the living are worse than the dead — apocalypse au

[guts]

She had lost track of time long ago. All she knew is that it had been a while since things hit the fan, when news channels started broadcasting tragedies all over the world, people coming back from the dead and eating on the living. It was the kind of stuff you see in fictions, comic books all detailing the end of the world as some gorey catastrophe where zombies walked the planet. But no one had expected it to come true. It started in big cities, the infection spreading quickly with the large populations, before spreading out into the surrounding areas. It had given her and her brother plenty of time to prepare.

They had stocked up enough food and other supplies to last them a while, then set up inside their cellar, huddled together as the walking corpses outside grumbled and growled. But, of course, it didn't last forever. After a few weeks or so, their supplies began to dwindle. Just when things seemed to be going alright.

They were both reluctant to leave, but with no other choice, they stuffed light-weight bags with everything they would need and set out. She still wasn't sure what they had been hoping to find, but nevertheless, it had been stupid of them. Dying in that cellar would have been better if she was honest.

Now Cosette was here with this group and her brother was long gone, both of them separated a long time ago, before she came across this shelter. For a while she had hoped she could find him one day, but eventually she decided it was just wishful thinking; he was probably dead, or miles away from where she was. But she tried her best not to let it get to her.

She was just grateful to have a place to stay with people to help protect it. She wasn't sure if she could survive on her own. Standing out front of the large building that was at one point a school, she glanced around the fenced in yard, bored and wondering when the hunting patrols would come back.

/tldr; basically a zombie apocalypse au. they're all camping out in a former school building. basically a free for all, so u can make the thread go in any direction u like (walkers get in, raiders, ect)

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[MORIBUND]

abomination.

moribund was the odd child-- a youth with a past seized in domestic abuse. a life etched with agony and marked by bruises. once soft hands had turned calloused. split lips and bloodied teeth. once smooth, unmarred skin was scabbed over and illustrated with outlines of scarred tissue, each bearing their own story. they had their own tale to tell.

they are the child with the two heads. forsaken, and unwanted. two heads. one failure of a living being, and there was not a day that moribund had lived through wishing that the world would show them mercy. but there was no mercy to be found. weary and broken, the siamese twins succumbed to horror of this world. they deserved nothing.

trust no one. trust only themselves.

protection was within family, but they had family no longer. thrown to the woods as soon as the apocalypse had hit.  two heads. to be without them was unthinkable, given what was transpiring to the very earth. it was infected, with beings more abominable than they; rotting, sinking flesh and oozing skin with blood. they, brought back from the dead. it was incomprehensible. those beasts had no intelligence; only had the desire to consume and consume. they were all catastrophe and fiendish things eternally damaged beyond compare. they were death and decay, unnatural and wreathed in miasmic scent. zombies, they were called, and they would bring about the end of the world.

the very thought of them sent pangs of cold fear stabbing into their heart and their lungs, belly roiling. each day was spent in an overhwhelming paranoia. the type that tightened it's gnarled, wicked talons around your heart and squeezed until you saw things that weren't there and jumped at the lightest of sound. every shadow in the corner of their eye was not to be trusted.

moribund hadn't believed in monsters. they weren't real, but now they were. the boogeyman was only a fairy tale; until it wasn't.

the world had fallen to unchallenged chaos. moribund only knew of all encompassing dread. they did not fear death, but how they would die-- or rather, how they wouldn't die. a mindless beast

it was a wonder they had both survived. it was a wonder that this group had even taken them in at all.
they had only the clothes upon their beaten back and each other. moribund was nothing more than two extra mouths to feed. yet they were useful. for something, at least. they were not apart of the hunting party, yet they were still required assist in the daily chores in upkeeping the building they lived in.

moribund stalked into the fenced yard, two sets of eyes flickering upon cosette. they had not been aware that the other was here.

"what do you wait for?" came a mystified voice from only one of the heads, directed towards the other youth.

// I am,,, so so sorry for this long ass post

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