this one-shot contains; graphic scenes, fluff, smut
this is obviously a 'be more chill' (musical) fic. i'm basing it in a zombie apocalypse, cause y e s.
i've added some random oc's for more depth.
backstory; the whole 'squip faze' was just the first wave to test brainwaves, thought patterns, etc. the dudes who made the squips managed to back a zombie virus just to prove how easy it was. and boom. zombies.
everyone in this fic is within the age-gap of 17 - 22.
rich has his burn scars
jake has a permanent limp
jake is 19
rich is 17
we need that lil age gap right there-
(also i'm going off my own country's legal age of consent because i'm too lazy to search up america's legal ages of consent. so to go into detail; the last i heard, 16+ is the legal age of consent. but you can also be partners with someone 3 years older than you at most if they're an adult and you're over 16 ((so like 16 x 19, 17 x 20)). i hope this makes sense)
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splat
crunch
thud
whack
"on your six-"
a short, spit-fire of a male turned, swinging his bat violently, a loud, sickening crunch following.
he opened his eyes, looking to the caved in head of a zombie.
it laid, twitching for a moment, before eventually stopping.
"Rich - behind you damn it-"
before he could even turn, the taller of the duo had already slammed his tomahawk into the top of it's head, thick brown blood oozing out.
Rich, the short brunette with a faded red streak, flashed a half guilty smile. "sorry, Jake. didn't realise"
"it's fine. they're all dead anyways"
Jake shrugged, looking around. there were five in total laying lifelessly, their stench slowly becoming overwhelmingly sickening. they stood, panting in the street, a bunch of already raided shops near by.
the taller, darker brunette shrugged. "lets head back to the others. you got your bag?"
looking to the blood-covered bag, Rich cringed. "yeah... but i think i want a new one.."
Jake smiled, wiping chunks of blood from his tomahawk and crowbar.
"i told you we should've gotten that other one"
"i know! you should've just made me get it anyway-"
"well i tried to. you didn't listen to me"
Rich just huffed, flicking a chunk of rotten flesh at the taller of the two. it missed.
he scoffed, picking up his own pack. "you're gross"
"you're a germaphobe"
"you're short"
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