Zombie House ° BBS x Reader

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° Your POV °

     The happy moment was soon cut short with Vanoss saying, "I'm glad you're both fine, but we've got a situation." He pointed down to the gathering zombies around our house. They were banging against all the windows, doors, and walls.
      Evan began leading immediately. "Alright. Everyone done to the ground floor. We have to make sure they can't get in, and be prepared to stop them if they do." The boys began leaving the roof, but I was frozen. Every bad thought wad racing through my mind, until Brian grabbed my hand. "Listen," He began, putting my hand against his heart, so I could feel it beating, "I won't let anything happen to me, or you, or anymore. You feel it beating?" He asked. I nodded, "That's my promise to you." He promised while helping me through the window.
     We sprinted down to the bottom floor only to be met by Delirious at the stairs. Looking down I notice the zombies outside the windows. The scraping and pounding against the door and walls rang throughout my head. Get a hold of yourself. You can't hold the others back. "(y/n)? You okay?" Delirious asked, each word getting louder. I turn and smile sweetly, "Best as I can be."
     I walk down the stairs to see what everyone is working on. Luckily we don't have too many windows, just three on the same wall as the door. We had bookshelves, tables, and chairs piled up against the windows. We had the door bolted shut and a couch with a chair on top of it against it just in case.
     Tyler and Brian began brainstorming, determining which way was the most efficient and safest for our friends. I butted in, "Can't we open our smallest window? We can lure them to it and then kill them, since they can't easily get in through it if it isn't opened fully." Tyler ran up grabbed my face and excitedly kissed my forehead, "That's fecking perfect, (y/n)! Boys what are we waiting for?" He yelled. We all helped move furniture so we could more easily get to our smallest window, approximately ten feet from the door. Evan pushed it up two-thirds of the way. "Everyone ready?" He asked turned towards us, whispering. We all nodded, those of us who has knives got closer to the window for the opportunity to strike. "Three. Two." He began, then turned to the window and banged on it. "Dinners hot and ready, boys. Come and get it!"
     The zombies fled to the window, wishing for a mess up to happen and catch us. Ohm stepped up and began stabbing the heads of the ruthless beings, but they were coming too fast. He alone couldn't keep up. Their hands were getting closer and closer to scratching and grabbing him, so I began swinging. We soon got tired, after approximately 25 zombies came, but more were coming, so we stepped back and let the others handle it from there.
     Slowly but surely the boys took out all of the zombies surrounding our house close enough at the moment to hear us banging at the window to attract them. After a short break we decided to take inventory of our food, to see what we could have for rations. We had three days worth of decent meals, four if we were pushing it. With this information we decided we would need to make a grocery run. Thus the planning commenced.

° Notes °

Pictures above is the "Zombie Heart" cookies I made. Don't look the best, but I am proud of my creation.