Who Will Win?

who will win?

(this meme was fun y'all are just mean)

Honestly, as a Reylo shipper, I do get how it's toxic

I got so used to Fanon Kylo Ren/Ben Solo that I'm used to him actually learning how to be a good person and facing the consequences of his actions. There's a clearer depiction of his inner pain and conflict that made him so interesting to me.

If you're a casual viewer that doesn't read fanfic though, you don't get the same character development, you don't get that earned redemption. You get a cheap death and a forced kiss from two people who repeatedly tried to kill one another.

I fell in love with the potential of these characters and stayed in love with what wonderful artists and writers have done with them, not the actual canon.

Epidemic: Chapter One

The apocalypse was the last thing anyone had been expecting. No one was prepared. Governments all over the globe were in extreme panic as a mysterious virus had swept throughout all major cities. It started out with people simply being sick. Then people began to drop like flies. Reanimating into bloodthirsty creatures soon after.

A day after the apocalypse was when the survivor groups started. People looking for food, shelter, weapons, and water, basically all the things needed for survival in this new world. Shawn Flynn and Grant Cohen were originally part of one group. But a sudden zombie attack had caused multiple members of the group to seperate, including the two men. Sadly for them. Things were only going to get worse from here.

Hey guys.. I’m sorry I took so long to write the first chapter for the story I’m making for my new Spinoff AU. The BATIM Saudade Apocalypse AU. I had really horrible writer’s block for so long. I’m also sorry if this story isn’t worth the wait.. if you guys don’t like it I promise I’ll delete it. I don’t want to bother anyone. Maybe I’ll try re-writing this some time if writer’s block goes alway.

Anyway. I hope you guys like this story. It’s okay if you don’t. I know it’s not very good.. I’ll try harder next time. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed anyone. I’ll try my best to fix any problems I find in it later..

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It truly frightening to stumble upon those creatures. The infected, lumbering around like they’re puppets on strings. Bleeding faces and blood-stained teeth. Dark veins spreading all over their bodies, and eyes glowing with a yellow haze. He knew that they used to be people only a day before.. but there was nothing human in them now.

They traveled around in groups. Sometimes growing so big in numbers that survivors would refer to the dead as ‘hordes.’ Searching for people to infect. Eating never seemed enough for those monsters. Ripping into one body and then lunging for the next. Going for anything that moved, as long as it wasn’t another zombie.

Because of an oncoming horde, Shawn had briefly become separated from Grant. Naturally he was absolutely terrified. The kid was a ticking time-bomb of Anxiety. When the outbreak started the day before, he could barely get him to move. Grant was almost paralyzed in fear. If Shawn hadn’t found him in time he probably would’ve been eaten. How was the boy supposed to handle being in a zombie-infested city without anyone to protect him?!

Feeling like a complete idiot for having this happen in the first place, Shawn swore under his breath. Pulling out a box of ammunition from his backpack, and steadily re-loading his firearm. Hearing it click into place. He then proceeded to run out of the alley he was hiding in, like a maniac. Completely disregarding the safety rules put in place by most survivor groups.

Rule Number One: Always check if an area is clear.

“Grant?! Grant, where are you buddy?!” Shawn called out into the surprisingly empty street, save for broken down cars and burning debris. For a second, everything seemed fine. Until he heard a choked gurgling from behind a pile of rubble. Then Shawn tensed up. Knowing what was coming. Mentally scolding himself over his recklessness.

A middle-aged man appeared. Wearing a black suit, white shirt and blue tie. Clothes that probably were once spotless and clean were now covered in blood and dirt. A single bite-mark rested on his neck, oozing with foul black liquid. The very same substance that was leaking from the man’s eyes and mouth. It staggered forward on unsteady legs. Slowly it stumbled towards Shawn.

Rule Number 2: Never underestimate their speed.

Suddenly the zombified man snarled, breaking into a sprint and then a quick lunge. Just narrowly missing Shawn who had dodged, and slamming into a brick wall. Knowing the enemy’s weakness was crucial in the new world. Luckily Shawn had already figured a few of them out.

“Heh. That was a close one. Nearly got me.” Shawn laughed. The zombie was now lying on the ground. Stunned from the impact of its face accidentally smashing into a wall. Groaning weakly and trying poorly to get back up.

“Welp, sorry buddy. Looks like I’ve got to put you out of your misery.” The man said, before firing a bullet through the corpse’s skull. Splattering its blood all over the side-walk. Silently congratulating himself, Shawn took off running before any more of those creatures showed up. They tended to be attracted to loud noises and the blast of a shotgun was certainly going to be one of those sounds.

‘Gotta get inside somewhere. Grant has to be in one of these buildings..’ He thought to himself. Deciding to go to the one closest to where the two friends had been separated. Hopefully the boy chose this building as well. If not, then Shawn would be back to square one (desperately running down streets searching for him)

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Rule Number Three: Find Shelter.

Blood dripped down his face from a wound on his forehead. Grant couldn’t remember how he got it. Neither did he remember where he was. It seemed to be some kind of office building, but the place was a mess. Everything was in complete disarray. Various papers piled up on the ground in a heap. One of them being a warning flyer about the outbreak of disease. Grant frowned at the sight of it. Chairs were knocked over, and broken glass scattered the floor. What was most disturbing was the bloody hand-print next to the undisturbed coffee-machine.

Wait. Where was Shawn? He was just with him a moment ago wasn’t he? Grant groaned and held his head in pain. No doubt that he must of sustained some kind of concussion. He knew that he should be worried, but his head felt dizzy. It was hard to think things through.

“S-Shawn? Are you in here?” Grant asked aloud to the empty room. Unsurprisingly there was no answer, but the young man decided to look for him anyway. As he did so, things started to come back to him a bit. The horde coming, the separation, and then crawling into this building for shelter before passing out.

That’s when the panic finally flared up. Realizing the horror of his situation. Shawn wasn’t with him. No Shawn equals no support. No support equals no protection, and no protection equals death! Who was going to help him if the zombies showed up? Grant was too afraid to shoot anything, and up-close combat was out of the question.

“Oh god.. oh god no..” Hands raised to his head, pulling at his hair in desperation. A panic attack was coming on. Starting to jump into hyperventilation. Grant could feel his heart throbbing in his ears. There had to be a way out of here! He needed to find Shawn.

Moans from somewhere close had him petrified. Was it upstairs on a higher floor? Downstairs? Grant didn’t know, and he was terrified to find out. Frantically the young man searched for something to bandage his head with. Worried that the undead might be able to smell blood. Fear rising in his heart when he failed to find anything.

Next he heard a predatory snarl. The noise sounding closer than the previous moans. Although he still couldn’t pin-point the location. Did they know he was here? Were they going to find him?

‘I’m not alone!’ Grant panicked and fumbled for his gun until he realized it was gone. He glanced at everything in the room, and yet there was nothing. Well actually not quite, there was a door that probably lead to some hallway, but that would be risky. There could be infected hiding out there, and the young man didn’t want to end up getting himself clawed to pieces. Hope for escape was seeming bleaker by the second. For now all he could do was stay hidden.

Rule Number Four: Keep Volume to a Minimum.

Grant tried to calm down from his panic attack, it was basically impossible to do that without Shawn.. he needed to be quiet. Too much noise will attract attention. From what he and Shawn had both witnessed several times before, the undead had some sort of heightened sense of hearing. Too loud, and they’ll come rushing to rip whatever made the noise apart.

Fortunately this ability proved to act as a double edged sword. Just as they can hear you, you’ll be able to hear them. Their bizarre blood-chilling shrieks. If he hears them scream he could try and run and hide, but this knowledge didn’t do much to comfort Grant. Only offering him slight hope in the chances of escaping alive. The boy managed to crawl into this building without getting mauled, maybe he still has a chance of escaping.

‘Right.. that’s it. I just need to be quiet..’ The boy thought to himself. He had to think about what Shawn would do if he were in this situation. He’d fight wouldn’t he? Well considering that Shawn was much stronger than him, going room to room shooting zombies wasn’t exactly a good option. That was Shawn’s strong suit. Not Grant’s. Plus he didn’t actually have his gun anymore.. Was he even capable of doing anything right?

“I-I.. I’m useless..” Tears began to stream down Grant’s face as he whispered to himself. He hugged his knees and sobbed. Wishing for everything to go back to normal. Two days ago life was fine. No bizarre sickness. No apocalypse, and no zombies. How did this all happen? It was a question that would probably never be answered.

Maybe he shouldn’t have survived at all.

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Once again I’m sorry if this story is terrible.. I tried my best. I wish I was better at writing. I actually had much better ideas for this, but I got anxious and nervous and kept having to re-write it.. I’m sorry about that.

Anyway. If you guys don’t like it I’ll delete it. It’s okay. I just want to make you guys happy, and I don’t want this story to bother you guys.

Ok, I LOVE her lightsaber

-Snow Zombie

Hey guys! I’m sorry again for taking so long to draw and write.. I still really want to go ahead with that Apocalypse Spinoff idea I had for my BATIM Saudade AU! So here’s a picture of Zombie/Searcher!Grant for the Apocalypse Spinoff! 😄

Grant has a little bit of a different design in the Apocalypse Spinoff. Since it’s in the present time I tried to make the clothes look a bit more modern. I gave him a blue jacket. I don’t know why but I decided to make the background Wintery. I just love snow. Sorry if the clothes don’t look nice though. 😅

Also sorry if the drawing doesn’t look very nice, and I’m sorry if the picture is blurry! I tried my best. I really hope you guys like this picture despite any problems it may have. 😅😅

did someone say… siblings

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