Quackbur Oneshotssss

Bitten

WASSUP GANG

here's another request from my beloved friend Clouds_nap <3 /p thank you for your request :]

I'm not going to spoil too much because this is a surprise ending :0000 ooooo-

which means that the trigger warning is a bit limited, but all I'll say is...

TW// zombie universe which means biting, rotting corpses, and violence! (yay!)

now you may enjoy my little grEMLINS- /j

Wilbur had been visiting Los Angeles for Vidcon, but he'd never expected it to turn out the way it did. What started off as a rumor of someone with a bomber zombie cosplay, turned into more 'zombie cosplays'... Security first believed it was some prank, just a bunch of weirdos dressed as zombies and harassing others. They believed this until nearly half of the people visiting... were 'dressed' as zombies, then right then, the next day... everyone that was 'dressed' as a zombie was chasing and attempting to bite anyone in their sight. They went into lockdown as soon as possible, just as Wilbur was on stage. It was so freaky to suddenly be grabbed by security guards and dragged off stage, other guards yelling at the crowd to leave and find somewhere safe while the crowd questioned the situation and attempted to argue. Wilbur kept trying to look back, but the last glance he got of the crowd was another crowd made up of zombies mauled his audience.
He was basically thrown into a safe room with a few other popular content creators, all of them just as confused as Wilbur was.

They were locked in there for hours. Maybe even a day. Eventually, they were led out, the place was full of military units and they got a free ride back to... Wilbur couldn't quite recall where to, they never arrived there... wherever 'there' was.
They had been attacked by a hoard of zombies on the way, and Wilbur was forced to defend himself before he found a safe place to hide underground. That's where he stayed until now, the present. After salvaging all the guns and ammo dropped by the military over the years, buffing the hell up, and fighting his way through it all, he stayed strong. Much to his misfortune, anybody he tried to assist or take under his wing, only ended up lost to the zombies. Regardless, he moved on and kept going.

Wilbur sighed silently, "Dammit." He muttered to himself as he looked into the empty freezer. He groaned slightly, 'Guess I must go on a supply run today.' He thought, grabbing his gun from the wall, along with some ammo. He applied some camouflage paint and ruffled his hair up before grabbing his bag and going outside. He blended into the bushes and mud, making his way to the nearest supermarket, thankfully he made it there without any problems. He sighed with relief as he shut the doors behind him and quickly snuck further into the supermarket. He grabbed the essentials before looking for anything he simply wanted and just having some fun rolling around in the shopping cart. He was having fun but he stopped in his tracks when he heard something crash. He went quiet, silently holding his gun as he cautiously approached the noise.
The sound of shuffling grew closer and closer as Wilbur approached, soon enough, he reached the spot. He took a silent deep breath, and he turned the corner, aiming his gun in preparation to shoot, but instead, he was met with a scream. He jumped back, and blinked, processing the sight before him.
It was another human. He looked to be around the same age as Wilbur, maybe younger by a few years. He was shorter, medium length, black hair, dark brown eyes, yellow wings... He was wearing a beanie, royal blue joggers with two white stripes on each pant leg, a matching jacket tied around his waist, and he had a white tank top. Wilbur couldn't lie, he was surprisingly attractive... oh yeah, he was holding a gun to his face, shit-