Red Vs Blue Book of One-Shots

What's your zombie plan?

(Yes, there is an actual story after this -A/N, but I'm curious-

Tell me your zombie plans! It's really funny sharing all sorts of ideas and such, even if it does seem fictional. So, what's your battle plan?

Get a small child that can be adorable yet stab things?

Try to create a religious flag but end up spelling it completely wrong?

Fight off rabid monkeys using a human shield?

... Play too many games and read too many books based of post apocalyptic scenarios. Oh well.

Anyways, comment your Zombie plan!)

"No no no no no..." Grif whispered to himself as tears stung his eyes. He tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming back. After a minute or two, Grif had calmed down and gotten a hold of himself as he sat in his bright red truck, laying his head against the wheel.

"Kai... No..." Grif sobbed, trying to keep it together.

His baby sister...

... Lost to this post-apocalyptic world.

Fuck the world.

"K-Kai..." He cried again, this time curing up into a ball on the leather seat, hugging his knees to his chest.

It wasn't long before he drifted off, dangerously out in the open, and oblivious to the figure outside of his car...

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Grif woke up with his face dry from tears, and the smell of iron from blood still in the air. He groaned, and shifted in the uncomfortable position that his car seat was in. Grif shifted around, reaching for the key ignition, only to realize that he was in the passenger seat.

Of someone else's car.

His eyes snapped open, Turing towards the person on his left. Without hesitation, he put the car in park so it couldn't crash, and his fist made contact with the man's eye.

"Ow- Shit! Grif! Stop it! God damn it!" The man screeched, holding up his forearms in self-defense.

"Who the hell are you?! How do you know my name?!" Grif yelled.

The man's arms slowly started to drop down, and Grif saw a face he hadn't seen in a long time.

"S-S... Simmons...?"

Simmons nodded, smiling, but it didn't last long as he hissed in pain from the sucker punch, covering his eye.

"Oh- Uh- Shit I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, just give me a second..."

Grif complied, but millions of thoughts ran in his mind. He hasn't seen Simmons in three years! The apocalypse started right after their-

"Okay... First things first... Are you okay, Grif?" Simmons asked, worried.

"I'm fine."

"I... Um... Saw the b-body... I'm so sorry Grif, if I could've been there sooner-"

"It's fine. Kai's dead now..." Grif interrupted, trying to sound like he was strong.

He wasn't.

"Alright... But uh... How've you been besides... Y'know?"

"Great, actually. Haven't had an injury for the last two years, bite-free."

"Have you met any others?"

"I saw Sarge, believe it or not... The bastard. He wanted to go solo, which I understand."

"Huh... Nice to know he's still kicking..." Simmons smiled again, and from the looks of it, it didn't seem like he'd smiled in a while. Grif recalled that the last time he smiled like that was before the breakup.

It was brutal.

Grif dumped him.

All over a stupid argument.

"Hey... Simmons... I appreciate you saving my life and all, but you don't need to drag me along. If you want me to leave-"

"No, god no! You're the first person I've seen in two years who isn't dead, sick, or bitten! You're staying with me if you like it or not." Simmons said stubbornly with a hint of concern.

Grif nodded, taking a deep breath and looking around.

"Whose car is this?"

"The government's. You're currently riding in an ambulance."

"Wait- Really?! Holy- Can I climb into the back? I've always wanted to ride in one..."

"Not now. But later... Right now I'm running low of fuel."

"I know a place with a stash. Where are we?"

"Uhh... Blood Gulch Avenue."

"Sweet! You know that Freelancer repair station thingy where we used to play Pokemon cards? There's a ton of gas in there."

"Huh... I'm surprised you still remember that."

Grif smiled, shrugging.

"I don't forget a lot of things. Especially when it comes to you."