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Apocalypse {Tyler x Reader}

#blacklivesmatter

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I limp in this barren landscape. Nobody's around besides me and my shotgun. The zombie apocalypse started three years ago, a simple virus mutated and spread quickly. Now if you're bitten by a zombie, that's your fate. A fate worse then death in my opinion. I'm surprised I've lived this long on my own. I used to run with my friend (F/n) until they were bitten, and I had to....I had hurt my leg in my last encounter with a pack of zombies. Got a deep cut on a tree root while running. I'm looking for an abandoned convenience store to find medical supplies, assuming it hasn't already been looted. After traveling a few miles I'm lucky to find one. As I get closer, I see an old busted up van. I'm on immediate alert. I ready my gun, and go to scout the place. One might think the idea of more people is good, but you'd be surprised how messed up people can be. Or if they're still people at all.

Crouching low, I get close to the front windows and look inside. I see a small group of three men and two women. They appear to be calm yet alert. I see one of the women wrapping gauze around a man's bleeding arm. I look for signs of hostility, finding none other then a few guns. I decide it's not worth getting involved with them, especially since they probably used all the supplies anyways, and am about to turn away. Except the tallest guy spots me through the window. My eyes widen in alarm, and I make a run for it. I don't get far considering my bad leg. I'm grabbed from behind. "Shit! Let me go!" I struggle in the persons strong grip, using the butt of my gun and shoving it into the person. They drop me, grunting in pain as I continue. "Wait, Stop! You're hurt." The distorted voice calls. I stop, and turn back. The person I hit was the tall guy that saw me. "What's it to you?" I growl in defense. The other four people are standing by the door.

"We can help. If you lower the gun." He adds, standing straighter. "How do I know I can trust you?" I snap, keeping the gun pointed. "Well how do we know we can trust you?" "It's five against one here. I think I'm in more danger." "Fair enough, but-" "Tyler who is this?" The one who now has gauze around his arm asks as he rushes to 'Tylers' side. He gives me a wary look. "We're you bitten?" I ask harshly, referring to the wound. "No. I just got cut. What about you?" "Cut on a root." He simply nods. "Will you lower the gun, and let us help?" Tyler asks. I lower the gun. "I'll just get what I need and move on. I swear." They let me walk past them and towards the store. I nod at the other three, and walk inside, immediately going for any kind of antibiotic and bandages.

"Damn." I mutter. My jeans are ripped, and I have to rip it more (since I'm not alone) to clean the wound. I make a mental note to look for a needle and thread after I clean this cut. I hear the two guys from earlier talking in a hushed manner. "Mark, we can't just leave her here. She's clearly alone." "Tyler, I'm not risking it. We don't know where that wound actually came from. She could have been bitten! I don't want to leave her anymore then you do, but we can't risk the people back at camp." I decide to intervene. "You guys should talk quieter. Anyone could hear you." I call to them, not looking up from my leg as I finish wrapping it. "And thank for trying, Tyler, but I don't do group or make ties with people. I ant get close to people anymore." I mumble the last sentence. If they heard, they don't show any signs of it. Until 'Mark' says, "Why?"

"Mind yo business, David." I yell in a joking tone, hiding the pain laced in my voice. "Mark." He corrects, seemingly having a change of heart. "This is Tyler. The others are Ethan, Amy, and Kathryn." "(Y/n)." I introduce. "What are you doing alone? Most people tried to stay in groups." Tyler asks. "I said mind yo business." I snap. It's silent for a few moments. "I traveled with my best friend before she...she was bitten about a year ago. I think...I can't really tell anymore. I had to...well you get it." I say quietly. I flinch when I feel a hand on my shoulder. It's Tyler. He retracts his hand slightly to which I pit my hand on top of his. He smiles a little at this, which I find kinda cute. "Well I'm sorry you had to go through that, but it's really not safe alone. Why don't you come back to our camp with us?" Mark suggests. "You should really think about it. It's nice to have people that have your back." Tyler adds. "We'll give you a minute. We're gathering supplies." Tyler says before they go back to their group.