Survey Corpse || Zombie Au Levi x Reader

1 | who are you?

Ok to get this started, I'm gonna have songs from the walking dead ost to go along with chapters. I feel like it will really set the mood lmao.

The rotten stench of death fills my nose, but I have to keep going. The sound of leaves and sticks crunch beneath my feet along the ground.

I've been alone for too long now. It almost felt as if really was the last person on Earth, but I know I'm not. I've had my own run in with people who will kill anything that moves.

That's why I try to stick to myself. When you're alone, there's no one who can betray you. The sound of something next to me alerts me to ready my bow to the target. A small white rabbit stares back. This is the first living thing I've seen in what's felt like years.

Part of me wants to let it go, but the pain in my stomach tells me other wise. I exhale and let the string release from my fingers, hitting the rabbit in it's right eye. A perfect kill. I grab my prey and put it in the ziplock bag I carry and put it in my backpack.

It's too dangerous to set up a fire here, since the walkers are attracted to the heat.

Its been around two years since the apocalypse has started. A drug called the Titan formula was released to the market that was supposed to make humans stronger for war. Little did they know it would also turn them to man eating savages. Sometime after it became airborne. Anyone who dies or was bit by the walkers was destined to become like them.

At first it was utter chaos, but those of us who are left fight to survive everyday. All laws on theft and murder are gone. Only the strongest can survive.

I manage to find an abandoned road in the middle of the Forrest. It lacked signs on where I am. When this first started I was in Seattle. Due to the scenery, I probably am still in the state or somewhere close.

After finally deciding on a direction, I start my walk. That's just how it was these days. Walking with no idea where you're headed. Only the hope of finding shelter and supplies.

After two hours of walking, I stumbled into an old gas station. I pull out my bow, incase any walkers decide to show up. I carefully enter and look around. Good, no sign of any walkers.

Quietly, I walk up each isle. I managed to find a pack of matches, a coke bottle, a can of beans, and a box of bandaids. I open my backpack and shove each of them in.

The sound of a gun clicking behind my head makes my stomach flip.

"Don't move," the deep voice says.

Shit. I slowly turn my head and meet with a pair of cold, steel eyes. He holds the pistol to the center of my forehead.

"Where's your weapon?," he asks.

I carefully move my bow and slide it to his feet.

"Is that all?"

"I-I have a knife in my bag as well," I manage to stutter out. All I could hear was him and the sound of my heart beating against my chest.

I look up to finally make eye contact. He has raven black hair and his thin lips hold a scowl. I look at his left arm and notice it loosely hanging to his side.

"Are- Are you hurt?," I ask.

"What?," he spits out.

"Your arm. It looks dislocated."

"Shit. What's it to you?!"

"I can fix it. I used to be an EMT before this all started. I also have food. Just... put the gun down."

I watch the hesitation in his face as he slowly lowers the gun. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Here. Follow me." I lead him to the counter and ask him to sit. He follows and does as told. "Can I take off your jacket?," I ask.

He stares at me cautiously before he lift his right arm for me to remove the leather clothing. Underneath he wore a red v neck T-shirt, black jeans, and boots.

I carefully lift his left arm and watch him wince. I reach my fingers up to his shoulder causing him to flinch away.

"I just need to double check if it's dislocated." His tongue kisses the back of his teeth and he scoots back towards my grasp. I gently massage the joint and notice the point of separation. "Ok this is going to hurt so I'm going to count to three."

"Just get it over with."

"Okay." I brace myself on his arm, ready to lodge the joint back into its socket. "1," before I say two I shove it back in.

"FUCK! What the hell happened to two and three?!," he shouts as he rubs his arm.

"Sorry, but if your stiff, it's a lot harder to get it back in. Can you move it for me?"

He carefully starts to rolls his arm.  I take off my  coat and rip the bottom of my shirt to make a long piece of fabric.

"What the hell are you doing?," he asks.

"I'm making you a sling. You need to be careful not to move it for a few days." I walk over and start to wrap the fabric around his neck, down to his arm. He turns his head to hide the pink blush coming to his face. "There! All done!"

"Thanks I guess," he mutters quietly.

"You're welcome!"

"Oi, brat! I have a group and we're in need of a medic. So... are you coming or what?", he asks.

"What?"

"Don't make me fucking repeat myself."

All this time, I'd been by myself. Is it really safe to go? Shit. What do I have to lose?