Night-Shots (Oneshots)

No Longer Alone - RoyDick.

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A/N: This is only unfinished in the final part. It's got people's name by the parts they speak but I didn't complete it all. It's been in my draft for a couple weeks and I can't get into the mood to finish the last bits. I know it would only take ten minutes at most but my butt won't get into gear. 

Meaning this is readable but just the final bit at the bottom will have just their names and not a full sentence. 

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Side Note: Zombie apocalypse Au. No capes. 

No one was willing to call them as zombies at first. 

Zombies were real, just some fiction invited for other's to enjoy. 

But undead, walkers, infected and every other named didn't seem to fit them either. 

Pretending they weren't once people was hard until they started to rot, flesh ripping and no longer looking as the person they use to be. 

Killing them became much easier as time passed, for everyone. 

The hard part of being able to so easily killing them due to their unrecognizable bodies and faces, left people never knowing if the zombie once stood as a love one or friend. No one could just know what happened to them anymore, keeping an eye out for anything familiar that might tell them that they once knew them long ago. 

It left everyone assuming that everyone they did know was dead or worse, one of the zombies and you'd never even know if you killed them or not. 

Children found it easier to adopt, it's the life that they only knew over. 

Stories from the time before stopped being told as children would never understand over them. 

Teaching's came to the form of teaching them how to survive and words to use when caught by hunters or spooked survivals in passing. 

Learning to grow your own food, to find safe and clean water and how to find a good enough camp. 

Skinning an animal, using it's fur as a blanket and slowly learning to live like the old ages once more. 

With everything leaning towards a technology future, not many books that were left were overly helpful. Libraries were opened, had the books to teach adults adopting to their new world were there but there wasn't any google to find the final results needed in the exact moment. 

Finding weapons, building some and sharpening sticks became difficult. Guns worked for some time but no more bullets were being created anymore. No bullets meant no more use of guns. Making arrows only worked if you knew how to make them well enough and so, sharpening sticks and stones became a known weapon for most in due time. 

Roy wanted his daughter to have a better life than this. 

Lian was just one when the apocalypse had started, rumours from already hit counties before it moved to be among them next. 

Lian was now eleven, ten years of growing up with zombies roaming around and trying to eat them at any given chance. 

Lian who knew how to make her own arrows, to fix a bow and to kill a zombie with a sharp stick, not relying on knifes as they all knew they'd rust up and break in the close future. Knifes will run out as much as guns had at some point. Best to get use to weapons that'd be around as long as there were trees.