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A pot-in-pot refrigerator, clay pot cooler is an evaporative cooling refrigeration device which does not use electricity. It uses a porous outer earthenware pot, lined with wet sand, contains an inner pot (which can be glazed to prevent penetration by the liquid) within which the food is placed - the evaporation of the outer liquid draws heat from the inner pot. The device can be used to cool any substance. This simple technology requires only a flow of relatively dry air and a source of water.
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Yo, I just saw this on Wikipedia (don't ask me why I was looking this shit up) and there was this scientist guy or something. He made a prediction of when the world will end. (As you do and as people have always been doing)
He predicted that the world will end on November 13th, 2026. He says because of overpopulation. Now clearly, I don't believe the world will end in 2026. I'm not saying that a part of me doesn't want to see if some nonsense happens on that day. So I'll be back (hopefully) on November 13th, 26
Dad will always be here | B.Chan
pairing: chan x fem!reader (in which chan is your dad) summary: "I'll always be there for you, sweetheart. No matter how hard it gets, I'm by your side. We'll go through it together" He keeps reminding you of it but will it stay forever? word counts: 1.8k words genre: angst, small fluff, zombie apocalypse au warning: mention of death(nothing to detail), reader often get called by sweetheart lil note: okay, not the perfect timing, I know so enjoy :) Listen to daylight and Atlantis while reading this, I highly recommend it.
Your breath caught in your throat, making you choke as you tried in vain to calm yourself. Your legs trembled beneath you as your hands clasped over your mouth to stifle the scream of horror that escaped you. He stood in front of you, his back to you, and you could see fresh blood dripping from his quivering hand and the bat he had used to kill your mom a moment earlier… he had killed his wife. Her body lay lifeless, and a scarlet liquid spread from her head to the floor, forming a pool of blood where he stood, still in denial of what he had done. His feet seemed to be chained to the ground.
“Dad..." You called after him, your voice sounding fearful. Chan turned round, his cheeks splattered with blood, and he hastily wiped it away with his sleeve before walking towards you and gently grabbing your hand.
“I’m sorry that you had to see that.” The light you had seen in his eyes had disappeared. All you saw now were tears at the edge of his eyes, as if he were reflecting your expression, but he was still trying to gather his remaining strength to move on from the guilt. He squeezed your hand to reassure you that everything would be alright and flashed a smile you knew all too well was forced.
“We need to go now before they find us, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you just like your mother would want me to.” He unfolded your sleeves and buttoned them up, then moved to your shirt collar and did the same. A brief kiss on your forehead was the cherry on top, even though the world had gone cold, his love remained warm.
He pulled you by the hand and you followed him as he took one last look at his late wife and kissed her forehead one last time. You watched as he mouthed something into her ear before leaving the place you once called your safe place. It was hard to leave your memories and… your mom.
How long has it been since you exited the house? It was nothing the same as you last saw them – cars were abandoned on the street, cracked cars’ and houses’ windows and bodies– It was everywhere, scattered like trash. The weight of reality was burdening you, it felt…unreal. You clenched Chan’s hand when your mind momentarily turned hazy and he instantaneously halted on his steps, his face painted with worry as he held your shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded meekly “It’s funny how I see this every time I watch a movie and never I thought I’ll live in one”
“I hope this is a nightmare, sweetheart. Come on” He took a step further and accidentally stepped onto something. Retreating his leg, he bent to grab it, his other hand still attached to yours as if you would run away when his fingers were lifted. His eyes lit up in an unreadable expression after he realised it was a loaded gun.
Maybe he was glad he found something to protect him and you.
Both of you continued making your way out of the neighbourhood. His grip tightened at every sound he heard and pulled you closer to him. His gestures spoke a high volume of unspoken fear. The sun was beginning to hide behind the horizon when you arrived at the quiet main town.
Quiet? Usually, the town was chaotic at this hour – With people shouting to promote their things before closing the shop for the day and Minho was the one who brought all of them, insisting he would pay more than the given prices. Later, he would ask you to accompany him to a nearby foster house with a grin, arms filled with paper bags.
A sharp gasp bubbled out from your mouth after seeing Minho’s body leaning against the wall with his neck crooked to the side, a trail of deep shade of red was behind him. His neck was harshly bitten by the dead, his bone was in sight. Your cheeks felt damp and you let out a few suffocating sobs. Your feet were chained to the ground as reality had finally sunk in – who was next? Whose death would you witness next?
The sounds of branches creaking behind caused Chan to snap his head toward the direction and in a swift motion, you were hauled from the back and landed on the rough path while hearing a familiar groaning above you. Slowly glancing up, you noticed the flesh eater biting into his bat as it struggled to get hold of the man. His knuckles turned white while he attempted to push it away.
“Y/N, go now! Find a safe place, I’ll meet you there”
“But Dad!”
“Sweetheart, it’s not the time to argue” His voice was calm but laced with desperation, almost sounded like he was begging toward you. How dare he? He still has the guts to say that after your mom died? Clenching your fist, you stood up and snatched the gun from his pocket, aiming straight at the creature’s head before releasing the trigger. Its loud bang echoed in the otherwise eerie town, making the animals’ heads resting nearby perk their head and run away at the sound.
Your hand shook violently when you looked over the body that had dropped. You stepped on its arm and twisted your leg, a low sound of bone breaking entered your ear as you registered the hole on its forehead oozing an eerie-looking green liquid. This was insufficient to pay for what they had done to Mom. To Minho. To everyone.
You want them to feel your suffering. Chan’s suffering.
Your lips started drawing blood due to how long you bit your lips, a scream pleading to be let out from your chest from the moment you witnessed Chan had to kill your mother. Nails dug into the palm of your skin, exasperation was raging in your mind, encouraging you to continue shooting the body to release your hatred for the zombies.
“Why…?” You whispered under your breath. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up to his shoulder before rushing out of the town, thousands of footsteps tailing him from behind as it was after him — true, the creatures were running toward you, their green eyes bulging out from their socket as they saw their next victim.
Fuck…the gun
You shut your eyes, and a chain of muttering ‘I’m sorry Dad’ left your mouth.
“It’s fine, sweetheart”
Soon, he stopped on his track and gently placed you back on the ground, his popping veins from his neck didn't go unnoticed by you. He must be exhausted carrying you all the way here. He should be, you’re not a little girl anymore.
He slumped down to nearby racks, and a sense of relief washed over him as he looked over to you who was locking the supermarket’s door. He chuckled, removing his bag and the necklace he received for his birthday from his late wife, and placing it close on his side. When you turned around, he saw his wife figment in you — no doubt, your mother's eyes had been passed down on you. The shelves around him began to melt down and swam toward him, the substance felt hot under his delicate fingertips and he hissed in pain as he retreated his finger from the floor.
Even your figure was distorted in his vision, your lips twitched into a huge terrifying smile that itched from cheek to cheek. A series of incoherent voices bounced in the room, whispering to him to give up. He quickly covered his ears and closed his eyes, praying it wasn’t what he thought it was. He cautiously peeled his eyes open and everything had returned to normal.
You observe his behaviour from afar, your stomach twisted in discomfort as you realise something.
“Dad, are you okay?”
He nodded meekly and patted the dirty floor, gesturing you to rest beside him.
“Dad, I’m sorry for acting so recklessly…” your voice filled with utter shame but he simply dismissed the topic with a head shake as you settled down. You scooted closer, hugging his arm and placing your head on his shoulder.
“Don't be, you saved me” he beamed a smile. A warm smile. A smile that was different from the previous one. He caressed your head, leaving a chaster kiss on it.
A comfortable silence hung in the air as both of you engulfed yourself in the safety of each other comfort. You tried to ignore the growing green dots on his arm as you hugged his body tighter.
No, it was probably an allergic reaction.
“Y/N, I need you to do something for me. Think of it as my last wish” You glanced at him, attempting to appear nonchalant but the thought of it happening lingered in the back of your head was something you couldn't deny.
“What are you talking about? We’ll survive Dad!”
“I’m sorry…” he folded his sleeve and you quickly grasped his hand from doing it although you already saw the flowing liquid from a fresh wound.
Did he get bit at home?
“No…no, you’re not! You are going to be fine, trust me” You clenched his sleeve, watching his smile drop while tears poured down. It had been a long time since you saw him so fragile, so hopeless.
“Please Dad…”
“I’m really sorry, I try, sweetheart but I fail. I couldn't promise what your mother wanted” Intertwining your hand together, he loosened your grip and put it down, drawing a circular motion on the back of your hand.
“You’ll be fine as long as you get out of here. Leave”
“Leave you? I wouldn't!”
“It's my last wish, Bang Y/N” He reached for the gun in your hand and pressed a kiss on your forehead – it was a goodbye kiss. It was a kiss he always gave you before leaving the house, it made you feel safe and loved all day long.
But now, it left you with a hollow chest and devastation.
“Take care of yourself for me and your mother”
“Dad, please…” you pleaded…and pleaded.
“Go now, I don't want you to see me turn into them”
At the time, the green dots had arrived on his cheeks, and the brown colour of his orbs slowly disappeared. With a heavy heart, you grabbed the bag and headed for the door.
You should have ignored the early symptoms of the infection.
You should have ignored how his veins were visible on his neck
You should have stayed dumb
If that was the cost for him to stay by your side
“I love you, sweetheart”
Your shoulder jolted at the sound of the gun behind you. Gripping into the bag’s strip, the tears finally poured endlessly under you. You exited the place without looking back. You were forced to face your mother’s death and you couldn’t have the bravery to see his death. The echo from the gun reminded you of his smile and last word before your field of view turned blurry due to the tears.
“Dad will always be here”
I suddenly wanted to draw horseman! Peter - something for a story where Apocalypse manipulates a depressed Peter, forcing Erik to desperately fight in order to get his son back. I'd like to see Peter being too afraid of becoming alone again, already responsible for mass destruction and further spiraling down into a darker path prompted by en sabah nur. Esp inspired by this fic by @fouralignments, was really fun to draw.
*Edited the sun design
<Storyline behind the image>:
The storyline I had in mind when I drew this was this: Peter lived an isolated life until the events of Apocalypse, all alone and depressed. He did find Erik but felt betrayed that he started a new family, sad and jealous of Nina, watching the happy family from far away. At some point Peter loathes that he's born a mutant because he can't seem to fit in society or his human family, and blames Erik further. Anyways Apocalypse finds Peter and sees something different and unique in him, decides to recruit him. He gives special treatment and acts possesive and loving to Peter. Peter loves the attention and is finally happy and feels like he's worth something after years of grief. Even if Peter didn't start out as a horseman I thought he would volunteer to do the hard work because some people who grew up unloved can't handle unconditional love- they believe they have to prove that they deserve it.
So Peter feels debted and works for Apocalypse, causes destruction which makes Erik confront Peter to protect his new family. Peter gets furious that Erik came because of his new family and not for Peter, spills the beans and beats up a startled Erik. (Maybe the golden tear marks can emerge at this point)
His mother and sister terrified of him and having nothing left to lay back to, Peter spirals further down into an apathetic darker path and grows closer and closer to Apocalypse. But at some point he finally notices how much blood he covered his hands with and collapses, suddenly hollow and aimless, losing who he is and overwhelmed by what he's done (Which is why in the drawing Peter's arms are covered in blood). He's ashamed, sad, panicking and doesn't know what to do- he hides in a cloak and wanders around.
Meanwhile Erik and Apocalypse is desperate to find Peter first, fighting each other to lead Peter towards the 'right' path they respectively believe.
That's all I thought but to add one more- despite painful and hard, Peter taking agency and making his own path regardless of what his influencers want would be nice to see. Also want to see Peter healing his wounds and taking responsibility of what he's committed.
I'm a firm believer that pineapples and jellyfish will be the downfall of humanity.
I'm deadass when I tell you jellyfish are gonna take over the fucking world. If you follow Tyler the creator on Twitter you probably know that HATES jellyfish and genuinely thinks they will kill everyone. AND I 100% AGREE.
The second those fuckers start walking - God forbid DRIVING ON LAND, WE ARE ALL FUCKED!! they are mindless apathetic creatures and don't give two shits about who or what they sting. HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY THEY REPRODUCE??? THEY TANGLE THEIR TENTACLES AND SEND THEIR KIDS TO EACH OTHER OR JUST LET IT THE SPERM FLOAT AROUND. LIKE SOME FEMALE COULD BE SWIMMING AND BE LIKE "aw shit in pregnant now." AND JUST GO ON HER WAY?!?!?! LIKE TF???????? THEY HAVE NO FEELINGS, AND YOU NEVER SEE THEM COMING. YOU ONLY KNOW YOUVE BEEN STING WHEN YOUR FUCKING SKIN STARTS COMING OFF!!!
And don't even get me STARTED on pineapples bro. You step on that shit? Pain. Fall on it? Pain. Hold it wrong? Pain pain pain. Fucking LOOK AT IT WRONG? IMMEDIATE DEATH!!! AND I just found out this year that when you eat pineapple THE ACID LITERALLY EATS THE INSIDE OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!! YOU ARE NOT EATING PINEAPPLE. THE PINEAPPLE IS EATING YOU!!!
PINEAPPLE JELLYFISH???
WE'RE ALL FUCKED.
My murals<33
The generation of the end of the world (translated in English, original in Polish)
"And the sun is in the gaps, the world is cracking and disappearing, everything bad has already happened. There are gestures and words, no important conversation, everything can be bought and had. And only there is no love..."
- "Niemiłość" Organek (translated in English, original in Polish)
This project took me 17 hours, but I think I'm proud of it. Hope you might like it❤️
Apocalypse Holly for @one-and-a-half-yikes
I do care about you
Pairing: Wilhemina Venable×Reader
Word count: 1165
Warnings: None
Summary: You are Wilheminas new assistant and you fell in love with her.
A/n: I wrote this in 30 minutes in the middle of the night because I suddenly has the idea for it. Also this is my first time writing for Mina so I am kinda insecure about this. I went for a more soft Mina in this one cause I thought that would be easier. Again English isn't my first language. And I would be really happy about some feedback!
When you first started to work at Kineros Robotics as Wilhemina Venables assistant everybody you talked to warned you. They told you about the other assistants that were fired because of stupid little mistakes they made, how Ms. Venable treated her assistants. Normally you didn't judge people you didn't know, you just wanted to make your own picture of people but you couldn't deny that you were a little scared. But after some days of working for her you realised that the others were either wrong or Ms. Venable liked you.
She wasn't the dreamboss and she also wasn't cheery or super talkative but she was nice. She sometimes even gave you a small smile and she never yelled at you. You started to always bring her a coffee in the morning and sometimes you even had lunch together. She never came to you for it but she also didn't send you away when you came. So you reckoned it was fine with her.
You actually started to like her more and more. She had something that just made you feel... well, safe. To say that she spread warmth in you sounds a little ironic because she is the last person you would call warmhearted but it was true. You always looked forward to eating with her and the few smiles she gave you instantly made your day.
Everybody at Kineros Robotics was surprised that after 3 months you were still her assistant and there hadn't already been 5 new ones following you.
But nobody complained about that. They all liked you, you found some new friends and really loved to work there. It wasn't the job you always dreamed of but it was alright.
So when one of your friends from work brought you to the cafeteria on your birthday and everybody greated you there at your personal little surprise birthday party you were a hundred percent sure that Ms. Venable would also be there. You were looking for her the whole evening but she wasn't there and she also didn't come later. To say it didn't hurt you would be a lie. You would have given the whole party away just for her to be there.
And that was the evening you realised it. You asked yourself how you didn't understand it earlier, it was so clear.
You fell in love with her.
Your heart ached at the thought of her choosing not to be with you. Not to attend your birthday party. It ruined your evening.
Yes, the cake was delicious. Yes, the presents were nice. Yes, all your friends were there. Yes, it was fun. But she wasn't there. It all meant nothing without her. How could you have been so stupid to think she liked you.
That evening you went to bed but you didn't sleep. How could you. Your thoughts constantly driving off to Wilhemina.
The next morning you stood up not having slept at all. You got ready for the day and went to work. Today you didn't bring Ms. Venable her coffee. You understood she didn't want your company so you did her a favor and didn't annoy her with your company.
You also didn't bring her her coffee the next day or the day after that. Most of the time you tried to get out of her way. You just brought her the things she asked for and directly left her office.
This went on until one afternoon she came to your desk and asked you to follow her. You went to her office she closed the door after you and sat down. She looked at you expectantly but as she realised you weren't going to say or do anything she opened her mouth.
"You didn't bring me my coffee the last days."
It wasn't a question just a statement.
"Yes, that's right."
She looked at you slightly annoyed.
"Why?"
You could just laugh at that. Was she so oblivious? You did her a favor she should be happy about it. She raised an eyebrow at your reaction.
"Well, I thought it was what you wanted. You showed me that you didn't want my company so I did you a favor." She looked at you in utter confusion. You had never seen this expression on her face before. It nearly made you chuckled a little cause it looked so cute but you hid that chuckle well. This wasn't a situation to chuckle and your relationship wasn't nearly good enough for something like that.
"I... I don't understand (Y/n)."
"You weren't there. On my Birthday."
The thought of that made you tear up but you blinked the tears away before she could see it.
"Don't be ridiculous (Y/n). Nobody would have wanted me there. It was a party, do I look like a party person? They were all happy I wasn't there."
"Maybe they were, but I wasn't." Now you really teared up and you didn't try to keep it back. She looked confused again and opened her mouth but before she could say something you cut her off. "I was looking for you on that Party. I really wished you were there. I missed you. I wanted you there. I thought you liked me. At least a bit. I thought I meant something to you. But I see that I was wrong now. I was wrong about you. That's okay really. But don't expect me to bring you your stupid coffee now. You can make it yourself." Tears were streaming down your cheeks now and you didn't stop them, you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to. They were held in for too long.
Slowly Wilhemina stood up and made her way around the desk. "(Y/n) you weren't wrong about me. I do care about you. More than I ever cared about anyone. But no one likes me, not here and not anywhere else. I didn't think you could be an exception. I really thought you were happier without me there. I never wanted to hurt you. You have to believe me." she stopped in case you wanted to say something but your tears were still falling and you weren't able to get a word out so she continued.
"I didn't think you could ever like me, I am so much older than you and I am... I have a disability. It's disgusting." When she said that you cut her off by kissing her. She was perplex at first but then she slowly put her hands on your cheek and dried your tears while kissing you back. The kiss was short because you wanted to say something.
"Mina I don't like you, I love you. And please never say you're disgusting. You are perfect, ok? How could I not love you?" A single tear fell down Wilheminas cheek.
"What did you call me?" You smiled softly and repeated it. "Mina, is that ok?"
She pulled you closer to her.
"It's perfect."
And she kissed you again.
Sam and Dean really need to get off their butts and save us from this apocalypse. I mean, are they dead again and too busy trying to resurrect themselves?? I see no reason why they should be allowing this to happen.
some little Apocalypse ladies
would y’all be interested in the mermaid/apocalyptic world I have bouncing around like a caged monkey in my scull? I have many cool thoughts and hopefully some people will agree.
I need to write something so that’s what yall get
I genuinely love the idea of post apocalyptic world healing. Humans have dwindled to manageable amounts, communities thrive and all is well. Cars are rarity and mostly utilised as tools. Animals have taken over most of the planet and skyscrapers have crumbled down. With some courageous travelers looking for supplies in the rubble. Peace.
No need to “work” I mean of course there’s work to do but 9-5 jobs are gone and people handle things at their own pace. Accessibility is made important as it allows for easier access for everyone, it makes life simpler. Arts and crafts would have a new rise.
Of course techology isn’t bad but it’d be simpler, safer and more useful. More targeted at farming, electricity (warming, water etc.), hygiene. Maybe a form of communication but why bother at this point. If you wanna see the world go off and wander alone or with your buddies. It’s as safe as it can be (so not that safe but idc).
Just an utopia of peace and healing. Because progress should be used for advancement of society and not for gain.
new zombie oc!!
i have like— at least three other zombie ocs. i love zombies so much. i am one. so me
idk what to name him, so give me suggestions^^ also— i myself at not a cane user, so if i got anything wrong with that, in like- any way idk just tell me- been trying to make more diverse characters recently!! another one of my zombie oc that i made back in october- sadly didn’t post him here, but he has crutches, and i feel like if you were a zombie, a mobility aid would be good— sense you’re decaying and all..
and sorry i must transgenderify everything, i had to man i just had to-
Apocalypse vs Thanos
I would love to see this, I just want to see if they'd work together or fight each other for power...
Bath Time and A Gift 🧟♀️💚
(10K Z Nation × OC!Fem!Reader)
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10k lingered by the door for a moment, taking in the simple beauty of the scene. The apartment was small, the paint peeling off the walls and the old, warped floorboards creaking under his weight, but it was clean and it felt like home.But in that moment, the chaos of the world outside felt distant, as if they’d carved out this little piece of heaven amidst the nightmare.
"Hello Tommy" the sweet voice coming from the woman standing before him.
"She loves her baths, doesn’t she?" he said softly, as he bent down closer to their daughter.
Emma chuckled, her hands gently rinsing off their daughter’s tiny arms. "She’s a water baby, for sure. Just like her dad. You should’ve seen her earlier, Tommy. She was splashing like crazy."
Tommy smiled, reaching a finger out to tickle his daughter's little belly. The baby giggled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and recognition as she splashed the water. "You’re getting us all wet, little one," he said, his voice filled with warmth.
Emma laughed, flicking a bit of water his way. "Oh, like you mind. I swear, you two are like peas in a pod."
He laughed too, wiping the droplets from his face before resting a hand on Emma’s shoulder. "I think she gets the splashing from you. You used to jump in puddles whenever you could."
Emma shrugged playfully. "What can I say? We’ve got to find joy where we can. Even now." She glanced at him, her eyes softening. "Speaking of joy, how was the run? Everyone make it back alright?"
Tommy nodded. "Yeah, Addy and Doc are just settling in their room, and Warren’s doing another sweep with Murphy. Everything’s clear, for now."
"For now," Emma echoed quietly, her gaze flicking toward the window, where the dark, decayed city loomed beyond. But then she smiled, shaking off the heaviness of the thought. "At least we have this. For as long as we can."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head again. "We’ll keep making it work. For her." His eyes drifted back to their daughter, who was babbling happily, her little fingers reaching up to grasp at the air.
Emma turned off the faucet, her hands gently cupping their daughter to lift her out of the water. "Here, can you grab the towel?" she asked, and Tommy was quick to pick up the small, frayed towel from the counter, wrapping it snugly around their little girl. The baby cooed, nuzzling into the warmth, her tiny fists grabbing onto the fabric.
Tommy held her close, his heart swelling with that protective, fierce love he felt every time he looked at her. "She’s getting so big, Em. I almost can’t believe it."
"I know," Emma whispered, drying off their daughter’s soft hair. "She’s our miracle, Tommy. In all of this…" Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly smiled again, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "She’s our reason to keep fighting."
He nodded, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "Yeah, she is. And you’re mine too, Emma."
For a moment, they stood there, heads resting together, with the sound of their baby’s quiet coos between them. It wasn’t much, but in this broken world, it was everything.
"Come on, let’s get her dressed and fed," Emma said after a moment, pulling back slightly. "Before she decides to go on another splashing spree."
Tommy chuckled, still holding their daughter gently as he handed Emma the tiny onesie they'd scavenged from an old store weeks ago. It was faded, but still soft and warm.
As they dressed her, Emma kept glancing up at him, smiling each time she caught his eye. "I missed you today," she said softly, her hand brushing against his.
"I missed you too," Tommy replied, his voice low and sincere. "I always do."
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As they finished dressing their daughter, Tommy suddenly remembered something he'd been hiding in his jacket pocket. He shifted slightly, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, I’ve got something for her. Picked it up on the run today."
Emma raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What did you find this time?"
With a bit of dramatic flair, Tommy pulled a small, faded yellow rubber duck from his pocket. The paint was chipped in places, but it still had its distinctive squeaky beak. "Ta-da!"
Emma gasped softly, her face lighting up. "Tommy! Where did you find that?"
"Old toy shop we passed through. Thought she might like it," he said, holding it out to their daughter, who immediately reached for it with wide, eager eyes. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and it let out a faint squeak.
Their daughter’s reaction was instant—she giggled loudly, clapping her tiny hands together in excitement. Her little fingers clutched at the duck, fascinated by its texture, and she brought it to her mouth, examining it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.
Emma laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can’t believe you found a rubber duck in all this mess."
Tommy shrugged, smiling as he watched their daughter’s joy. "Had to give her something to make bathtime even more fun, right? Plus, look at that smile. Totally worth it."
Emma leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as they both watched their daughter squeak and gnaw at the duck. "You’re a pretty great dad, you know that?"
Tommy glanced at her, his heart swelling at her words. "I’m just doing my best. For her. For us."
"You’re doing more than that," Emma whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You’re keeping us safe. And happy."
He smiled, his arm wrapping around her as they stood together, their daughter’s laughter filling the small apartment. For that brief moment, the world outside didn’t matter. The Z’s, the constant threat—they all faded away. It was just the three of them, and a rubber duck squeaking in the soft glow of their makeshift home.
"Yeah," Tommy whispered, his voice full of love. "We’re gonna be okay."
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Would anyone like to read a sci-fi thriller about a woman who owns a sweet/bake shop and gets used by the government to spread a virus that ends catastrophically? Just wondering if I should write this.
Wrapping a towel around myself, feeling like a Greek goddess.
Shuffling around in my robe, embodying the mannerisms of a curmudgeonly Victorian man.
Screeching into the void and waking ancient horrors, becoming the herald of the end times that I am.