Apocalyptic (Feralapocalypse Reader Insert)

Unusual

You'd been successful on your missions since, though none of them had dealt in returning to that hospital either. Today was a food run at Walmart and apparently it is just as beloved by the ferals now as the humans had before. Navigating without being caught was difficult say the least. They were just milling about at this point with no food sources left, content with whatever humans and refrigerated meat they'd devoured on the shelves and in the deli. Such a sad existence these monsters now had. You all lined up against the shelf, a group of seven humans this time with you included in that count, as the commanding officer peeked around, trying to navigate to the food isles right across the way. He mad a couple gestures, two two three, and pointed out towards our destination. The order was clear. Separate into smaller groups and get across. You all grouped up quickly, you ended up in the group of three, and the first group dashed out and across. They made it over successfully and started stocking up on food. Your group went next since it was the biggest and made it over without problem.

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You shoved anything you could into the bag you carried, trying to be as quiet as possible. You were given a thumbs up, all groups had made it. Things might actually turn out great this time around. Until a yelp sounded, followed by a scream. Things became a blur quickly as barks, growls, roars, and various other feral noises started and were drawing closer, fast. You and your partners started climbing the shelves, but the weight between the three of you was too much and the shelf started to topple. A cry from one of your partners notified you of this and you jumped, landing on the opposite shelf. You managed to get to the top and looked down to see swarming ferals and bodies. Blood was pooling on the floor. "[Y/N], help me!" Your head snapped to the other side to see your Commander struggling to get up. A feral had him by the leg though. You reached to grap his hand, but he was tugged further down, a cry escaping him as the feral bit down. He was dragged away, but wasn't taken far before another feral interfered, attacking its the feral that had bitten him.

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You watched in tense, horrified, silence as the feral Skeleton chased off the other feral and approached your Commander. He must've lost his gun at some point because he wasn't trying to fight back. That or he'd accepted his fate as dinner. "Just fucking do it, bastard." He hissed at the feral Skeleton. He made no move to harm the Commander though, instead his tail pushed something forward. A pistol. Then he turned and walked away, not on all fours, but on two legs. "W-wait!" The Skeleton paused, glancing back. "Save her." He pointed up, his eyelights followed. "Save her." The Skeleton looked back at him and sighed, taking off his jacket. He then walked over and threw it up onto the shelf before walking away again. You had no idea how that was supposed to help but you took the comfortable item any way, hugging it. You sorely needed the comfort seeing as you were the only survivor and surrounded by ferals. Yeah... you were as good as dead. You looked down at your Commander again, but the ferals were tearing into him now. There was a bullet in his head, he hadn't suffered. You huddled into a fetal position.

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They'd been dispersing slowly, full or bored, you didn't know. You pulled the blue jacket tighter around yourself tiredly. How long had it been? Did everyone think you were dead? Savannah? The General? What was up with that Skeleton? He didn't act like a feral at all, he was... unusual. He still left you to die though. What the fuck would this jacket do except... cover your scent. Shit... he gave you a free ticket to waltz right through them without difficulty. You put the jacket on and zipped it up, throwing up the hood. You then looked for the least populated area around you and slowly climbed down. You stayed on your hands and knees, trying to look as feral as possible and started hightailing it to the door. The ferals never noticed. They just kept tearing away at your teammates. You swallowed down your tears and waited until you were back out into the.... night. It was night now. It had been early afternoon when you guys got here. More shocking still, seven bags of food was piled at the side of the building. You and your teams food. The Skeleton had.. you grabbed the bags and slung them over your shoulders, leaving his jacket where he'd left the bags.

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Sans POV

I checked Walmart the next day to find my hoodie where the bags had been. "she got out then." I kinda figured. I would've felt it if she'd been killed. No she was probably more traumatized than anything. I wanted to sheild her from the worst of the world, but I couldn't. She would be exposed, no matter what I did and I had a cure to make. I didn't have time for soulmate bull. I'd done what I needed to. She was safe and alive and I had more food for me and my subject, Doggressa. I'd been keeping an eye out for Dogamy too, I didn't want to keep them separate. If he wasn't feral though, that proved to be interesting. Could he still feel her emotions, did she have the desire to infect him? The possibilities with soulmates were unknown. I shook my head. Now that things were good, I could get back to said subject and run more tests on her venom and magic samples.