Hercules ran as fast as he little feet could carry him, the ear piercing screams and cries, drowned out by the blood that flowed up through his lungs and throat, guzzling down his chin and onto the beasts that torn out his organs and guts. He ran, tears flooding his vision and blurring everything around him, he couldn't do anything but picture Washington and Martha, and the baby, they would have lived a happy life if it wasn't for this apocalypse.
Hercules would still be with his mother and possibly his little brother but no, she got sick, the baby turned and at his mother from the inside out. Hercules ran until he couldn't keep up with himself, his knees gave out and he tumbled down onto the cement, smacking against it. He was instantly flooded by memories of that day, Lafayette picking him up and comforting him as he cried onto his shoulder. But he was alone now, Washington was dead, Lafayette was probably dead and the Philip (The baby) must be as well.
His knees was bloody and there was tears streaming down his face, his heart was shattering and everything was silent, he couldn't move at this point. He curled up and sobbed into his hands, his body shaking. He sobbed and cried for god knows how long until he heard those terrifying groans and cries from the dead ones.
Hercules didn't flinch, he just laid there and let himself shut down, basically commuting suicide by letting those things tear him apart. However hercules flinched and curled up into a tighter ball, letting out a short sob when he heard several gun shots around him. He heard a boy yelling but it was muffled, he couldn't understand a word said. He felt arms wrap around his waist pulling him up, hercules didn't bother to fight against the stranger, he couldn't, he was hoping they would just take him and kill him, his mind was numb and soon enough he felt himself slowly drifting off and eventually he fainted, layng limp in the strangers arms.
*Lafs POV*
"LET GO OF ME" The french man screamed as he listened to the small baby cry and squeal, warm tears was streaming down his cheeks as he struggled against their arms, he had been shot by a stranger after they was attacked by the mob of walkers, blood gushing out of the open wound. He didn't know who these people were but they saved him, Washington, Hercules and the baby from the people who was shooting at them. They had Lafayette held down as they cleaned his wound, his vision was spotty but he could tell that there was a tall man in some kind of red jacket holding the baby, and two people above him, another one across the room, his leg was stinging and throbbing, and his heart rate was up. "Jake shut that baby up please!" One woman yelled, she wasn't above lafayette tho so there must be a lot of them, he didn't know what to do other then let the strangers tend to his wound.
Not much later Laf didn't have any energy and they had finish bandaging him, he didn't know where he was now, the room was a light brown and there was a small basket on the table with the small baby in it sleeping soundly, he must have blacked out while they were bandaging and moving him out of the woods. Lafayette coughed and slowly sat up, his whole body aching, it had been a while since he was in an actual bed, it felt...nice. Lafayette had completely forgotten about Hercules and Washington, he let his body lean into the soft bedding and his head lay on the pillow, he pulled the blanket up on him a bit and finally closed hims eyes, letting himself rest.
His peaceful rest was cut off by the sound of the door opening, he instantly shot up and kicked his legs around the bed, he pushed himself off but was met with an unexpected thumble onto the ground, he let out a pitiful cry as he landed on the hardwood floor with a small 'thud!' instantly catching the person who was coming insides attention. They rushed over and carefully pulled lafayette up, switching him around so his upper torso was laying on their knees. "Please be careful kid you cant be standing up like that" The male said in a slightly soft voice, but it was annoying aswell, he was obviously a teenager. Lafayette didnt bother to squirm away from him, he sighed and looked down at his leg, a small blood spot on the outside of his bandage.
"Where am i?" The french boy asked simply, his eyes traveling down his messy pants to the large blood stain on his pants where the blood had seeped through the bandage, he didn't even remember getting shot in the leg until the stranger had taken him, he couldn't remember what happened to Hercules and Washington either. "You're at our community, were called the bmc's and we take people in who need help" The male said as he slowly sat up, pulling the small boy up with him, Laf had to lean on him for support as they stood. "Im Jeremy, and you are..?" The boy raised a brow, moving his hands under Lafs shoulders to hold him up easier.
"You can call me Lafayette" Laf breathed, glancing over at the basket to the baby, he smiled softly, they had been through far too much, maybe this was the break they needed. "Okay Laf, ill make sure to keep very good care of the baby, lets go out and meet everyone okay?" Jeremy questioned, moving his hand down and intertwining it with the smaller boys fingers. "Right.." Laf mumbled as he was lead out of the room, he was always cautious about things like this but he couldn't help but to let his guard down, he felt so safe. As they approached the door, lafs anxiety only grew, it was completely silent outside of the house. Jeremy reached up and pulled the door open for Laf to see outside, the french boys eyes widened as he held tightly onto Jeremys hand, his eyes traveling over the area.
"Oh my god.." He whispered in shock.
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FanfictionHercules and Lafayette were both survivors of the zombie apocalypse, as children they lived in the same camp together with their parents until they were attacked. Lafayette and Hercules try to survive together as small children but we're eventuall...
