warning: gore,violence,scarring,self harm. and many other factors that could cause fear into said reader.
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"Y-You cant sleepover e-every night!"
Bill yelped the words in Stans direction.
"oh cmon! My moms been bugging me about summer camp all month,i cant stand it!..i need to get away somehow,Bill." Stan said,his hands tightening around the old desk.
Richie laughed,Stan quickly glared at him.
It was like any day of middle school. They were all twelve,some on the peak of turning the big one-three. it was normal. Stan complaining about his parents goals for him being too much. Eddie yelling about who knows what. Bill listening to Stan the best he could. Richie giggling and making jokes,Bev giggling along with him. Ben giving Bev lovey dovey eyes—.everything was normal.
then the intercom started up.
they couldn't believe what was being said.
"Attention!-Attention!..there seems that some gang members are being fairly aggressive in the development—Especially around the school grounds. they are being described as pale, dead/sickly looking. and being increasingly violent with the local Derry community. please lock the doors of your classrooms and remain calm. help is on it's way."
"i bet you two dollars its zombies." Richie said shortly after the intercom turned off with a beep.
"Don't be ridiculous—..zombies aren't real!" Eddie said,playfully pushing Richie. Stan nodded,smirking.
"so what do you think they are?" Bev said,butting in.
"I-i don't know—" Bill replied,his voice shaky.
"they could be—" Ben was interrupted by the intercom turning back on to talk about how the things were getting more violent.
screams then started up,before anyone could say anything. the yelps of terror sounded like something straight from a horror flick.
Richie grabbed Eddie,hugging him. like he could protect Eddie from those..horrors. They all were bundled up.
The door fell off its hinges slamming into the tile. they came crashing in,Richie was trying his best to protect his friends,be tough like his father told him to be.
That didn't get him anywhere good.
Richie was lunged at,pulled to the ground,and his clothes and skin getting torn.
Eddie screamed in agony as he was pulled away,as Richie became those undead creatures lunch.
"Eddie cmon!—hes a goner!"Bill yelled,eyes watering,panting heavily. he started pulling Eddie away harder. He couldn't lose so many of his friends. he couldn't.
Eddie could see everything. inside and out of Richie almost.
when they got out,and hid,Eddie couldn't help his sobs. Bevs eyes were watering.
"w-we can go to Mikes!"Stan suggested.
they did. running and running.
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4 years later.
things had changed. Richie was gone still. They had to fight for their lives everyday. The creatures had been confirmed to be in-fact zombies. they had some wounds here and there. they weren't like messed up or disfigured.
They were searching through some old houses for supplies.
Eddie walked away from the others,opening a door to a abandoned house they hadn't explored yet.
it was the same as the others.
"Stan—dont bother" Eddie said,hearing the door creak.
"theres nothing in here—..from what i ca—..oh." Eddie gasped. a fresh corpse on the floor.
there was old blood around it,wounds all over its face,its fingers cut up.
"Is that who i think it is?" Stan said,ducking down to get a better look.
it was him.
it was Henry Bowers rotting remains.
Well,not exactly rotting. it was quite fresh,and didnt look like a zombie attack.
Eddie shivered at the thought of someone hunting down other humans instead of zombies.
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14 years later,the anniversary of Richies death.
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Eddie was twenty seven now. yay.
Richie was still twelve.
forever that age.
Eddie started to cry,hard,Bill came to his side. he knew they were tried of him still messing him,still trying to find him.
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