Jack x Reader One-Shots/Trilogies

Zombie Apocalypse (AU; Alex Calvert)

I will be writing more alternate universe chapters! Some of these chapters will either be with Alex or Jack.

I hope you enjoy ~

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Ten weeks. It has been ten weeks since the out break. I watched my own family's lives being taken, while I've done nothing. I couldn't do anything. I was bound and tossed in a corner by a group of men. The apocalypse divided humans among other humans. They slit my parents throat and took everything we owned. Luckily they didn't get to my brother, but the walkers did. I had nothing. It was a miracle I escaped from their grip, if I hadn't there's no doubt I'd be dead. Or worse, a walker.

Since the outbreak I've survived by taking a car to the country. The country was my best shot since there were no cities. I've been staying in a particular house since then but I soon had to leave since I've used all it's resources.

"Fuck." I sighed, tossing an empty tin can over my shoulder.

There wasn't much food here when I arrived, and I assumed it was just because the previous owners took as much as they could and left.

I set out the food and weapons I had to leave for the road, and sighed in disappointment.

"A hunting knife, a gun with NO ammo, a quarter filled water bottle, along with a half eaten granola bar. Cool I'll last not even a week." I said to myself.

I started packing up what I had in my backpack when I heard a banging sound on the front door. I took out my knife and slowly made my way to the window. I looked outside and saw it was just a walker. It must have heard me.

"Poor son of a bitch." I sighed, putting the knife in it's holster.

I put my backpack on and walked to the door, kicking it open. With the walker on the ground I got on top of it and stabbed it in the eye. It was still alive.

"Shit!" I yanked the knife out and continued to stab it over and over again until I saw results.

I got off the rotting body of what once was a man and searched it's pockets for anything. I didn't find anything but it's wallet. I flipped it open and read his name along with other details.

Name: Michael Burns
Age: 18
Sex: M

"Sad." I sighed, tossing it onto his corpse.

I got up and brushed the dirt off my black skinny jeans. Looking around, I decided to head South because I knew a small town was up there. I normally avoid cities and town but I was desperate. I looked up at the sky and noticed it was going to be dark soon so if I'm leaving, I better do it now. I gripped my backpack strap and began to walk.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cursed to myself, as I was sprinting past walkers near me.

Over a dozen walkers were behind me and I was scolding myself for coming here.

"Real smart Y/n, deciding to come here so soon. Thinking oh maybe the walkers cleared up and wandered somewhere else." I said, mocking myself.

I saw a diner ahead and sprinted to it. I forced open the door and threw myself inside, locking it behind me. I slid my back down it and took a second to catch my breath.

"H-how am I not dead yet?" I asked, panting like a dog.

I got up and placed my backpack on a booth table. There were not walkers in here luckily, but there were rotting corpses. I walked up to one examining the body. The stench was terrible I thought I was going to throw up. It had nothing in it's pockets disappointingly, though I noticed this person never turned. They died human. I examined a gunshot in their head which nearly made me paralyzed. Who the fuck is killing people? I need to leave this place, and quick.