AU Sans X Reader One-shots

Survivor G x Injured Reader

Well, it's officially October. Y'all know what that means. Time for some spooky, scary stories.

To start off I'm doing a zombie apocalypse themed one-shot. So yes, there is gore and such. I can't help it, I live for stuff like this.

Also, requests may not be back open, butttttttt, I would appreciate some of you giving me some horror related tropes, like the living dead, dark magic, etc.

Also, 100th story, I hope I can make it a good one.

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(Warning: Language and gore)

"No, no, please no!"

You just had to get curious and see if any food was left in the abandoned drug store.

You figured it was a safe place from the hoards of bloodthirsty corpses outside. You'd be fine, right?

You couldn't have been more wrong.

You were throwing whatever you could fine into your bag when you heard shuffling from a corner of the room.

You flinched and quietly snuck over. Maybe it was another survivor?

That idea quickly went out the smashed window when the creature quickly emerged from the shadows to be one of the undead.

You ran behind a shelf, of course it had already seen you. You tried to push the shelf over to attempt to slow it down, you didn't have the energy to do so however.

So you were stuck, either die to a single zombie or try to run outside to the millions of them.

It backed you into a corner. It was so close you could see every bit of decaying flesh and oozing black blood.

You covered your face as to not witness it tearing into you, yet the expected bite never came.

You looked up to see the zombie distracted by someone else. It quickly turned back to you however and as soon as it got close, it's skull was shattered by a large, barbed wire wrapped, baseball bat.

Some of the splattered blood landed on you, which burned. You had learned that zombie blood was like acid on human skin. It didn't leave a mark but you would definitely feel it for a couple hours.

"You ok, doll?"

You looked over to the source of the voice to find a tall, slightly bloody, skeleton. Which you feared momentarily as you had seen many zombies who had lost a majority of flesh, resembling skeletons.

"Y-yeah, I think so."

You attempted to stand, quickly falling back down. You had badly twisted your ankle, not noticing due to your adrenaline.

He walked over and slung your arm over his shoulder to help you up.

"Come on, we need to get out of here now, if that bastard found a way in, the others will too."

You tried your best to keep up with him, which was difficult, you were tired, weak and injured.

Luckily he soon kicked open a gate, getting you inside and locking it. You noticed the gate and surrounding fence was covered in barb wire and other sharp objects.

It was also blocked off on top so the zombies had no way of climbing over it. This guy must really know what he's doing.

You were led to a quite normal looking house, well apart from several severed limbs from the, now dead, undead. Many blood splatters as well.