Danti One Shots

·Unknown Antidote·

Many swears in this one :)
I'm also writing this in first person POV

August 1st, 2023

There were zombies everywhere, and when I say everywhere, I mean fucking everywhere. It was like flies on shit. Zombies were like glitter, you get some on you and it never comes off. It basically becomes a part of you. Or maybe the zombies were like sand. It gets stuck in you creases and cracks, forever staying there no matter how much you scrub in the shower, and at the moment zombies were surrounding me like a Labor Day parade. I had to find a way to get myself out of this mess, after all, I got myself into this mess in the first place. My makeshift hiding place behind a flaming dumpster probably wouldn't last long anyway. I should have stayed back at my base, but my ass of course wanted those frozen burritos. I have no idea how they survived the apocalypse, but there they were. In a convenience store, in a freezer that was somehow still running (probably from a backup generator, the poor scrub that had been hiding in the store was mauled by rabbits. Yeah, rabbits. Everything got effected, even the damn squirrels enjoy eating human intestines).

Anyway the burritos were tantalizingly within my reach when a screech shook to me down to the bone. I ran back outside and just missed the Runner (Runner; Noun: a really badass and fast zombie) that barreled in through the glass doors. Ironically the little bell that indicates someone coming in went off. The Runner soon backed out, allowing me to grab my frozen treats and book it out of there. Unfortunately I ran into a mob, and a huge one at that, leading us to right now, me hiding behind a dumpster, yadda yadda yadda, typical zombie apocalypse shit. If I calculated it right I could tackle a zombie, kill it, and rub it's rotten insides all over me. No it's not a fetish, get your damn minds out of the gutter, it's a survival tactic and it works quite well at that. Even though zombies are killing machines, they're still dumber than a brick. They mostly rely on their hearing and sense of smell, so if I smelled and sounded like one, I was safe. A small window opened up and I was able to drag a zombie behind the dumpster with me. I had to kill it quick or else- yup, the upcoming sentences would happen. The zombie overpowered me with an all mighty force and pinned me to the ground. I tried reach for my knife but the stupid prick grabbed my wrist in a vice like grip.

I struggled some more, panic rose in my chest, as so did bile in my throat. I had never been this incredibly close to a zombie and it was horrifying and stinky. It was stinkier than Cousin Eddie dumping his and his family's shit down the sewer in front of Clark's house. Now that's a good movie. All of my survival instincts squashed my common sense. I was scared shitless, and I did what anyone would probably do. It was so smart. It was probably the best idea I had ever had. I bit the fucker right on the hand. Now hold you applause for just a moment, I haven't even gotten to the best part. The creature screeched and fell backwards off of me. What was left of its skin started to boil, agonizing screams left its rotten mouth. The sight was unbearable so I closed my eyes and covered my ears until everything fell silent. Hesitantly I opened my eyes to see not a zombie, but a man laying before me, and a Goddamn gorgeous one at that. Let me tell you my friend, my gay levels were in fact peaking, reaching levels beyond my understanding. How could have this god of a man been a disgusting thing called a zombie beforehand? All I can say is that miracles happen sometimes.

When the gears in my brain finally decided to start working again, I got it. I just reversed everything. I turned this man back into a human. New note to self:

Zombie bite human = human turn into zombie.

Human bite zombie = zombie turn back into human.

Genius, I know. Who would have thought?

The man before me sat up slowly, his expression was a mix of confusion and that face you make when you eat something rancid. I sat as still as a statue, not having the slightest idea how to deal with this. The man rubbed his face and let out a huge sigh. "What happened?" If I were standing my knees would have buckled at the sound of his voice, but instead my elbows buckled, making me fall onto my back. I quickly sat back up again and cleared my throat. The man looked over to me and his eyes widened. "Holy shit... I was- you did-" and the man fainted. I sat there for a moment to collect myself before standing up. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around his body, picked up my bag and tried with all my might to pick him up, coming to no avail. This man was packed with meat and muscle. The mob had cleared out luckily and I shuffled around the empty parking lot to see if there was a car I could hotwire. There was no car I could find, but I conveniently found a small wagon and a bike. I luckily had a few feet of rope in my bag also.

A few minutes later I had the man in the little red wagon, which was connects to the back of the bike with an extension cord. Yeah, I said I had some rope, turned out it was some pretty shitty rope. The crap instantly broke when I yanked on it. But I found an extension cord in the convenient store, they're called convenient stores for a reason.

I hopped on the bike and started to pedal. It took a few tries before I was able to get enough momentum going so that I wasn't straining to push the pedals. I weaved around cars on a lonely highway. Walked the bike and the man in the wagon through muddy feilds. I scanned creepy looking neighborhood's for food. An even 20 minutes later and I was at home base. You couldn't really see it from a distance, and that made it a lot better aside from the fact that it was a treehouse. Yeah, I had somehow managed to find a treehouse still intact. Incredible luck if you ask me. I had managed to pulley the man up (and with a lot of effot) with me and laid him on the makeshift bed in the corner. I don't know why I brought him. I could have easily left him. But the loneliness was consuming me. I had to have someone. Someone to talk and joke with, another person to tell me that I wasn't the only one left, and that there was hope of my family and friends still being alive.

I prepared a good old fashioned dinner after a little bit. Cold baked beans out of the can, with a side of left over Chef Boyardee. Absolutely revolting and delicious at the same time. Even potted meat was a luxury in times like these, along side Vienna sausages. I left some for the man, licking my fingers in content. Another 30 minutes passed before the man woke up. I got out my flask of water and handed it to him. He chugged it down, not leaving a drop left. He basically ate the Boyardee and beans in one bite. I guess eating brains after a while had gotten pretty old. He wiped his mouth a mumbled out a gentle 'thank you' and I smiled. He at least had some decency. "So how the fuck did you know that would work?" I had to process his question for a second before my slow ass brain finally got what he was asking. I shrugged. "I didn't, dude, I just fucking panicked." He let out a rumbling laugh. "Yeah, I would too I suppose, having a zombie up close and personal. Sorry that I attacked you like that." I waved off the apology and got up to look through some of the boxes I kept stuff in. I eventually found some clothes and threw them at him. He thanked me once again and slipped them on. "So what's your name?" He asked me. I sat down, would it be worth telling him my real name? I didn't like my real name anyway. "The name's Anti." I gave myself a high five at that one. The man gave me a suspicious look. "Well since we're using pretend names, mine is... Dark." Touchè, Dark, touchè. I looked at his soft eyes and caved. "Alright, my real name is Anthony, but Anti really is one of my name's. A nickname an old friend gave me." Dark chuckled and held out his hand. I took it and he firmly shook my hand. "My real name is Damien, and I just made up Dark in the heat of the moment." That caused a light chuckled to escape my throat.

We talked some more before I asked a question that I had been wanting to ask for hours. "So what's it like being a zombie?" Dark and I were both laying on the floor currently and gazing up at the oh-so-interesting celing. I felt him tense slightly beside me before he flipped over onto his side to face me. "Well, I can't exactly remember, but it wasn't pleasant. It was like there was one part of me that was still... Me. But the other part was like this incredibly powerful primal, and gross, cynical animal. I don't know, but it was weird." I nodded slowly. "That's deep." Was all I could muster. Honesty, the way he described it wasn't that deep, but I didn't know what else to say. The need to sleep was making its way into my system. And that's what we both did, fall into a very much needed sleep, and for the first time in years I actually felt safe (added with the fact that we had started spooning sometime in the night. Another high five to myself).

October 1st, 2023

It had been two months since I had met Dark, and we hadn't left each other yet. We had learned more and more about each other and our selves each day. Every passing week we had gotten closer and closer. Each month I kept falling more and more for him. I had come out as gay to him, and he had come out as bisexual to me. It was great, it gave me the hope that I actually had a chance with him. These two months had led up to this exact moment where we were both sitting close together to fend off the cold of the night in the treehouse. This last month let me plan for this moment. The moment when I would admit my feelings to Dark. "Hey uh, Damien?" He looked down at me since I was slumping against him. All of a sudden after I was so sure of what to say my mouth went dry. I kept repeating the words in my head, but they wouldn't fucking come out of my damn mouth. "Anti? You okay? Anti? Anthony?" Him using my real name made something in me snap. "IreallyfuckinglikeyouDark!" I rushed out, the words all jumbled. Dark just started at me blankly before cracking a smile. "I really fucking like you too." I sighed in relief and enveloped him in a hug. God it felt good to have those words said back to me.