ᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀᴜ (ꜰᴛ. ʏ/ɴ)

Tired...just tired.

{Girls On Film}
[Duran Duran]

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We had finally made our way back to the house. Un bitten thankfully. Me and Tord we're sitting on the couch still processing everything that just happened. He was holding my hand throughout the whole car ride and still hasn't let go the minute we came back home.

Edd was praising Ringo, petting her head. Telling her how much of a good girl she was for basically saving Tords life. "Oh my God... This is.. this is all real life, right?" He asked Edd, looking up at the tall British brunette. Who just looks down at him, confusingly.

"Aren't you considering what this all means?!" He tries to get it through Edd's head. Edd, holding Ringo in his hands. Kind of getting worried. I got up from the couch anxiously not wanting to sit in one place for too long.

"This is a zombie apocalypse. Is it an illness or a pandemic? We don't even know how this is spread? We could be infected and not even know!!" Tord yells out in fear making assumptions which I didn't really want to hear right now. "Shut up! Don't even think of that! I- it'll only cause more panic for us!" I yelled at him.

"We already struggle enough as it is to get cat food at the store. How are we supposed to get food for ourselves let alone Ringo?"

"There's no way we'll survive even a week in this hell. Should we quarantine? Do we have supplies to do that? Y/N was nearly fuckin killed! If we hadn't been there sooner she'd be fuckin damn dead! What are we gonna do if something lik-"

Matt stands up straight. "HOW SHOULD I KNOW!? I don't know what to do. I've never considered this-- ANYTHING like this happening how am I supposed to know what to do when I don't even know what's going on!!" He snapped out from all the commotion.

His face then changed to an upset one when he looks at everyone's facial expressions. I felt bad for him. We were all going through so much right now I don't blame him for lashing out like that. Tord leaves out of the living room leaving just me, Matt, and Edd.

"You okay, Matt." I asked him. Trying to reassure that he had got everything out of his system. He takes a hold of my hand comfortingly. "Yeah, I feel a bit better now...Edd, I'm sorry i... I just meant that-" Edd's eyes look up at him.

"Mate. It's okay. Don't worry. You're just trying to look after us. I appreciate that." He smiles softly. "We'll get out of this together... We all just need to take a deep breath and figure this out. Together." I reassure them both. "C'mon, I'll help you come up with a plan, Matt." I smiled softly.

"I really hope, Tom is doing okay. Hopefully, he's back at his place. Safe and...sound? A girl can only hope."

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{No One's POV ༻}

"Right! This is the plan." Matt slaps down a piece of paper. The group huddling around it. Tord snatches the paper and squints his eyes trying to read it. "Ehh, that's nice and all but what's it supposed to mean?" Just for the paper to be snatched back by Y/N. "Well let us explain it and maybe you'll understand?" She hands the paper back to Matt. "Okay, so the two things we need is 1. Supplies 2. Weapons." He read out. Earning a reply from the horn haired man. "Most important thing we need really our weapons if we even want to gather supplies first." I add. While Edd leans on my shoulder comfortably. Just listing in.

"And how exactly do you expect us to get our hands on that? Where are we gonna get weapons good enough to defend us against zombies?" Replies Tord, crossing his arms.

"That's where you come in~"

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