Yo bitches, so I think it's pretty clear that every group has someone that has an issue, like, Tommy and his asthma, George and his bone problems, Wilbur and his headaches, Clay has food allergies, and Purpled is blind.
Every group will have a set back, it makes it more interesting that way 😌
-----Purpled was sitting on his new bed, he was scribbling in a book with random writing objects that he found.
They were different shapes, sizes, lengths, and crazy colors mashed together, and Punz loved them.
It was a way of calming his nerves, his grandmother used to tell him "Art doesn't need to be seen to become beautiful.".
His grandmother loved Purpled and Punz, she saw no problem with Purpleds blindness. She, in fact, thought it made him special, it gave him a story to tell.
Purpled misses his grandmother, she passed two years ago from battling breast cancer.
Punz and Puffy were downstairs, Punz was cleaning and Puffy was trying to make a meal.
They were online friends before the whole shit show went down. They figured out they lived near each other, but they never found the time to visit, now they have so much time but also no time at all.
They kept this a secret from Purpled, they didn't know how he would react to it.
They stayed in silence mostly, mainly out of fear, but also they found comfort in silence.
Punz is 18, and Puffy is 23. They were a little awkward with the age gap but they soon found a middle ground.
(Not shipping them. Not only is Punz 18 in this story but thats a big age gap.)
They only talk when they are upstairs, when they are downstairs and can be easily heard, they don't make a peep.
Every move they make is quieter than the last.
Puffy liked a tapping system, one tap was 'yes', two taps 'no', and three taps is 'what the hell are you talking about'.
Thats how they communicated and that's how they liked it.
Purpled liked staying upstairs, he could bump into things on accident and it would be ok, for the most part.
Purpled was done with his coloring. He set his notebook aside and patted the bed looking for the pouch that he keeps his art supplied in.
Before the whole 'dead people alive again' situation Punz would let Purpled sit in the grass just to feel the sun.
He would feel the grass with his hands and he enjoyed it a lot, it made him feel calm.
He always imagined what the world looked like, but he knew ultimately, that the world was a disgusting place.
Especially now.
Purpled came back to reality when he realized he needed to pee.
Now, no he does not depend on his brother to do basic things like this, but he has no idea where the bathroom is and he definitely does not want to fall down the stairs.
Purpled stood and stuck his hands out to find something to grab, he knew his bed was behind him so he used that to guide him.
He carefully found the front of his bed that had a side table beside it.
He felt around the side table looking for something, then he found it.
It was a bell that he rung to get their attention.
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Infected
FanfictionIt was a normal day, but it didn't end normaly. The dead seemed to rise and infected those that were near. People tried to survive but life was already hard before walkers came into play. How will family and friends survive in this world of terror...