My lassie (Gonner x Fem! Reader)

"I ain't gonna kill ye Lassie!"

The door made a soft bang as you closed it behind you. Looking up at the sky you realized that summer really was over. The sun was almost completely set yet it was only 6. So, with a sigh of sadness, you began to walk towards the grave yard.

You knew your way there quite well. Over the summer, you and the people who you used to call friends would walk to the graveyard, never going in but always feeling the rush of at least being on the outside. Not anymore, those people weren't your friends anymore and you were going to do something they were never brave enough to do. You were going to go inside and explore.

As you got up to the rusty gate you saw it was shut by thick rope, holding each door shut. Taking the knife out of your bag you began to cut at the rope until it fell off, and a large gust of wind blew the gate doors open. Spooky. When you walked into the graveyard, the vibe changed. Outside of the graveyard you felt nothing, but inside you felt wrong. Not wrong as in you did something wrong, but wrong as in you felt you were being watched or that you weren't supposed to be there.

   Navigating your way through the small brick paths placed on the ground the unsettling feeling got worse. You could swear you were being followed by something. You looked behind you to check, not paying attention to where you were going. Suddenly, you tripped over an urn. You yelped in pain as pieces of clay pottery went into your hands and knees.

    "Fuck!" You screamed. Blood was oozing out of your hands, which both had small pieces of clay in them, and out of your knees, in which one was just scraped, and the other had a huge piece of clay in it, probably about the size of a hamster. And, worst of all, ashes were smothered in your wounds. The pain was so excruciating that you could barely move.

      You started to scream at the sight of your cuts. You couldn't feel it yet, you were in shock, but the sight alone was enough to make you scared out of your mind. You screamed louder and louder, hoping someone would hear you. You needed a doctor. Then, in the middle of your screaming fit you heard someone or something running towards you. The foot steps grew louder and louder and you knew you were saved... that is until the foot steps stopped. You waited in silence. You could have sworn you heard something running. Nothing. But, just as you opened your mouth to start screaming again a hand covered your mouth from behind.

"Not too loud Lassie!" A strange, raspy voice said from behind you.

You screamed more because of the hand on your mouth. Why was somebody covering your scream?! Who were they?! Were they going to hurt you?! Your mind keep rushing and you began to panic more. You began to have a panic attack. Gasping for breath you started to sob. You just wanted to go home. Your sobs grew louder and your breathing grew heavier. The person who was covering your mouth noticed this and lifted their hand from your mouth. You screamed yet again.

"Shhhh! I'm sorry! I ain't gonna kill ye lassie!! I ain't here to hurt ye! I'm here to help ye!" The raspy voice called out desperately.

You hushed due to the urgency in his voice. You could tell he meant what he was saying.

"Ok... please help me...." You mumbled.

"Aye! Now.... Before I help ye, yer gonna have to promise me ye ain't gonna freak out...." The voice replied.

     "Why would I freak out?" You asked, puzzled.

     "Well, um ye know yer in a cemetery right?" He asked.

      "Duh." You replied.

      "Ok well... ye know how dead people are buried here.... And in a lot of human.... Stories..... those dead people turn into zombies?" He asked.