In the wake of an apocalypse, you find yourself succumbing to the peacefulness of an abandoned farm. You were settled and unharmed, every date fleeting with a certainty that you would be okay, until four Military men wind up at your door, begging to...
NOTE: This is a Poly!141 fanfiction and is written in second person. You can find more works on my tumblr: evilgwrl
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You looked at the dishes piled up in the sink, a wave of nausea hitting you. A part of you was glad, comforted by the idea of having humans around yet you couldn't shake the substantial feeling of dread.
What if they killed you? Or raped you? Or both? What would happen to your body? Would you turn? Would you just decompose and hopefully move onto a better place? Your mind thumped against the thick walls of your skull before you felt a hand placed on your shoulder. A hand clamped your shoulder.
"You 'lright?" Price said, a comforting smile adorned on his face before you shrugged his hand off.
"Just fine," you reply, a tight smile on your face, "I'll show you the bedrooms." They followed you upstairs, the pounding of their boots against the floor giving you a headache. You led them to a bedroom, the subtle smell of dust lingering as you took in the unused space. There was a double bed, a mint green quilt with pink roses adorning it, two pillows both placed neatly on either side. "You can figure out who goes where," you say, pushing the door open from across the hall.
You walk into the second guest room, a queen sized bed splat in the middle, a dark blue quilt tucked in, a row of grey pillows furnishing the top. "There's a bathroom down the hall to the right. The plumbing still works somehow but don't over-flush. You can have a shower but the water will be cold," you say, attempting to sound intimidating as you avert your gaze.
"Thank you," Price smiled, stepping inside the room.
Gaz and Soap offered you a squeeze on the shoulder quickly, a polite thank you leaving their mouth. Ghost however, sorted just stared at you, blinking slowly before turning towards the first room.
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You find yourself thinking as you brushed Cecil, his grey fur shedding quickly as you stroked his behind, whispering small praises towards the large animal.
What if you tell them to leave and they don't? What if they take over your house and kick you out? What if-
You stop yourself, rubbing your head in your hands as you lead the horses back to the barn, preparing dinner for the other animals before locking the door securely. You finished up outside, ensuring the crops were well watered before heading up the porch steps and through the back door.
