ᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀᴜ (ꜰᴛ. ʏ/ɴ)

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Y/N tenderly lifts Ringo up from the cold floor, enveloping her in a warm embrace to provide solace. In that moment, Ringo finds herself seeking a respite, pondering her next course of action.

The throbbing ache in her mouth echoes with distress, while the throbbing pain in her finger elicits a nauseating sensation that further deepens her discomfort. All these physical cues intertwine with her emotional turmoil, creating a whirlwind of sensations that she struggles to make sense of as uncertainty looms over her next steps.

As the Norwegian gazed out the window, his eyes fixated on the eerie sight of the zombies leisurely strolling by the house, their haunting moans and groans reverberating throughout the ghost town. The desolate streets laid bare, devoid of any signs of life, creating a chilling atmosphere that sent shivers down his spine.

Tord, feeling concerned, makes a conscious effort to step away from the window and direct his attention towards Y/N, noticing her distant demeanor. With a hint of worry in his voice, he gently inquires, "Hey...you okay?...I...know you can't speak but you've been distant towards us..." Taking a small step closer to her and nervously scratching his neck, he anxiously waits for her response, hoping to bridge the gap of silence that has settled between them. Y/N, caught off guard, blinks uncertainly, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected situation.

"...Please say something.... anything!...just acknowledge ME at least!.... I'm not LIKE THEM!... I'm at least normal..." He explained. Slowly losing his mind from how quiet it is without her voice. Edd wouldn't really talk to him...Tom doesn't speak and....Matt's gone.

He was feeling overwhelmed and on the brink of losing control of his emotions, yearning for your presence in that moment. Your reassuring comfort and undivided attention were like a lifeline, providing a sense of grounding and clarity amidst the chaos. In that instant, it was as though the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in an oasis of shared understanding and support.

Y/N placed her hands firmly on his cheeks and gave them an intense shake, in a way of saying, "Snap out of it, dumbass." She found his demeanor profoundly unsettling at that instant, causing a wave of discomfort to wash over her as she registered his unsettling mood.

As Tord tightly grips onto her trembling arms, he locks his gaze with hers, the intensity of his stare piercing through her very soul. His erratic breaths seem to catch in his throat, and with a heavy heart, he lowers his head in bewilderment. A deep, guttural groan escapes his lips, echoing his confusion and fear about the strange and overwhelming emotions that are sweeping over him in this bewildering moment.

"...sorry... Edd is still pretty upset with me...and you know how the weirdo is-...I just feel like...your the only REAL being y'know...like...I...feel...there's a connection... between....us..." His fingers delicately intertwine with hers, causing her to instinctively tilt her head slightly away from him. The subtle touch ignites a spark of connection between them that neither can ignore.

Perplexed by his actions, she tilted her head in confusion. She could only hope that he intended for their relationship to remain solely platonic in the midst of this zombie apocalypse. Without saying a word, Tord gently pressed his cheek against the palm of her hands, further complicating her thoughts.