-- 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 * 𝐾.𝑉.

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 || 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞

heyy it's been a while, yo girl been having writers block. idk as i'm writing it's kinda turning into a multi fic but it's still mostly von. it's good tho. this for all my poly lovers LMAO. lemme know if you guys would like to see this as a book.

SOMEWHERE IN THE RURAL MIDWEST.
10:54 am.
JEONNIE.

i crept around cautiously in the vacant grocery store. the lights over my head was flickering while making zap noises. i can't believe a grocery store full of life and community, turned into a wasteland of expired goods and bodies.

i was 19 when this apocalypse started, now i'm 21. years ago a plague infected most of the population that turned people into living zombies. the infection eating away at their skin and brain, making them submit to whatever parasite was taking over their body.

when this first started, i was a freshman in college studying epidemiology. the craziest thing was we learned about this plague called 'chronic ternelous'. i'm forever grateful for picking a major that has helped me get this far with my knowledge on it.

if you're infected, the sickness starts in your brain, eliminating all nerves and brain tissue. then it begins eating at your face. scabby holes on the cheek, half of the mouth gone, then wounds start to develop all over their body.

so when this epidemic broke out, i was scared because of the behavioral aspect of those who're infected.

slurry talk, some cases of ternelous where the victim can run, but most drag their feet along, and they crave human blood.

when my own best friend got bitten by her brother who was infected, i had no choice but to flee in her car and take myself across the country to find peace.

it doesn't help that cities are ghost towns, nobody to be found but the 'zombies'. no politicians left, i don't know where my family is and most importantly, no rules or regulations.

i've been running off of gas at vacant gas stations that look to be abandoned. but the dangers of coming into place like an abandoned building or establishment is the danger of being eaten alive.

one day i had to use the pistol i 'borrowed' from my best friend. when we were on the run together for 2 months, she was the only one who had ammo to fight these predators off.

now i'm down to 4 bullets and i have no aim at all, so if i get attacked and i use up all my shells. it's wraps.

all that is left in this store is canned goods and expired products. i made sure to scoop hella cans of goya beans in my basket, as well as rice and spam.

L eats but that's all i got.

stepping over shards of glass and rotting rodents, i spotted some pineapple juice on the shelves. freshly stocked. freshly stocked is odd but hey i live in an apocalyptic climate right now so anything is possible.

more shuffling was audible as i approached the toiletries section. grumbling and groaning made my ears perk up though. the biggest sign that you have a zombie on your hands is if you hear moaning in agony along with dragging feet.

i huffed out while bracing myself, removing the beat up book bag from my back. i would hope the noise is another rodent that's bigger than me and not an infectious person.

i stuffed myself into the lowest shelf behind some angel soft tissues while digging in the bag that held all of my essentials.

i took my handgun off safety and prayed a lil quick prayer that i'm just hearing shit and i won't have to use 80% of my energy to fight off brain dead cannibals.