A watchers puppet

Underground homes

Why hello sorry I haven't updated in a while 

we enter the next universe a zombie apocalypse one 

Warnings: zombies, mentions of murder, bombs 

Grian's pov: 

The air smelled of tar and dirt

He couldn't really remember when the zombie apocalypse started 

there was no way to tell time apart from the sun and that didn't work in long time situations 

If he was to guess it had been about 2 and a half years 

And you know what he was the one in the zombie apocalypse with a sword

Most people would say he was crazy, a madman but he did kind of enjoy this

They called him the watcher now 

The spiked googles sitting on his mess of light brown hair had eyes shitly drawn onto the lenses in purple posca  

And he had painted the word watch onto his obsidian sword  in a language that no one knew anymore so to say he wasn't encouraging this nickname was lying

Grian wasn't a bad person at least he thought he wasn't but if you asked some random survivor about the deadly watcher they would probably say he was a sociopath with a knack for explosives and a craving for violence 

but he would argue he was simply just taking this opportunity to have fun and cause some terror 

But basically grian was a mercenary people payed him to clear out areas killing any zombies or people unlucky enough to stumble across his most recent project

So yeah he had killed a few.... thousand zombies

He had also 'cleared' a few dicky survivor towns

Some people just deserved to die 

A path of death followed him always 

He traveled between survivor bases collecting jobs, payment or news

Grian didn't really have a 'base' 

He mostly wandered 

alone and free 

But secretly he did have a home, deep in the wilderness there was a cave 

inside the cave protected by a heavy iron door was a small thriving community 

We called ourselves the hermits 

There used to be about 30 of us sharing the secret cave system but now there was only 12 excluding myself 

I knew them all by name we were a family: Mumbo, Scar, Impulse, Gem, Pearl, Bdubs, Doc, Etho, Iskall, Ren, Tango and Xisuma everyone had special talents and skills that kept the community running

Xisuma was kinda the leader he made sure fights were simmered down and everyone had a mutual understanding with each other

Sure we all had our best friends, I mostly stuck with scar and mumbo when I stayed there but the others were all my friends on different levels 

It was a amazing corner of this horrid world and my job was to keep us hidden and protected by murdering anyone or thing that discovered us or came to close I also did whatever the fuck I wanted 

Everyone was aloud to come and go as they wanted but most liked to stay inside and safe 

Occasionally Scar would come out for short adventures but because of his botched leg and limp it was safer for him to stay