Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

I'm always ready for a war again, pa (2)

In which you both fight to survive (2)

Listen to: Pray For Me - The Weeknd, Kendrick Lamar

zombie apocalypse au! tw for violence and all that

You were doing pretty well, riding across the country. It was pretty fun, you got to see different places that showed you how life was before the outbreak. You've met many different people, killed many more. You were pretty sure even more people were on the hunt for you. As you went around, you gave them a different name, unable to track you. 

There was a particular group of people that you crossed. The Panthers. You never knew why they called themselves the way they did, but it was certainly interesting. You were just trying to clear a space for yourself, so you just silently killed the entire crew within a building. You were skilled with a bow and arrow, even better when a gun has a scope. 

They were after you, angry that you killed some of their best. 

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Melanie asked, hanging Phoebe some tea. Phoebe had come straight to her once she made the decision to leave. She wanted someone else's opinion. So, she told Melanie. Everything. "It's pretty dangerous out there, especially alone."

"She can't be too far. Y/n gets distracted too, so, she would get stuck in different places." She pulled out the letter and a map of the country. "She said that she would be going out west, the upper west coast. Maybe even Canada. That's a start."

"Phoebe..." Melanie trailed. She could tell that the girl was dedicated to finding you. But it was practically a suicide mission. "That's so broad. It's too broad."

Phoebe swallowed down any sort of tears or feelings. "No it's not. Melanie, please, you have to trust me on this."

"I trust you," She reassured, placing a hand on the other. "But you have to understand that it's a suicide mission. Canada and US are so big."

"I know it is." Phoebe grumbled, running her hands through her hair as she thought it through.

"Then you know you can't go alone." Melanie kept her voice calm, just for Phoebe's sake. She can tell that the girl was flipping out without you, someone needed to be calm for her.

Phoebe looked to Melanie. "I'm gonna bring Cole."

"What?" The blonde exclaimed, standing up. "No. You are not bringing Cole into this! He can barely handle shooting! Take Max!" She pointed off. Phoebe clenched her jaw, nodding. It went quiet again. "You want me to go too, don't you?"

 The smaller girl nodded. "I do." She whispered, almost tearing up at the thought of you turning away.

"Why?" Phoebe swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I just- I need someone to turn to if she doesn't come back with us." She admitted, falling back onto the couch. Tears welled in her eyes, this wasn't a common occurrence. But you brought out that emotional side to her. 

"Then you could do that when you come back." Phoebe looked at the girl, once more, and nodded. Melanie sighed, giving into what Phoebe previously wanted. "You can take Cole."

"Are you sure?" Melanie nodded. "Thank you, I'll leave soon." Melanie swore that this Phoebe that you brought out, it was almost a different person. She had never seen someone so passionate and caring about another, especially from a girl like Phoebe. You really were something different. You were each other's light in the dark apocalyptic world.