So this was was prompted literally two years ago, and the beginning was already written for it and I had never finished it. But I didn't have any Halloween prompts, and this one seemed good enough.
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Hope y'all like it.
[ Art cross-posted on Instagram;) ]
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Ship: Nogla harem • Moogla centered
Top: Moo
Bottom: David
AU: /
Setting: /
Type: Fluff • Smut
Warning⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, violence, guns, blood, zombies, injury, scars mention of death and other mentions or situations that may trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞
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Third pov-
The sky was navy blue, clouds non-existent as the stars twinkled brightly.
It was one of the upside's that came with the end of humanity. No light pollution to block up the sky, no smoke or gas to cover up the pretty colors.
Times like this is what makes Brock still think there's hope in this world. That if anyone other than him and his friends were still out there, that maybe, possibly, they can take back their lives and treat humanity and earth right the second time around.
"Brock! Go help Tyler, I'll cover you!"
Brock snapped out of his trance, following Evan's orders and quickly rushing over to Tyler who was leaned up against one of the brick walls.
"Where at?" He sighed out, already exhausted and in dire need of sleep after running around all day and searching for supplies. They had yet to find somewhere to settle down at, since most of the places they chose either got swarmed by zombies or it wasn't safe enough. Brock kneeled down beside Tyler as he unzipped his backpack.
He huffed, shaking his head as he gestured to his shoulder.
"I-...I think I...I dunno. I can't feel my left arm." He hurried out, glancing up around as the rest of the guys shot at the zombies running their way.
Brock hummed in understanding, taking his hands out from the backpack and prodding at his forearm instead. Tyler hissed as he lightly grazed his upper arm, immediately recoiling from the touch.
Brock frowned, swallowing nervously at his assumption.
"How high can you lift your arm?" He asked. It was more of an instruction than anything, and Tyler was quick to understand that. He glanced up at Brock for a second before he hesitantly raised his arm, groaning and stopping just a bit lower than his hip.
"Hardly more than two inches or so." He said, wincing as he slowly let his arm dangle. Brock hummed, confirming what he had assumed. He quickly glanced around, making sure the other six were doing okay before he switched his gaze back to Tyler.
"Okay, Tyler. You dislocated your shoulder—”
"What?!" Brian's shout interrupted them, his gaze fast to fall on Brock's before he went back to shooting the hoard of corpses. Still glancing back every now and then to listen to the conversation. Brock ignored his outburst, keeping his attention on his injured friend.
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bbs one shots
Random*Rewrote the description because the one I had for two years was awful 😭* Anyways, yes this is a BBS one shots book. I will say, the begining chapters are completely ass but I'm too damn sentimental and don't want to take them down, nor edit them t...
