “I … no. I go outside.” Before Phil could start with his talk on how important it is to eat healthy food Tommy already left, seconds later the front door got opened and closed. The family was quiet until Phil raised his voice.
“Am I wrong or is he weirdly quieter today?” Wilbur now stood up and put his plate to the side.
“I’ll talk to him, maybe something is wrong or he feels pain.”
“Wouldn’t he say if so?”
“That’s why I am going to ask.” Phil nodded as Wilbur left the kitchen while grabbing his jacket. He went outside. He looked around with slight worry, seeking where Tommy could have gone to.
Tommy sat a bit more away in the grass, gazing away. Something told Wilbur that it weren’t been very calming for him, he sat there with his arms tight to his body, like he is crying. Wilbur approached him loud enough for him to notice, there was no reaction.
“Tommy?” Tommy looked to Wilbur a bit tired as his older brother sat down beside him. Tommys face was unusual pale.
“You alright Toms? Does something hurt?” He shook his head.
“No, not really. The wound maybe a bit but yeah, it’s okay.” Wilbur frowns while Tommy looked away again, through the trees. It was clearly to tell that something was wrong. So he tried again.
“Any reason on why you didn’t want to eat?” Tommy nearly flinched at the question, quick he looked down and searched for an answer, or lie. He tried stuttering an answer, tried another time, then he breathed through and sighed.
“Fine. Actually I am hungry, but since I got bitten I, like, can’t eat anymore. What ever Mum cooks or makes it looks so yummy and I would eat mountains of it but recently …” Wilbur stayed quiet and waited for him to continue.
“Recently it’s just so weird as like my stomach can’t handle the food. Either I receive massive aches or I don’t eat and stay hungry.” Then Tommy closely wrapped his arms around his body, letting out a shaky sigh. Wilbur laid his hand on his shoulder.
“Tommy, you should have said earlier. Maybe Phil could’ve already known what to do against it, or maybe Kristin could try out other food. But why didn’t you tell?” Wilbur leaned forward to look into Tommys face with a smile. But Tommy looked down with empty eyes, just like he was lost in thought. A few moments he didn’t say anything. Then he looked with wide eyes straight to his brother.
“I-I’m just … so h-hungry.” Tommy jumped up and pushed Wilbur surprisingly strong to the ground. He groaned in light pain but got interrupted as Tommy grabbed his arm and tried biting into it. Surprised Wilbur shoved Tommys head away and crawled a bit away. The boy made another try and almost jumped on Wilbur.
“Tommy!!” Wilbur screamed, hoping that he might snaps back to reality, which held no effect. Tommy already again opened wide his jaw to take out a chunk of flesh but Wilbur now quickly took Tommys head by his throat, with the other hand he took him be his right arm and shoved him away. In a fast movement Tommy got thrown to the side, Wilbur made the same and they switched places. Before worse could happen Tommys arms got pressed on the cold ground while the blond still bit through the air in a hopeless attempt of reaching Wilbur.
Wilbur put all his pressure of his weight on his brothers arms so he can’t move, his breath gone fast. Tommy hissed and kicked and looked at Wilbur with furious eyes. Suddenly his look softened and he stopped struggling against the strong grip, from the house came the rest of the family, alarmed from Wilbur’s scream after Tommy.
They stopped coming near when they saw Wilbur pinning Tommy on the ground who now stared at him with eyes full of regret and tears.
“S-Sorry Wilbur.”
Maybe I'm slowly coming out of my apathy and I want to draw more. So I went to Alastor sketchs.
tw: Blood, Weapons, Zombies, Death, Body horror
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Slow were the footsteps as the group walked through the subway hallway.
Everyone was aware of the danger of being underground but it was the only way, their only hope to escape. Each step left a small noise that echoed loud on the grey concrete with spits of red, and each breath testified of exhaustion. It must be around late afternoon, too early to go to a corner to pass out and sleep, and too dangerous. Phil, the grown blond man and leader of the group, sighed audible as he has been carrying the young unconscious boy on his back for an hour now. The well build woman, who walked beside him, looked to her husband in slight worry as he started grinning. The other two boys with slight younger age also led their attention to him.
"I swear, as soon as this child wakes up he's going to cause more trouble than already, same as complaining about literally everything." Phil chuckled then, the woman's face softened
"Phil, you know how Tommy can be."
"I know Kristin, I know."
Techno rolled with his eyes as he straightened his braid and gripped again the grip and barrel of his shotgun he found, no one believed him to have found it in a hunters hut in the woods. In some spots of the gun were taints of blood in greenish red color, showing how often it already became of good use since the virus has started spreading. Wilbur by Technos side instead had a bat in his hands, nails that got violently driven into the wood where also bloody red and still got smaller pieces of the zombies skin on them rotting as the young man didn't cared for cleaning it anymore.
"Well" Wilbur started with low interest "at least we would know he's alive then
Kristin chuckled silently before getting serious again.
"True tho. But first we should bring him away from here. You remember when we used to live in our house and he once woke up otherwhere? He had been in panic.
"I remember well."
Phil joined the conversation now.
"He would panicked every time, that's why we have to hurry up. It has been a long enough day alread-"
Something suddenly almost fell in front of Phil's feet as it has emerged of the dark shadows of the subway. Phil weren't been able to even flinch as the inhuman creature with half rotten face, skinny body and half ripped of waist attacked, wanting nothing but to hurt the man as he let out a fiendish screech of ist mouth-. A gunshot echoed loudly up the walls as the zombie got thrown back by ist head, a dirty gibberish liquid lushing out of the wound where the bullet hit. With a last groan it hit the ground and didn't get up again. Technoblade slowly lifted the barrel of the shotgun, looking to Phil with disappointment.
"You become an old man, Phil-"
"Oh shut it already. I knew there was one, I just didn't want to take away the uhm privileg to kill it."
Techno scoffed smiling as he reloaded his gun with two movements, the cartridge case falling to the floor. Wilbur now started laughing brightly.
"Phil, you are getting fucking old!"
As respond Phil only rolled with his eyes.
"C'mon, I'm carrying Tommy, no way I could have been able to defend myself."
Kristin nodded agreeing.
"Fine Fine. ... Youre still an old man."
Wilbur said as they continued going through the halls. The discussed still moved on.