The Origins of One-shots

The Trouble Insecurities Bring

Series - OriginZ

People - David, Lucas, Leo (Brandon)

Ship - No determined ships

Topic - Angst/ lil'  fluff
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  Dawn was far off, but still approaching, leaving the barn relatively dark as I opened my eyes. The sound of heavy breathing filled the space, reminding me as to where I was, and what I was doing.
  Right. Zombie apocalypse.
  I sat up, glancing around the room. David was a little further down, on my left. Leo was on my right. Both had their weapons against the wall closest to them.
  I stretched my arms above my head, yawning before gagging. Even if it wasn't all that bad, I could smell the alcohol in the air. No matter how many times I try to get down to the bottom of David's infinite supply, I can't find it. And no matter how many times I bring it up, he always lies.
Doesn't truly matter though.
  I quietly stood up, folding my sleeping bag and tucking it away into the corner. My knives were left a little bit away, the belt I sheath them in left piled underneath. After quickly buckling it on, I went down the ladders, making my way towards where I stash my rubber training knives. Carrying those towards the back of the barn, I dumped them into my bag, before slinging it over my shoulder.
  I glanced behind myself one more time to see if either of the two were following me. Once I was certain my coast was clear, I opened the door as quietly as possible, and made my way outside.
  Confident that the area was empty, I started out into the forest, and towards the edge of the forest.
  My destination? The city.

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It was silent on the outskirts of the ruined city. Lucas was traversing the buildings, looking for some small, easy to carry food and medical supplies. By now, the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, casting a decent enough light source for him to see by.
So far, he managed to find a few food items. Aside from that though, he was mainly taking out zombies, criticising himself and how he killed the walking dead.
He wouldn't admit it— not in a million years. But the way that the other two make fun of him and tease him, it makes him terribly insecure. Yes, it's the zombie apocalypse. He isn't supposed to care about that kind of stuff now, right? But he just couldn't help make it seem like a priority. Which explains as to why he's out here, alone. He needs to prove to himself that he's capable of doing things on his own.
  Which is a danger in and of itself.
He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing at his tired eyes with the heel of his hand. This has to have been going on for at least three or so weeks, and the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him. To be fair though, he never really could sleep to begin with.

  With the sun now casting its glare over the landscape, the zombies had gone into hiding, meaning that Lucas was out of moving targets. Of course, that's why he brought his training knives.
  Quickly swinging his bag over his shoulder, he pulled one out, testing its weight in his hand, making certain it was balanced. A habit he's developed. Never can be too certain.
  With a sigh, he started practicing his tosses as he walked. Bouncing the knives off the ground, window sills, tree trunks, all back to him. Not once did his throwing waver, not once did his knife go off course. But he never noticed this. Oh, no. He was just focused on fixing whatever was wrong with his ability to fight and survive on his own.
  Poor boy. If only he focused on enhancing his spatial awareness.

  Lucas's head perked up as he heard footsteps approaching him from behind. Quickly. Very quickly. Oh shit it's coming right at me—
  He barely had any time to spin around as a body slammed into him, knocking the air from his lungs. He dropped his backpack as he was slammed up against a wall, a hand latching onto the wrist that had instinctively switched the training knife for his real blade.
  He was pinned against the wall by his wrist, whoever's hand tightening its grip, forcing him to release the knife. His vision swirled as his head struck the bricks of the building, dazing him. Even so, his eyes could still make out the crazed grin from the face in front of him, the glint in the somewhat milky eyes.
  Its very rare for Lucas to feel this now that the apocalypse has come. But he was scared.
  The male holding him was giggling.