Banana Bus Squad 'X' Reader

Lui Calibre-- Stitches and Undead

A/N-- Hey. Uh, this is when there is a zombie apocalypse. That is all, happy reading! (^ - ^)

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Everything is silent and the night sky is filled with millions of stars. It's unnerving since I'm in the middle of LA. It's been a year and a day since this all started and I still haven't gotten used to the flesh eating monsters that roam everywhere. The whole world fell apart when the first outbreak happened. I'm actually surprised that I've lasted this long, I guess all those late night playthroughs of COD Zombies prepared me for this.

I make my way along the destroyed walls of buildings, slipping through torn out fences and looking for somewhere to stay the night. I listen for the gurgling snarls of the walking dead to make sure I don't get jumped. Almost right on cue, a rotten corpse stumbles out of a shadowy corner and makes its track towards me. I reach for my knife that's strapped to my leg and stab it straight in the side of its skull, its growls go silent instantly. I wipe the blackened blood off of my knife with a rag and continue my search.

I want the best place to sleep so that nothing can get to me and nothing would be smart enough to actually look for me in that spot. I'm not afraid of the dead finding me while I sleep because, frankly, I could fight them all off no problem but it's the living. If something alive found me, there would be no doubt they would shoot me on sight and take all my stuff.

My first run in with the living didn't go very well. I was on my way back home from scavenging with my best friend. We had no one else but each other because our families were already turned. The humans were in a huge group, many of them having masks on to hide their identity, most of which being animals. You could tell they were men based on the way they were built and they tried to murder us. My friend abandoned my to fight them myself, which I thought was very kind of them. Luckily, though, I managed to get out of that situation with only a few cuts and bruises.

A bottle drops and clanks to the ground behind me and I whip my head in the direction of the noise. I didn't hear any snarls or the dragging of feet to it couldn't have been the undead. I look around and see nothing. I go to turn back around when I'm grabbed. I yelp in fear and elbow this thing grabbing me. I hold out my knife and get ready to fight. The person holds their stomach and looks up at me. It's a man in a mask, a monkey mask to be more specific. I remember him, he tried to kill me before.

"Please..." He whispers, holding out his hand. In the dim light of the moon, I see his clothes are tattered and in shreds. "I-I need... your help." His voice comes out pained and I release my defensive pose. I see a large, deep gash that's oozing crimson on his lower arm. I'm about to say something when he falls to the ground, passing out from blood loss.

I have to hurry. I don't want him to die, mostly because I refuse to have his death on my conscious. I quickly rip off a strip around the hem of my t-shirt and instantly wish I didn't. I hate showing a lot of skin but this man needs it. I take is cut open arm and wrap it up. I have to get him to a safer area before I can't sew up his wound. I pick him up and it's surprisingly easy, he's really light. I put his arm around my shoulders and drag him along with me, having to drop his body to stab the undead. I wander the streets and find a hole in a building that's about seven feet off the ground, perfect. I lift his body up and shove him up and into the hole, climbing in after him.

I lay him down in a comfortable position and he moves a little. I can tell he's waking up again. I slowly take off his mask, his eyes shoot open at that and he sits up. He tries to move away but puts his all his weight on his bad arm and falls back. I laugh at him. "Calm your tits bud," I say in my most non-threatening tone. "gimme your arm, I'll sew you up." He slowly hands me his arm and I yank on his causing him to curse. I laugh again. He lays down and I find a five-inch chuck of wood. I shove it into his mouth and he glares at me, confused as to why I did that. "Something for you to bite down onto. This might hurt a lot... and by might, I mean it will hurt tremendously."