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I had this idea for a week so I decided to make it real

And this is one of the reasons why, Shawn and Grant are my favorite characters

For the prompt thing, what about Shawn and Grant having some downtime in a safehouse or something? You don't have to do it if you don't want to

I’d be happy to do this! 😄😄

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Coming back to a Safehouse after an encounter with the undead always was a relief. The two men could come back from terrifying battles with the undead, covered in dirt and zombie blood to find shelter. Knowing that they had a safe haven in this dark new world was comforting.

Shawn had basically dragged an exhausted Grant Cohen through the front door. To say they were tired was an understatement. Having spent the day fighting just to survive. He dropped Grant onto a couch and sat down next to him, catching his breath.

“S-Shawn..” Grant mumbled wearily from beside him. Skin pale and sweaty. There were heavy bags under his eyes. “D-Do you think that we have a chance..?”

“Of course we do.. there’s nothing we can’t handle together. As long as we stick together we’ll be fine.” The older man said in a soft reassuring voice. Sensing the fear and uncertainty that Grant was feeling. He would quell those anxieties. Just like always.

“Y-You promise?” That voice barely a whisper. Grant knew he needed to be brave.. but it was just so hard. They’ve seen so many horrible things in just a few days. He was so tired. Too weak. Barely able to hold a gun straight.

“I promise. Now get some rest.” He grabbed a blanket out of his backpack and put it over Grant. “You need it more than I do.” He gently ruffled his hair and got up from the couch, and headed into the small kitchen. Grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. They’d been lucky to have found such a well-stocked house.

Shawn put the bottles on the table and poured himself and Grant a glass. Quietly drinking in the safety of the building. He was glad to have found this place. Maybe they could stay here a little longer than just one night. Rather than what was originally planned. Grant did need the rest after all, and his safety was important.

They’d be safe here for the time being. Shawn knew it.

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Hey! Sorry if the story wasn’t very good or if it was too short. I tried my best! I really hope you like it! 😄😄

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. 😅😅😆😆

oh good lord this is actually heartbreaking

For the Zombie Apocalypse AU, maybe Grant and Shawn encountering zombified coworkers?

Ooooooooh! Yes. Mwahahahaha. 😆😆

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Out of anyone they had to run into. Why did it have to be Sammy? Shawn and Grant were looking for supplies in an abandoned convenience store. Only trying to grab things like water, food, anything else that could be useful. When they stumbled upon Sammy. Well.. Sammy’s corpse. Why was he there? They had no idea. All that mattered was that he was, and they needed to get out before he spotted them.

They could hear his moaning from the other side of the small store. The two men hiding behind the counter where the cash register was. Grant almost screamed when he saw their former friend. Shawn had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop him. His other hand clutching his shotgun.

Making noise was a risk. From what the two men had observed, the infected seemed to have terrible eyesight. Although they made up for that with enhanced hearing. In order to get out of this building safely, Shawn and Grant needed to make a little noise as possible.

Sammy Lawrence shuffled around between the aisles. His clothes and face covered in blood. Most-likely having fed before coming in here. The rest of his appearance just as unsightly. Pale, almost blue skin. Veins visible and dark. Covering his body, stopping at his face. Glowing yellow eyes dripping with black blood. It hurt to see a friend reduced to something like this.. but there was nothing to be done for him.

“W-We can’t l-leave him like that..” Grant whispered after Shawn removes his habd, trying desperately not to cry. He wanted to so badly. It just wasn’t fair. Why did this have to happen?

“We don’t have a choice.. I’m sorry. Right now we have to focus on escaping..” Shawn patted his friend’s shoulder. It was the only thing he could do to comfort him at the moment.

Thankfully Sammy didn’t hear their conversation. He was preoccupied with one of the little toys in the store. He accidentally stepped on a squeaky toy. The sound attracting his attention. Looking around wildly. Letting out a confused gurgle. Not realizing it had come from something he stepped on, he started searching around for the noise.

It was at this moment that Shawn had an idea.

“Grant.. I’m going to throw something to the end of the room. The sound should grab his attention. Then we need to get out of here quick.. I’ll go on three.” There was a ring of keys on the counter that someone must’ve left there during the chaos of the outbreak. He grabbed them.

“O-Okay.. please be careful.” Grant said in a small worried voice. He sat close to Shawn as he got ready to launch the keys to the other side of the room.

“One.”

Sammy was still prowling the aisles.

“Two.”

He paused at the chocolate candy section. It almost looked like he was trying to read something.

“Three.”

With one swift movement the keys flung to the back of the room. Scattering to the ground loudly. Earning an alerted growl from Sammy. Accidentally knocking over a few things for sale in the process of pursuing the sound.

‘Thank god..’ The two men silently thought as they crept out from the behind the counter and towards the door. Finally getting out of the store. Leaving Sammy’s undead corpse behind.

Hopefully they wouldn’t encounter anymore zombies on the way home.

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That was fun! Wow I’m tired though. It’s 1:17 AM. But doing a prompt was worth it! Sorry if it’s not very good though lol, I’m just very tired, but I had a lot of fun! I really hope you liked it! 😄😄

I hope I can do more prompts tomorrow! 😄😄

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! 😅

Despite all of the chaos in apocalypse, some of the trace of the old world is still there.

Man I love this, so far my favorite, these two have gone through much Lord knows what happened to them but thank God they found this store to take a rest and take the break they deserve

For the prompt, maybe Grant and Shawn finding some small goody, like a candy bar or something. Just a small comfort they took for granted

This is going to be sweet! 😄 (Lol pun 😆)

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There weren’t many positives about living in a zombie apocalypse. Generally because of the constant fighting to survive, and running from place to place. Although, if there had to be one good thing that came from this it would be that everything is pretty much free.

Grant naturally was against taking things from the countless abandoned stores that he and Shawn came across at first, but eventually Shawn helped him to understand that sometimes stealing was necessary. They did however, decide that stealing from other survivors was a no-go. Taking things from abandoned shops is one thing, but stealing from other survivors is another.

“S-Shawn! Look what I found!” The two men had been exploring an old drugstore, in search of medicine, bandages, toothpaste, things like that. When Grant had discovered the candy section. Shawn laughed softly and walked over to his friend to check it out.

Sure enough, the aisle was filled with different types of candy. Sour gummies, chocolate bars, caramel sweets, cookies, even chip bags, several flavours of pop, marshmallows, basically the choices seemed endless. The former-toymaker smiled warmly. He couldn’t help but be reminded of Henry. That boy always loved candy. Hopefully he was safe.. wherever he was.

“S-Should we take some with us?” Grant asked. Even he was smiling a little. Seeing that made Shawn happy. The poor kid hardly smiled anymore.

“Sure. Grab as much as you want kiddo.” The older man nodded. Letting his friend start putting candy into his bag. In only a few minutes the backpack was then filled to the brim with sugary sweets.

It was a small fortune that they had discovered.. and yet Shawn could see how much this meant to Grant. He wasn’t obsessed with candy like Henry was, but still, he could see the look of hope in his friend’s eyes. Even just the smallest or positives meant the world to the boy.

“T-Thanks Shawn..” The young man said as he quietly ate some cookies and chocolate. They were so lucky to have found this drug store. It had all the supplies they had been needing, and the discovery of candy made this trip all the more sweeter.

“You’re welcome buddy.” Shawn ruffled Grant’s hair before getting up to sample some candy himself. There were so many to choose.

Maybe their luck was starting to finally turn around for the better.

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Hey! I really hope you like this story! I tried my very best to make it good! Sorry if it isn’t that great though. I had a lot of fun writing this one! It was a really nice and sweet prompt! Thank you so much for sending it! 😄😄

I live how the snow's ability to confuse zombies, yeah Winter can be really be useful against the zombies it can slow them down

Are first I expected to zombies will attack him but nope they did something better..... by shoving the snow in their mouth like him and oh my gosh yes! Winter is beautiful!

Yo Sammy! You can use the zombies to clean the raod from snow!

Prompt: snow zombies

Snow zombies. This is going to be fun. 😆😆

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It was cold. Colder than usual.

For the dead this was strange. They were naturally cold beings.. but this was too much. Many zombies were outside when the snowing had started, and many survivors had taken to watching the undead react in confusion to the bizarre weather through binoculars. They couldn’t deny that it was pretty entertaining.

Sammy groaned. He didn’t like this. Being cold felt natural to him, but this is beyond freezing. Strange white things fluttered down from the clouds. Landing in his hair and on his face when he stared up at them. What were these things? They made him shiver more than usual and they seemed to be everywhere.

Several zombies nearby were huddling up together in a group. Trudging through the whiteness together trying to search for a meal. Sammy’s instincts instructed him to join the small band of wandering undead. During the walk he spotted what appeared to be some infected children, poking and prodding at the snow. Seeming just as bewildered about the strange white powder as he was.

Feeling his curiosity grow, he crouched down to try and touch the whiteness. His hand came back freezing and covered in the stuff. He groaned uncomfortably at the sensation and wiped his hand on his bloodstained clothes.

So touching it might not be the best idea.. what about eating it? It didn’t have a smell, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t food right? Maybe he’d have just a small taste. Scooping a pile up with his already frozen hands and shoving it into his mouth.

Nope. Too cold!

The former music-director spat it out. Way too cold. Definitely not food. That was a disappointment.. he was so hungry and he hasn’t seen even a single survivor today. It was almost like the food was hiding from him and the others..

There was a confused gurgle close by and Sammy turned to see that the zombies he had been traveling with had witnessed him try to eat the snow. They watched him curiously.

Apparently whatever he did, seemed to interest the rest of the undead. A few moaned questioningly while another few copied what he did. Shoving a small pile of snow into their mouths before spitting it out after realizing it wasn’t food.

Suddenly the rest of the dead started doing it too. Even the little undead children nearby started trying to eat cold, fluffy, white stuff that fell from the sky. What had he started? Sammy barely knew what any of this stuff was anyway.

Soon after everyone had finished trying the snow, they soon went back to whatever it was they were doing before. Huddling together and shuffling around searching for survivors. While Sammy continued to watch the mysterious white specks gently rain down. It may have been unpleasantly cold.. but for some reason Sammy found them to be pretty. Deciding to stay outside a little longer so he could watch them fall.

It almost seemed familiar.. had he seen these white things somewhere before?

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Hey! Thanks for sending me this prompt! It was fun to do! Sorry if it isn’t very good though! I kept getting distracted by the TV in my room. Sorry about that! I tried my best to make this good! I hope you like it! 😅

Strategy and intelligence is important, and these two bois shows how important it is

Also who needs guns when you have rocks

For the prompt, maybe Grant and Shawn moving locations and getting ambushed?

Oh yes! This is going to be fun! 😆😆

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As great as their current Safehouse was. Shawn and Grant knew they couldn’t stay there forever. More infected had been coming into the area and supply runs had been becoming more dangerous because of this. So they had to move.

Grant was obviously worried. Constantly looking over his shoulder once the two had left the safehouse. He wrapped a scarf around his neck and held his pistol for dear life. Shawn decided that leaving while the snow is still falling is their best bet. It seemed to distract the dead, and they were slower in the cold.

“Don’t worry Grant. The next Safehouse shouldn’t be too far. We can make it.” Shawn could sense his friend’s uneasiness. He wished he could do something to help, but he needed to put all of his attention into getting to the next Safehouse without running into trouble.

The younger man just let out a small whimper and nodded. Too afraid to even speak for the fear of accidentally attracting something with his voice, despite Shawn speaking just a moment ago.

After a few close calls with some wandering undead, the two managed to find a short cut in an alley. They could see the Safehouse. It was behind a fenced-off gate. It looked old and loose. Shawn shook it a little. Nothing, not even a budge. Someone must’ve locked it.

“That’s not good.. okay I think we need to find another way through.” Shawn sighed. Couldn’t things just be easy for once? He guessed not. “Come on kiddo, let’s get out of this alley.”

When the older man turned around he found Grant frozen like a statue. A look of absolutely terror on his face. He was pointing a shaking finger at the entrance to the alley. There was something standing there. It was bleeding from its eyes and mouth.. and it seemed to be sniffing the air.

Oh god.

The walking corpse continued to sniff the air. Slowly going down the alleyway step by step. Shawn grabbed Grant and hid behind a dumpster. In the process Grant accidentally let out a startled yelp.

Noise. Noise. There was noise. Where was it? It had to find it. Find and eat whatever made the noise. It stepped out of the alley and started shrieking to the other infected. Calling for help to catch this food. The dead preferring to work together to catch their prey. Moans and groans began to fill the entrance to the dead-end.

‘No.. this can’t be the end. There has to be a way out of this!’ Shawn thought desperately. His eyes darting around, looking for any places they could escape through. He saw that the brick building next to him had windows. Several broken. Wait. Broken?

A rock lay at his feet. Perfect for smashing the window further. There was a chance that if they broke the window and got through it fast enough they could get away. It was risky.. very risky, and the dead would definitely hear the glass shatter, but they were running out of options.

‘I’m not going to just sit here and wait for death. I promised myself I would keep Grant safe, and that’s what I’m going to do.’ Knowing what he had to do, Shawn grabbed the rock and chucked it at the window as hard as he could. Causing Grant to gasp in shock, and the zombies to let out an alerted shriek.

“Okay let’s move! Go! Go!” Shawn shouted. Pushing Grant through the window while he tried to hold the undead off. He fired several shots into their heads, but more kept coming. Luckily he managed to escape through the window before they got any closer.

By the time the dead had began to force themselves through the window, the two men had already fled. Successfully surviving the ambush, and leaving a few screaming zombies stuck in the window. The undead that weren’t stuck went back to mindlessly shambling around. Quickly forgetting that two survivors had even come through here.

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Hey! Thanks for this prompt! It was really fun to do! Sorry if it’s not very good though. I’m just kind of tired. It’s 12:37 AM so I should probably go to bed soon. I still tried my best though! Thanks again! 😅

Dogs are the best, I can imagine Grant just pours all of his love and belly rubs to the puppy while said puppy is making cute noises!

Zombie prompt- They find a doggy! :)

Awwww! This one will be nice! They deserve some happy stuff! 😄

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Shawn was shocked. Completely and utterly stunned. The last thing he had been expecting to find today, was a puppy. An adorable tail-wagging little pitbull puppy. The thing was absolutely precious, and it seemed to be trying to play with the zombies.

Thankfully the undead just seemed mildly confused, and didn’t try to attack it. Shawn guessed that only human meat was on their menus. He sighed with relief in the alley he was hiding in.

A gurgling noise came from one infected man that got pounced by the puppy. Stumbling and accidentally falling on their back in the street. Several other zombies stopped what they were doing to watch. All slowly shuffling over to see what was causing such a ruckus.

The pittie puppy just let out an excited “woof” and tried to steal the zombie’s shoe. It was so cute that Shawn could barely stop himself from laughing. Another zombie tried to approach the puppy. It didn’t seem to be out of agression or hostility. More like curiosity. It tried to touch the little pitbull but yelped in surprise when the puppy tried to lick them.

‘I’ve got to try and bring that little guy home for Grant! He’d love it!’ Shawn thought to himself, happy with his adorable discovery. First he just needs to catch it. That sweet little puppy shouldn’t be out here on its own.

It took awhile for the zombies to leave. Most-likely an hour or two. They had left screeching and chasing after something, so the former-toymaker assumed that they had spotted an unlucky survivor somewhere. Shawn felt bad about not being able to help.. but there wasn’t much he could do anyway. Might as well focus on getting the puppy to the Safehouse.

With no one else in sight the puppy started sniffing around for things to eat. Fortunately for Shawn he happened to have a small bag of beef jerky on him. Just in case he got hungry.

“Here boy! Here boy!” Shawn said in a loud whisper. Wanting to be loud enough for the little pitbull to hear, but quiet enough to not alert any unseen undead.

The puppy stopped sniffing and saw the man. Immediately running over to lick his face. Tail wagging with glee. It found a human! This one seemed different from the weird humans and it seemed to want to play with it!

“Aww. Come on little guy. Let’s get you home. There we can get you all fed and clean.” Shawn smiled and chuckled as he scooped up the little puppy. Giving it a little kiss, which the little dog happily responded by licking his face.

“I think Grant’s going to love you.”

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Hey! Thanks for this prompt! It was so cute and it was really fun to write! Sorry if it’s not that great though, and sorry I only wrote Shawn finding the puppy. I forgot to add Grant and by the time I realized it I felt it was too late to change it. Sorry about that. I hope you like this story despite that! 😆😅

Also I decided to go with a pitbull puppy, because I think those dogs deserve more love. 😄

No matter how hard or horrifying the world is, it'll never break a true friendship

Grant and Shawn run out of food!

Oooh! I’ll try to make this one good! 😄

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Food was running low for Shawn and Grant. There had been way more zombie sightings outside the Safehouse and they were almost out of rations. This was bad. Shawn hadn’t had a real meal in two days, as he decided to let Grant eat more. Since he was weaker and needed his strength.

All they had left right now were two cans of bacon soup. Ironically it was the same brand as the studio’s bacon soup. They found it in a grocery store due to its growing popularity before the apocalypse started.

That same grocery store wasn’t far away from the Safehouse, and it was still loaded with food. The two men would’ve grabbed more at the time, but their bags were full. Backpacks could only carry so much.

“Grant? I think we’re going to have to go on another trip to the store. Two cans of bacon soup isn’t going to keep us alive for long.” Shawn said after much thought. Going back to the grocery store is going to take some planning. Some of the infected liked to hide out in there, and if he wanted to avoid being attacked then they’d have to be careful.

“D-Do we have to? W-What if there’s more food in this Safehouse and w-we just thought we ran out..” Grant worried. Yes he sounded ridiculous, but he just didn’t want to go back out there.. especially after they got ambushed a week back. They had gotten lucky that time. What if the next doesn’t end as safely?

“Grant.. you know I checked everywhere. There’s no hidden food stashes in this building. I wish there was.. but there isn’t. So we need to head to the grocery store again.” It was hard sometimes, making Grant come along wasn’t easy for the former-toymaker. In fact, he hated it. The boy didn’t deserve to have to go out into a zombie infested city just to find food.. but they needed to work as a team.

“Y-You’re right.. sorry. I-I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want to get hurt either..” There was so much to be afraid of in this world now. Just one little mistake could lead to being bitten or scratched. Both were a death sentence, and Grant would be devastated if Shawn got attacked because of him doing something careless.

“I know buddy, but I promise you that will never happen. I’ll always be here for you. No one is going to get bit. Not me, and not you. Okay?” Shawn pulled Grant into a hug. Patting his back gently. He could hear tiny sobs from his friend. God.. he wished that he could do more to help the poor kid.

“Come on kiddo. Let’s go do a little ‘grocery shopping’ alright?” The older man joked as he let go of Grant. Smirking slightly when he saw him try to hold back a laugh.

“O-Okay.” The younger man finally agreed. His eyes a little red and puffy from crying, but he had a small smile on his face now.

Soon the two friends left the Safehouse. In search of more food. Leaving the safety of their little hideaway.

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Hey! Sorry I took a day to write this! I was having a hard night yesterday, and today I just kept getting distracted! Sorry about that! Sorry if it’s too short too! I really hope you like this story! I tried my best to make it good! 😄😅

I’m going to try and finish some more tonight and tomorrow! 😄

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! 😄😅

If you're still taking prompts, I have an idea. Maybe one with the pitbull puppy again where Shawn brings the puppy home to surprise Grant? I loved the puppy story you wrote for the zombie au. Take your time though and if you don't want to its ok! Thank you!

Don’t worry! I was hoping for a continuation prompt anyway! I’d be happy to do this! 😄😄

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Finding Grant asleep on the couch was a common occurrence in the Safehouses he and Shawn stayed in. All the running and fighting tired him out much more easily than Shawn.

Normally a person would think better of trying to wake someone who clearly needed the rest.. but the older man was too excited to show his friend the little pitbull puppy he had found earlier.

He had it hidden in his shirt. Poking it’s tiny head up from the neck hole and licking his chin. It was just so precious! It was so good during the trip back too. Staying quiet when Shawn needed to hide from the wandering undead that were prowling around.

“Okay little guy. Let’s go say hello to Grant.” Shawn smiled as he unzipped his jacket and carefully took the puppy out of his shirt. He slowly walked over to Grant, who was still fast asleep on the couch.

With a slight chuckle, the former-toymaker placed the puppy onto Grant’s chest. He stirred a little, but didn’t open his eyes. Then the puppy started whining, wanting attention from the sleeping boy. It crawled over to the young man’s face and started licking it. Tail wagging excitedly.

That’s when Grant started to wake up.

“F-Five more minutes..” He mumbled. Still not quite awake yet, but he did manage to open one eye a bit. Grant closed it, trying to get some more sleep. The puppy whined at him again. Thankfully the whining, along with the licking snapped him awake.

“W-Whoa! W-What’s h-happening?!” The young man bolted up. Accidentally making the little puppy slide down the blanket and into his lap. It looked up at him with his sweet little eyes and let out another impatient whine. Wanting to play with him. Grant’s eyes grew wide in shock. “I-Is that a puppy?”

“It sure is. I found him earlier. Poor little guy was all alone. Thought I’d take him back here with me, and give you a little surprise.” Seeing the look on his friend’s face made him feel wonderful. There was light in those usually sad eyes of his. Something he hadn’t seen since before the apocalypse started.

“He’s so cute! C-Can we keep it?” Grant held the puppy close and started petting its head. Clearly not wanting it to leave.

“Sure kiddo, but you have to be responsible for it, and that means we need to be very careful when moving to other Safehouses.” Shawn states. Yes switching Safehouses could be a bit of a problem. While zombies seem to ignore animals, there was still the chance that the little puppy might start barking and attract them with the noise. Where’s there’s noise. There’s undead.

“I-I will! I’ll take care of it! I-I promise!” Grant said. Looking happy and excited to look after the little dog. Although he seemed to pause for a moment, looking deep in thought. “W-What should we make him?”

“Name? Huh.. I actually didn’t think of that. Hmm. I’m sure we’ll think of something good. Hopefully not “Fido.” Too common.” Shawn joked. Stopping to pet the tiny dog’s head. His friend petting it as well. Causing the puppy to roll over for a belly rub.

The apocalypse was hard. Very hard.. but at least the two friends had something that made things a little better. Something that would give them hope, and a precious little friend to keep them both company.

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Hey! Sorry if the story isn’t very good! Today was a bit of a long day and I’m very tired. I still had a lot of fun writing this though! But again, I’m sorry if it wasn’t good! I’ll try harder with the next ones, I promise! 😅

Also if anyone has an idea for a name for the puppy, I’d love to hear it! 😄

Redrew designs of the four boys from my zombie au I made back in 2022, this isn’t my usual style I just wanted to try and mimic the South Park storyboard style

TF2 zombie AU?

just over a year ago i got really into tf2, the hyper fixation has ended but i still love tf2. these are some concepts i made in sfm for a zombie AU i was coming up with but like every AU i make i did nothing with it.

warning! zombies and decay and all that lovely below

im not sure if i will do anything with them in the future but i at least wanted to post them, i love zombie AUs so much

if people are interested i may try and choke out a basic plot from what i can remember, i didn't write anything down because i cant write and it would just be a list of dotpoints

look at my friwnds art ... NEOW !

GOING INSANE RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH (i need to kiss this man) (don't ask about the leash there's lore alright.) when your friend is too much of a coward to post and asks you to post instead😼😼

AMAZING zombie au and AMAZING art by my friend send love please

An0ther 0C 0f mine, Tessa J0nes.

They were made f0r a Z0mbie universe type deal.

They’re N0n-binary and als0 very chub and g0rge0us.

Basically their st0ry g0es like this:

They were a scientist when the z0mbie disease br0ke 0ut and began w0rking 0n a vaccine/cure.

They had just made a test versi0n when they were bitten 0n the sh0ulder and had t0 start using it 0n themselves.

Alth0ugh it w0rks, it has t0 be injected near the bite w0und ab0ut f0ur times a day and d0es n0t actually reverse it.

It had spread ab0ut half way thr0ugh the b0dy bef0re they started injecti0ns, s0 they l00k like that.

When the gr0up they were with g0t rescued, Tessa was c0ntained and given their 0wn lab t0 c0ntinue experimenting (and pr0viding tissue samples t0 vague yet menacing g0vernment agencies)

Teddy's Masterlist

House of the Dragon/ASOIAF

Rhaenicent fanfics

A Targaryen Type of Madness (finished series)

Rhaenyra Targaryen always had a hint of madness in her, though it would take many years for its extent to be realized.

The Madness of Dragons (ongoing series)

After six years, the heirs of the Iron Throne have come out of hiding and want to reclaim their birthright. The dragons will dance as war breaks out between Queen and Heirs. Continuation of A Targaryen Type of Madness.

Last Christmas (on hiatus)

Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. Will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Underneath the Veil of Hatred (finished series)

Princess Rhaenyra gives birth to a third child, a son with brown hair and dark eyes. The realm believes the child's true father to be the Princess' sworn sword, Harwin Strong. Queen Alicent Hightower orders to the child be brought to her.

Good Luck Egg (ongoing series)

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future. Based on Good Luck Charlie.

The Dance of the Dragon and the Tower (finished one shot)

The Queen appears in a shocking green dress and the Princess seems to feel a certain way about it.

We Always Burn (finished one shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark.

When the World is Ending (finished one shot)

In a post-Zombie Apocalyptic world, Rhaenyra ventures to find a compound and the one within it.

Aegon the 3rd x Jaehaera fanfics

Night Talks (finished one shot)

Jaehaera awakes to find her husband gone from their bed, she finds him and they share a moment where they believe just maybe things will be alright.

Just a Man (finished one shot)

When Aegon falters his queen is always there by his side.

A Small Piece (finished one shot)

Jaehaera wonders if her husband loves her, and his response surprises her.

A Question (finished one shot)

Jaehaera asks her husband a question that brings up old feelings.

Non-Pairing fics

The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone (ongoing series)

A boy from Dragonstone claims a dragon and to keep things hidden Viserys legitimatizes him as a Targaryen. However, no one knows who this boy is or what his intentions are.

A Welcome to Dorne (finished one shot)

Meria Martell greets Rhaenys Targaryen when she lands in Dorne.

Long Live the King (finished one shot)

King Viserys the 1st was found murdered in chambers, while there were many theories no one truly knows what occurred that dark night. Inspired by Murder on the Orient Express.

Mercy (finished one shot)

Daeron Targaryen receives news about his nephew Maelor from Bitterbridge.

Credit to @moonshine999 for the mood boards/dividers. Also, check out my AO3 :)

This is a comic that gives a glimpse into Leorio’s past, before becoming a zombie

If you’re new to the zombie Leorio AU, here is my tag for it.

Pages: P1&P2 / P3&P4 / P5&P6 / P7&P8 / P9&P10 / P11&P12 / P13&14

I mean, he'd probably find acceptance somewhere. People would just assume that he went crazy as a result of the apocalypse. They figure that's why he's got this elaborate uniform, keeps making vague references to things that definitely don't exist (like little monsters that fit in your pockets), and no idea what's happening.

I'm now imagining a scenario where, after noticing that he has somehow survived everything thrown at him, people start calling him "Norton II, Emperor of the United States and the Protector of Mexico." Ingo has no idea who Norton I was, but the title conveys a degree of authority that he absolutely is not ready for. Occasionally they switch it up and call him the "Subway Master of the United States" instead. That name sounds familiar, though he can't put a finger on why. He likes it better than being called emperor (or Norton II), that's for sure.

He does his best. It isn't always enough. Still, people remain loyal. He doesn't understand why.

Once, somebody says, "Maybe this is the real Ingo and not some crazy guy in a costume!". Ingo agrees. But they laugh. It was just a joke. And he cries. They stop laughing and apologize for taunting him. But he doesn't stop crying.

This was too silly for me *not* to draw, can I get a uhhhhhh zombie apocalypse AU-

Day 8 and it’s time for some Zombie Apocalypse AU content!!

This AU has multiple different perspectives with the many different characters in Epic, one following the guys, one following the women (Penelope, Ctimene and Euthymia [Eury/Ctimene’s kid]), one following Antinous and Telemachus and then one following Perimedes and Elpenor! It’s kinda messy right now but I will try to eventually explain it all!

A few years after being separated from the others, Polites ends up getting bit by a zombie and is turned, fortunately he doesn’t seem to loose all of his humanity and is just a little dumber and he doesn’t try to bite anyone (usually)

For most of the time, he seems just like a normal human but the moment he smells blood he can loose control (Ody and Eury keep him in a muzzle)

Hope you guys like this AU and if you have any questions feel free to ask me!