KISS Oneshots

#6 Ace Frehley x Reader

I ran from a horde of zombies, slashing at every one of those creatures that stood in my way with my machete. In the distance I could see what once was a factory, running towards it to hide until the zombies would lose my track. Finally there, I walked in, barricading the door and walking up onto a higher level. I sank to the floor and sighed, stretching my aching feet. I´ve been wandering around for days and was happy to finally rest a little. I took the last bit of food I had left out of my little backpack and ate it silently. I had lost a lot since the apocalypse began. My friends, my family, my fiance. I still wore the ring he gave me, remembering him even though he is gone so long.

I sighed, taking my backpack and placing it under my head to use it as a pillow. I very soon drifted to sleep being exhausted of wandering around the deserted citys for days in search of food and shelter. And maybe another human. But I never saw another soul out there, just these undead beasts.

I was woken from my slumber by a sudden bang. I jumped up, machete in hand and looked down onto the lower level seeing that the zombies had somehow broken through the locked door. "Shit.", I muttered to myself. The zombies piled into the factory, coming up the stairs and towards me, to meet my machete. I slashed at every one of them, walking backwards slightly until my back hit the railing.

I pressed my back against it harder as the zombies came nearer until it broke and I fell down. I held onto my machete tightly not wanting to lose it. Then I hit the floor, my left leg landing on an old pipe that stuck out of the ground, impaling it. I groaned in pain, feeling the warm blood ooze out of the wound. The zombies began going wild at the smell of my blood and I needed to defend myself even more than before. Every movement hurt my leg but I didn´t stop until every zombie was dead at my feet. After calming down I tried to get my leg off of the pipe but couldn´t. When it began getting too painful I stopped and sat back down, sighing. I accepted that I couldn´t help myself at the moment and fought off a few zombies that tried to bite me.

That continued for two to three days. Everytime I had the strenght I tried to get up and that pipe out of my leg but I failed every time. I fought off a lot of zombies in that time, their bodies piling up in front of me. I began dehydrating and sometimes hallucinating from the bloodloss and lack of water and food. I even thought I heard a car door outside, which is ridiculous. Then the door creaked open and I prepared myself to fight. But as soon as I saw what or better who walked in I let the machete sink to the ground. A young man with shoulder lenght, brown hair walked in, wearing a leather jacket, denim jeans and brown boots. He looked around carefully, a bloody axe in his hand ready to strike.

I breathed as shallow as I could, not wanting to catch his attention even though I searched for another living soul since forever. But he could be dangerous and in my situation I couldn´t really defend myself. He walked through the factory a little, looking like he searched for something or maybe someone. When he didn´t find what he was searching for, he turned around and walked towards the door. I exhaled quietly when he suddenly stopped walking. I held my breath as he turned towards me, looking at the pile of dead zombies before looking at me. He stood there, just staring at me for a moment. I tried not to move so he could maybe think I´m dead but he started walking towards me.

I tightened my grip on my machete, ready to defend myself when he crouched down in front of me, after pushing some of the bodies aside. I didn´t move a muscle waiting for him to do or say something. "Are you alright? Do you need help?", he asked quietly, looking at me with his soft brown eyes. I blinked a few times, not understanding why he wanted to help me instead of just robbing me and leaving me to die. His gaze fell onto my left leg, seeing the pipe sticking out of my thigh just above my knee. "Uhh, that looks like it hurts. How long are you sitting here like this?", he asked making me a little angry. It seemed to me that he mocked me. "Thats none of your business. And now I would love to be alone again, thank you.", I said and he looked a little taken aback.