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Here’s a picture of Zombie!Norman for my new BATIM Saudade Apocalypse AU. I wanted him and Wendy to be in the new Spinoff AU, so here’s his design for when he gets infected.

In the Spinoff AU, Norman gets bitten and infected while trying to protect his little sister Wendy during the outbreak. He ends up having to leave her with a group of survivors, hoping they’d keep her safe. Norman didn’t want to leave her, but he felt that he had no other choice. Not wanting to end up attacking her when he turns.

His clothing is a little inspired (as well as the name of this picture) by The Hunter from Left 4 Dead. I’ve never played that game, and I don’t know much about it. But I thought the game and the zombies in it looked interesting, and it kind of inspired me when making Zombie!Norman. Sorry if that’s stupid. 😅

Also I’m sorry for the blurriness, and I’m sorry if the picture is bad. I’m sorry if it’s too scary as well because of the blood.. I promise I’ll delete it later if it upset anyone. I don’t want to bother anyone.

My heart.....

prompt of maybe shawn and grant talking about their hopes of finding their fellow friends 🤔

I can definitely try this! 😄 (also I decided that for this prompt, they don’t know if Sammy made it or not.)

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Thoughts of friends crossed their minds more than once since the apocalypse started. Originally, Shawn and Grant had been part of a survivor group led by Joey.. but then a sudden zombie attack caused them to get separated from the rest of the group. There was no way of telling if anyone else had made it. They hoped with all their heart that the rest of the survivors made it to safety.

“I-I hope Wally and Sammy are okay..” Grant said as he tried to get a signal on his phone. He hadn’t been able to call anyone since this all started. Mostly because of no signal or the person they tried to call had no signal.

“I’m sure they’re fine. Sammy’s going to make sure Wally stays out of trouble. They look out for each other. No matter how many times Sammy tries to deny it.” Shawn was cleaning a hunting knife that he found yesterday in a store for camping supplies. It had been used more than once to stab through the skulls of the dead.

“O-Okay.. what about Norman and Wendy? Do you think they’ll be fine too?” It was difficult not to worry about those two. Norman was smart, but Wendy was just a little girl. An easy meal for the infected. Shawn had tried to contact Norman a few days ago but the call wouldn’t go through.

“Norman is smart.. he probably just can’t get any cell reception on his phone like us. They’re fine.. he’d do anything to protect his sister.” Deep down, Shawn wasn’t really sure. There had been times where he and Grant had been able to get a signal on their phones. So shouldn’t Norman have been able to call at some point too?

“Y-You’re probably right..” The younger man was still worried, but he didn’t want to press this any further. There was no doubt that Shawn was hurting too even though he tried to hide it. Not knowing where everyone was scaring them both.

So far only Lacie and Henry had been able to get back to them on things. They called Shawn, instead of him calling them. Although that was a few days ago. Every time he tried to call back it would end in failure. Lacie was staying with Bertram and they apparently had found a rather good place to hide. Unfortunately that was the last they heard from them. As for Henry.. he and a friend happened to be heading back into town to surprise everyone at the studio when the outbreak started, and just like with Lacie and Bertram, that was the last they had heard from him.

“Grant. I think that’s enough worrying for now okay? Why don’t you go get cleaned up. I’m pretty sure the shower in this place works. I’ll be fine.” Usually the best things to do in times of worry, was to focus on something else, and currently they both needed a shower.

“Y-You sure? I-I don’t mind helping you keep watch..” Grant insisted. Wanting to be of some help to his friend. Shawn couldn’t be strong all the time. Grant knew that.

“No no. It’s fine really. I’m good. You just focus on getting cleaned up. I’ll go after. We’re both a mess..” He smiled, patting Grant’s back like he always did to cheer him up.

“A-Alright.. j-just let me know if you need help..” The young man then left for for the bathroom. Still, he knew what he saw. The sadness behind Shawn’s smile. He had to be just as worried, if not more than Grant. He wished that he could comfort Shawn in return.

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Okay! I’m so glad I managed to finish another prompt! Sorry if it isn’t very good though! I kept getting a little distracted. Plus I’m a little sleepy. I didn’t sleep so well last night. But I’m glad I got to do this! I really hope you like the story! Sorry again if it isn’t good though. I tried my best. 😅😅😆😆

Aw heck yes! The suspense! The narration builds it up so well!

Also fight me because Norman is precious! This is the Norman I prefer!

Hi! I finally got a small idea for a prompt! In a story you wrote for a prompt, you mentioned how Shawn and Grant had gotten a call from their friends before. Maybe you could write about them hearing from a friend? If not, that's okay!

I’ll try my best to make this one good! 😄

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It was midnight when Shawn finally got an answer from one of his friends. One he had been especially worried about since the apocalypse had started. They weren’t close friends, but that didn’t matter much. A friend is still a friend.

The message was from Norman. Replying to Shawn and Grant’s worried voicemails. Hearing that boy’s voice filled him with relief. Thank god he was still alive. Grant was still asleep, so the man went into another room to play the voicemail Norman had sent back.

‘Hey Shawn, hey Grant.. Wendy and I are okay. We’ve been hiding out in a motel near the studio. Wendy’s asleep right now. She doesn’t know I’m on the phone. I’m sure if she did, she’d come running to talk to you guys.. but it’s probably for the best that she’s sleeping. I don’t want her to hear this..’ There was a long pause. Shawn had chills running down his spine the moment he started to fear where this message would go.

‘I.. I’ve been bit. It was while I was exploring the motel. I needed to make sure it was safe for Wendy.. apparently it wasn’t. One of the rooms had a zombie in it. It must’ve spotted me before I spotted it, because by the time I managed to shoot it had already bit my arm.’ Shawn almost dropped his phone. No that isn’t possible. There’s just no way. This has to be some kind of sick joke. He couldn’t have been bitten. The boy was just kidding. Right?Norman had a little sister to take care of. He couldn’t get bit! Wendy would be all alone!

‘It happened an hour ago.. and I’m not sure how much time I have. Wendy was scared.. but I told her I was fine. I just didn’t want her to worry.. but now I’m not sure what to do. We only have each other. I have to be there for her. W-What will happen to her if I’m gone?’ Norman’s voice grew shakier as he spoke through the voicemail. On the brink of sobbing.

‘S-Shawn? G-Grant? I-If I turn.. will you please take care of Wendy? I-If I can’t be there for her anymore.. I at least want to take comfort in k-knowing that she’ll be safe..’ Tears started running down Shawn’s face as he listened carefully.

‘J-Just please.. promise me that you both will do this.. It would mean so much to me..’ There was another pause. Smaller this time, there was the sound of someone yawning in the background. ‘I-I have to go.. Wendy’s waking up. Please.. remember what I said.’

His voicemail ended with a beep. Leaving Shawn staring at his phone with tears streaming down his face, and trying desperately not to sob. Norman had been bit.. and so far no one has been able to find a cure.

Shawn knew what he had to do. He dialed back Norman’s number. Promising to look after Wendy if Norman starts to turn. They wouldn’t let that little girl be alone, and Norman deserved to have some kind of peace in knowing that his sister would still be alive after he passes.. but still. It hurt so much.

A friend was going to lose his life.

“W-What do I tell Grant?” The man whispered. Curling in on himself and crying into his knees in the darkness of the Safehouse.

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Hey! Sorry if I made this too sad! I was trying to come up with what to write, and I was planning on doing maybe a silly-ish light-hearted thing with Henry, but then this idea came into my head. Also sorry if this isn’t good either! I’m just sleepy! I had a lot of fun writing this though, and thank you so much for the prompt! Sorry again for being tired though! Hopefully tomorrow I won’t be so sleepy! 😅

Nooo, Norman

Damn I actually feel bad for Sammy

Can you do a zombie one with Norman and Sammy?

I’ll try my best! 😄

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Hands shaking. Sweat beading. Sammy held back a shuddering breath as he approached the motel Norman and Wendy had been staying in. Norman had already told Sammy through voicemail that he had taken his little sister somewhere safe. So she wouldn’t have to watch him turn, and so she wouldn’t be in danger of getting attacked. He’d have to go looking for her once this is over.

Still. That didn’t make this any less difficult. Although it was comforting knowing that he didn’t have to do what he has to do know in front of that little girl. Staring down at his pistol for what felt like minutes.

‘I’m sorry Norman.. you didn’t deserve this..’ The former music-director thought as he got close to the door. It had the currect number. The same address Norman mentioned on the phone. God, this was so hard.. if he focused hard enough he swore he could hear what sounded like quiet moaning somewhere inside.

Sammy carefully turned the door knob. Avoiding too much noise. Bracing himself for the whatever waited for him on the other side. When the door opened, he was surprised to find nothing. Just a regular motel room. It definitely had signs of being lived in. Although no signs of any threat.

Until he spotted the bathroom. He could see light under the crack of the door, and a shadow moving. Oh.. Norman must’ve locked himself in there so if anyone came looking for him he wouldn’t immediately try to kill them.

That was heartbreaking to say the least.. knowing that he had to lock himself in there.

The former music-director crept over to the bathroom door. Quiet as a mouse, he grabbed some lock-picks from his bag. Having found a pack of them in a store earlier. He very carefully twisted the lock, trying to open the door as soundlessly as possible.

With a few more twists, the door was finally unlocked with an audible click. Loud enough to grab the occupant’s attention. Sammy heard a unsettling gurgling noise. Disturbingly similar to what he imagined would be the sound made when a person chokes on their own blood.

Slowly, the young man pushed the door open to find something truly saddening.

Norman was sitting on the floor of the bathroom. One of his hands are cuffed to the handle of a cupboard. No doubt that it was to keep himself from escaping and hurting people. His eyes were yellow, and black blood was dripping down his face like tears. More blood was leaking out of his mouth. His skin was deathly pale, and his veins were visible and dark.

The moment he saw Sammy he started to growl and tried to reach for him with his other hand. When that didn’t work, the zombie tried to get up. Although his growls quickly turned into enraged shrieks upon finding that he couldn’t move. It wasn’t fair. There was food right in front of him. It smelled so delicious! His body hurt so bad. This unnatural hunger being more painful than anything he’d ever experienced. The pain strangely not being strictly located in his stomach, but also in his head.

“Norman.. I know you probably don’t remember me. Or really know what’s going on.. but I’m here to make it stop.” Sammy forced himself to muster up all the courage he had lost on the way here. “I.. I’m going to help you rest now..”

Norman answered in the form of a an aggressive snarl. Clearly not understanding a word his friend had just said to him. Continuing to try and pull his other arm free so he could get up and sink his teeth into his flesh. Tearing it to pieces.

Sammy’s hands began to shake again as he grabbed his pistol from his backpack. He slowly pointed it at the zombified form of his close friend. Steadily aiming for the head. As he did so, he thought about the times they had spent together before the outbreak. They were both still so young. Norman had hopes, and dreams, a little sister who loved him dearly. That was all gone now he guessed..

“P-Please forgive me for this Norman!”

He pulled the trigger, and Norman was no longer moving. Sammy burst into tears right then. Closing the door and leaving immediately. Unable to look at what he had done. He had just killed one of his best friends.. this.. this is too much. Sammy ran until he couldn’t run anymore. Almost passing out when he arrived at a Safehouse.

Once he got a bit of rest, he’d try and find Wendy. He owed that to Norman..

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Hey! Sorry this took awhile! I meant to finish this earlier but some stuff was going on at home. Sorry if this story isn’t very good either! It’s 1:02 AM so I’m a little tired. I tried my best to make it good though! I really hope you like it! 😄😅