Plot: Taylor and Karlie are surviving the zombie apocalypse together. It's an AU with a few scattered factual parts. E.g. Taylor is still famous but Cara Delevingne doesn't know who she is.
Merry Christmas!! See you in January x
Warnings: mild sexual content
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Heavy winter boots crunch loudly through the thick snow. Karlie's breathing is strained and wheezing. She doesn't dare look behind her as she gallops through the endless field of white. Zombies are quicker than you'd think. Karlie can hear deep growling not too far behind her. She just wants this damn winter to be over so that she can run well again. She prays to whatever gods are up there to do their best and save her now. The growling is getting louder. A steady stream of tears are beginning to flow down Karlie's cheeks. She thinks about her life as it is now. How terrifying and saddening it has become. Maybe giving up now would be for the best. Maybe there's no point in trying to survive. Humanity has crumbled. What good would it be to hang around for what's left of it?
Karlie lets out a shaky sob and clumsily trips over a large rock hidden in the snow. She collapses to the ground and winces in pain. Her ankle has been sprained. She tries to get up but it's worse than it looks. The guttural growling that was once far behind her is now mere feet away from her. Karlie's eyes widen in terror as the zombies close in. There's only two of them but she knows she won't be able to take out two of them. She tries to reach for her gun but finds that she has lost it in the snow. Could this get any worse? Karlie closes her eyes. She's ready.
Two gun fires sound out through the desolate field. Karlie opens her eyes. The zombies lie dead on the ground before her, septic green blood oozing from their heads onto the crisp white snow. She can't believe her eyes and looks around for who or what has saved her.
"Hey, amateur!" a voice from above calls.
Karlie, in her hope forsaken state, expects an angel but is met face to face with her partner in crime, Taylor, in a helicopter. There's a look of both concern and relief on her face. But a soft smile is there too and it makes Karlie start to cry with gleeful joy. Taylor lands and helps Karlie into the copter.
"Talk about a close one. You haven't had one of those in a while," Taylor says casually as they fly over the abandoned fields.
"I should've taken the safer route back. I was being lazy. Real stupid of me, huh?" Karlie grumbles, almost to herself.
"Nah, sometimes I do stuff like that, too. Can't blame you, it's freezing out there. No wonder you wanted to get back quicker."
The sweetness and sincerity in Taylor's voice is almost too kind for Karlie to handle. She had saved Taylor and taken her in to her shelter about a year ago. Now they survive together with a few friends in a small building that was once a bank. Shelters in the mountains, and one on the far edge of the city, share food with them. Usually, Karlie would take the helicopter to journey to the mountains. But, being Karlie, she insisted on the exercise.
"It was dumb," Karlie says, sternly. She furrows her brow angrily. She's frustrated with herself and Taylor can see it.
"Baby, it wasn't dumb. You were just—"
"I could have died, Taylor!" Karlie yells. "And then what? What would happen to you?"
"Don't make me think about that, Karlie!" Taylor gasps, furious that Karlie is making her think about such horrid visions.
"Died," Karlie repeats.
"Well, you didn't," Taylor says firmly.
"Fuck," Karlie hisses as her ankle throbs with a fresh surge of pain.
