The Neighbors //Eddsworld x Fem! reader//

The Apocalypse

(A/n YO WHAT IS UP!!! You prolly all hate me for not updating, but I have a good reason! One being my English, math and health teachers have been bombing me with homework. Two my meets started for bowling and they take up all of my Saturday. I would write on Sundays, but I feel too tired and *cough* lazy *cough* and I have chores sometimes. Also I had too many ideas of where this story should go, and I have finally figured out what to write hope you all enjoy!!!)

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Where am I? What happened? Why is it so bright? I opened my eyes I was in a hospital room. The window curtains were open slightly allowing sun rays to bounce around the room. I turn my head to the right. There on the nightstand are wilted almost decaying flowers, a photo in a dark frame and what looks like deflated balloons. I pick up the picture frame to get a clearer look at it. The glass was cracked, but I could still see the picture perfectly. It was the guys and me from when we went to asdfland. I put the picture back and look at my legs under the sheets.
I uncover them and see large burn marks up and down both. I gently traced the deformed marks. How did this happen? As I was lost in my trance I hear a bang on the door. I look towards the door. Another bang rings through the room.
After a few minutes it stops. I put my hand to my head and comb through my hair. It's greasy and tangled in knots that would only come out if I cut them out. I sit up and unhook the machines I'm connected to. I turn my body so my legs are over the edge of the bed. I slowly set them down on the frozen floor. I step on one of the balloons making a crinkle sound. I lift myself up off the bed gripping the covers to keep me standing. once I'm able to stand well enough to walk, I make my way to the window and open the curtains. I stare at the deserted city. How long have I been in here?
I walk to the door and open it a crack. I look out and see.... ZOMBIES?! What the hell? I close the door slowly and quietly. How will I get out of here without being noticed? I put my back to the door and slide down, putting my head on my knees, covering my face with my arms. Now is not the time to freak out. You can do that later, but right now you have to think of a plan. I put my arms down and look around the room for anything to use as a weapon.
I notice something red to my left on one of the chairs. I stand leaning on the door for support. I slowly walk over to the chair looking at the red clothing. I pick it up, it carried an all to familiar smell of cigar smoke and gun powder. Tord's hoodie? I felt kind of heavy for a hoodie so I reach into the pocket to find a gun (whatever handheld gun you guys want idc) with a note neatly folded into a square. I sit in the chair and set the gun into the one next to it. I unfold the paper careful not to tear it by accident with my shaky hands.

Dear (Y/n),

Sorry about your house... Your probably wondering what the hell? Weeeellll about a month after we all had our little disagreements, and you didn't wake up, a zombie apocalypse broke out. I'm sorry I'm not able to be with you, visiting got too dangerous so I have left you with my spare hoodie and one of my precious children. There is also a duffle bag with more supplies under your bed. Try not to get yourself killed out there. We all miss you...

Sincerely your old friend, Tord
"Thank you Tord," I tried to say, but it only came out as a hoarse whisper. I look up from the letter in my hand to the bed. I spot the strap of the duffle bag poking out from under the bed. I pull the crimson hoodie over my head, and walk over pulling it out and opening it. There was food, water, ammo, clothes, bandages Tord really did load it with everything. I pull out the clothes which were (design your own apocalypse outfit time!!!). I took off Tord's hoodie and got dressed before pulling it on again. I shoved the hospital gown in the bag, hey you never know if it could help besides it doesn't weigh that much. I pull out some food and a water bottle since in fucking starving.
After I finished stuffing my face, I prepared for the outside world. I put the strap of the duffle bag over my head and picked up the gun from the chair checking if it was loaded or not because that would fucking suck if it wasn't, and I died. It was loaded though so it's all good. I walk toward the door and place my hand on the handle taking a deep breath in and out.

"Hang in there guys, I'll be with you soon..."