Tommyinnit x OC (Zombie au)

The call

Being here in the future yet I’m thinking of the past. 

(~'’'~)

The video went out.

Tommy and the others recorded it and the basic facts were covered. It wasn’t like anybody needed to know about a few incidents. They’d never need to know if Diane killed anybody in Florida. They’d never see Tommy’s scar on his left shoulder. More importantly, they’d never know about Diane except for her mere existence and that was just because she  was living with Tommy so might as well let it be known.

Her face was seen but only for a few seconds. No need to make a big spectacle about it when she wouldn’t frequently join the streams. 

Diane told Tommy’s parents about the situation back at Florida before they boarded the plane and about the number. Both of them promised to help her out the best they could.

Quickly, the video got views. There were tweets and comments on past posts the group posted at least eight months ago. Tommy’s friends contacted him and he went out to reconnect with them while Diane was left at his house. 

Sure, peace and quiet was something she sought after but it seemed too quick. She’d always be doing something, anything, back in Florida. It didn’t matter what, whether it was looking for food or water, beating up zombies, avoiding people, avoiding cats and dogs and any other feral animals, the list was endless. 

Even after the hospital was cleared out, the whole cure thing happened and events happened too fast for her to rest and think about nothing. Her thoughts almost always ended with some reason for her to hate herself but it never showed visibly as a worry or concern. 

But being alone in her new room with Joe the only one there to comfort her and barely anything to veer her focus to something else other than the new phone Tommy’s parents had gotten her, she stared at the business card in her hand as she layed on her bed. 

What would Tommy even do if he was there during the call? What would any of them be able to do other than listen to what was being said? Diane didn’t need to be supervised throughout every moment of her being in the UK and that thought made her get up and start dialing the number. 

Discord hadn’t even been downloaded yet but the basics of a phone were there as she was about to press the call button with the number already inputted. 

“...fuck. Alright, umm… it’s fine. She literally said to call her when I get acquainted and I-I’m acquainted, aren’t I?” Diane’s sitting position on the bed turned to Joe, her legs reaching up so she could criss-cross on the sheets.

Joe merely stared at her, making her nod and sigh. “Whatever.”

Diane pressed call and in all honesty, she forgot how annoying the dialing sound was but she persevered through it and waited for a voice to answer.

“Bequette.”

Diane recognized the name and voice even through the call. It was a bit surprising to be able to point out a voice through a phone but it was helpful.

“It’s me. That girl from the airport in Orlando, Florida.” 

A small chuckle could be heard from the small speaker in the phone. 

“Is it? Didn’t think you’d actually call me.”

“Should I not have?” Diane didn’t like the amount of playful sarcasticness coming from the woman but tolerated it since it wasn’t completely unwelcomed.

“No, I’m glad you did. Face recognition would’ve followed you nearly anywhere you went along with the backlog of the cars that transported everybody back to their respective homes or temporary shelters.”