"Ugh... what the..." - You woke up as you tried to get yourself up, your head hurt, as if last night you just drank with your friends again.
You got up on your knees and looked around, there's so many loud noises around that woke you up. Your vision is still blurring. Your body is still tiring.
"Ah right... I did some physical tests earlier... but where am I...?"
You take a good look around again, you're in the middle of the streets, in a city. And this city is awfully familiar to you.
"Wait a second..."
You heard it well, the screams of people. Those sounds were familiar to you. At the beginning of the outbreak in New York. This is exactly how people reacted back then.
You tried to move your body, got up after a hard time of struggling.
"Why won't you move..." - You looked at your own body, at your chest, the center part disappeared, it left a deep crater there. "Ahh... AHHHH!!!!!!"
You screamed as you collapsed down to the ground, on your back, you felt the pond of blood. Possibly your blood, since the big wound in your chest is bleeding but you can't feel the pain.
Zombies noticed you, and they are charging towards you.
"Shit shit, NO!!!!"
Coward.
"AHHH!!!!"
You screamed as you woke up, with sweat all over your body, you took a good look at your own chest and used your hand to rub it. There's no wound there.
"Oh thank god. Thank god..." - You felt relieved, and realized you're still in the isolated room.
Was that a nightmare?
It seems so.
Only you knew about your own experience. The feeling there, most of them are exactly what happened when the outbreak happened.
But the details... some are incorrect. You were never wounded in the chest area.
"..."
Anyways, after seeing that nothing is wrong, you clean yourself of the sweats and go back to bed, trying to sleep.
You couldn't sleep that easily again because you're still scared because of the nightmare.
"That feeling was so true... the pain in my chest..."
You tried to shrug it off by thinking of something else, something else, something else, and the first thing that somehow made its way to your head was the memory of you having segs with the zombie.
"Fuck."
You whispered. You still remembered the feeling and fapped in silence.
The night passed.
"Hey. Can I call my mom?" - You stood next to the door and asked.
"Wait a second."
They brought you a phone. Nokia.
You called your family.
"Hello?"
You heard your mom's voice answering.
"Mom it's me."
"Wait... Oh Y/n- You're still alive?"
You can feel her joy when she knew you're still alive.
"Yes mom. I'm still doing well."
"We worried sick for you when we first heard about the outbreak... Your cousin who was a doctor in the Schicksal asked some of his friends to go search for you, but didn't get anything so far... How are you doing? Where are you?"
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My Wife Is A Zombie
FanficA rewrite version of the "What's Wrong With You", same idea, different plot because the original one sucked and couldn't be saved if I followed the same lore. So yep. In this fanfic we followed John Y/n, a menace to the society who refuse to pay tax...