TBP oneshots - Brance/rinney/briffin

Apocalypse 💛/💔 Brance

!!TW!! This story contains blood and violence, read with caution
This oneshot will be longer than the others
AGE UP:
Vance: 17
Bruce: 16 1/2

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I looks around spotting a lifeless body on my porch. Holy shit, I fall back into the doorway covering my mouth with my hand. It was mom, what the hell was happening, why was everyone freaking out. I take my phone out to check the news, it took me a minute to find anything. Jesus Christ. There's no way that's real? zombie apocalypses are for movies. This isn't possible.

I run inside the house grabbing dads keys, my cat powder, and my bag. I also grab a kitchen knife just in case. I run out of the house and to the car but not before saying goodbye to my mom and taking her necklace. The necklace was special to her. I made it in the 6th grade for Mother's Day in school. When I think about that memory I can't help but smile but it turns into a teary frown when I remember she was dead right in front of me.

I slam the car door shut and set my car down beside me. I'm not leaving powder for herself that's cruel. I shove the key into the ignition and twist it hearing the engine start to run.

I pull out of the drive way in a hurry watching people run down the sidewalks in terror and pain. I can't help but feel horrible for leaving them there, I grew up with these people and I'm leaving them all to die..

I shake away the thought and rummage through my bag for a CD. My bag had a bunch of random stuff in it. Old packs of goldfish, a water bottle, gum, batting gloves, a pair of headphones, rocks, a shirt, and a few CDs. When I finally felt one at the bottom of my bag I plucked it out. The Number Of The Beast by Iron Maiden. This wasn't mine, it was Vance's. Holy shit! Vance! I whip out my phone and find his contact and press call, I put the phone to my ear listen while the line buzzed.

Pick up! Please, please pick up! I kept repeating in my head. Finally my phone went to voicemail. Dammit! I call again. Please Vance don't be dead. I hear him pick up

"Bruce?" He sounded like he was in distress "Vance! Oh thank god! Are you okay? Where are you?" I ask worriedly "Bruce" "Vance why aren't you saying anything else, your worrying me" I say tensing up with a shaky deep breath. He doesn't say anything instead i get a text from him. I pull the phone away from my ear to look. It's his location "I'm on my way okay?" "D-don't Han-g up" he says in a groaning voice "p-ple-ase" "I'm not gonna hang up" I say reassuringly

I stayed on the phone with him the whole way there. When I got there I run right into the house looking everywhere for him but I can't find him. "Vance!" I call out in hopes of response. I hear a small voice from up the stairs "Bru-ce" he hicks. I run up the stairs to see a horrid sight. Vance was bleeding out and there was a dead person laying on the ground by his feet. The person had skid peeling of its arms and and torso, and their face was all deformed. I could heard it's breathing it sounded like and old mad with lung cancer.

I gasp in horror and shock. I don't know what to do, I can't call anyone hospitals a for sure closed by now and I'm sure as hell not able to pick Vance up. He was all muscle and meat.

I run up to him and slid on my knees to where I could see his face up close. "Vance! Are you okay? Can you walk?!" I bombard him with questions. His eyes couldn't focus on anything and his breathing was inconsistent.he held his wound with his hand trying to stop the bleeding. "Bruce" he whines again. I put my hand up against his face and caress his cheek with my thumb. I start to move my hand into his hair and admire his face. "Oh Vance.." I whisper trying to calm him down. "Pl-ease k-keep m-e ali-ive" he pleads looking at me in the eyes. I accept the request by nodding my head.

I was able to get him up against his bed. "Okay Vance, one three I need you to try your best to stand up" he nods shutting his eyes in pain "one, two, three!" I say lifting him up feeling him out in the effort of standing up. He was heavy, for someone his age he weighed 162 Ibs which was pretty average for someone his age but he was still heavy to me. "My bag" he says struggling to stand. "What?" I say confused "my ba-g it has my Stu-ff" he said looking over to his bed. "Okay we'll get it"

I start to walk guiding Vance's feet with mine "just follow my feet okay?" He nods looking down a our feet.

~time skip~

When we got in the truck I laid Vance down on the seat almost crushing powder luckily she moved in time. I slammed the door shut and immediately started the car and got out of the neighborhood driving into the city. Vance was laying in fetal position and powder was sleeping next to him.

I step on the petal making us go faster. The more time I waste following traffic laws the less time Vance has to survive. While driving I get distracted by the baseball field memory's flood my mind

Flash back

The ball comes right to the bat but the ball curves and I swing to high "strike one!" I hear called out from behind me. I stand in teddy position waiting for the pitcher to throw the ball again. He whips the ball at me again, it curves again when I swing making me miss again. Resting my shoulders from their position "strike two!" I hear from behind the crowd cheers for me. I look down and take a deep breath getting back in position waiting to strike the ball with my bat. The pitcher gets his arm ready and whips the ball at me this time I feel like I see it in slow motion. I see it come at me slowly. It starts to curve down and I bring my bat lower so I can strike it perfectly. *WHACK* I hit it!! I run a home run and once I get back to home base I celebrate with my team for a few seconds smiley like crazy. I look back and see my mom in the stands cheering for my jumping up and down. Still wearing the necklace I made her, that's made me smile big.

When it comes time for both teams to shake hands and pity which ever team didn't win I spot the pitcher that almost struck me out down the line. When it comes out turn to high five each other I look him in the eyes and say "your arm is mint. You almost had me" I smile and walk off with my team.

I was snapped out of my memory when I hear Vance moan my name. "Bru-ce.. we're not g-onn-a make I-it" he says with shaky breathes. "I have me-dical s-shit in m-my ba-g" he says pointing at his bag that's sitting under the dashboard.

I stop the car on the side of the rode making sure the doors are locked. I pick up the bag a dig through his stuff. A few pocket knifes, pencils papers, food, an empty water bottle, our CDs, and finally I see a small bag full of medical supplies.

I rip the bag open and grab out some peroxide, cotton pads, and bandages in haste. I take a deep breath preparing the supplies like pouring the peroxide on the cotton swab. I take a deep breath before continuing.

"Okay this is gonna sting so I'll count down from 3" he nods his heads a groans him more pain. "3,2,1" I quickly but gently places the pads over his wound. "Ah!" He moans in pain and throws his head back with his eyes shut tight. "You're gonna be okay i promise" I say reassuring him through the pain.

After cleaning his wound I take the bandages from behind me and put them over his wound and tape it with bandage tape. "Vance? Are you okay?" I say with sorrow heard in my voice. He doesn't replies just moans and nods his head before laying down in a more comfortable position.

I start the car and start driving. I don't know to where we just need to go. I place my hand on his thigh. "We're gonna be okay"

What'd you guys think? Should I make a longer version on my other account?
Word count: 1535