Vulgar and the Beast - Auggie - Wattpad

Story cover for Vulgar and the Beast by NationalityFluid

Vulgar and the Beast

NationalityFluid

Reads 3
Votes 1
Parts 1
Time 5m

Reads 3
Votes 1
Parts 1
Time 5m

NationalityFluid

scifi youngadult zombiesurvival

My name is Lore, and my friends are all dead.
It sounds stupid, I know. Crazy even. How do I manage if I don't have anyone to talk to?
And maybe it's not completely true. I have Haworthe, and she's plenty cool for an asshole.
Kind of like a friend, one might say, if friendship revolved around absolutely hating one another and only being together because it's the only way to survive out here.All Rights Reserved

scifi youngadult zombiesurvival

Table of contents

One
Sun, Dec 31, 2017

1 part

One
Sun, Dec 31, 2017

Sign up to add Vulgar and the Beast to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

The Boss Is Dead by sadhvipharasi

All Sarah wanted was a cry in private after her wedding was called off. Instead, she finds her co-worker rising from the bathroom stall - with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. ~~~ Sarah had locked herself in the office bathroom, sobbing after her fiancé, Mark called off the wedding. Through her tears, she heard strange groans coming from the next stall. "Ugh, someone has food poisoning," she thought. But when the stall door swung open, the slouched figure that emerged was not sick-it was dead, with lifeless eyes and decaying flesh. Sarah opened her mouth to scream just as the infected co-worker lunged at her. She was trapped, as the entire office went into lockdown due to a zombie outbreak. There would be no easy escape from the horror that was breaking out in Manhattan.

Don't Talk To Anyone | BOOK 2 by honeywriitings

(Sequel to Don't Talk To Strangers) It's been a couple months since the zombies had vanished. No more zombies. No more killings. And no more bad people. So they thought... Life is good, until something seems- out of place. Maybe it's a change in the weather or thickness of the air. Or it could be the electronic buzzing noise keeping them awake at night. The gang is suspicious, but nothing peaks their interests until one of them comes home infected. It's only a matter of time until the infection spreads around the rest of their body. It's a race against the clock to help them survive. Because the friends can't part with their own. They're family. And losing another person amongst the world is too much to handle. But if adding in revengeful ex-friends, hot summers, babies AND more zombies to the mix is what it takes to finally make these kids give up, congratulations. You got your wish. Not everyone is as strong as they want to be. Will they make it or break it?

Beginnings: A Story of Survival by thomilynn

What would really happen? The end of the world, roving groups of mercinaries, creatures pretending to be people. The end is filled with terror and death. Could love sprout? Can true love withstand the end? What happens when the people you love, die? The end comes. There is no stopping it. "It's happening, isn't it? The end of the world?" He asks, his voice full of hidden fear. "Yes. Now, get ready." I say softly. --------------- Trigger Warning: Child Death, Attempted Suicide, Traumatic

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

emo/mute girl by lonewolf154

i am the girl that has no friends, that gets picked on, that hasnt talked. i am considered an emo freak or a loser. i dont really care. i am fine without friends. my mother is gone and my dad is abusive and doesnt give a shit if i was found dead. but that is normal in my life. i wont talk to anyone and hopefully they will stop talking to me.

Ended by DecrepitSoul

I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

Don't Talk To Me | BOOK 3 by honeywriitings

(Prequel to Don't Talk To Anyone) 18 years. Since the world turned black. Since zombies took over the world, infected the cities... and took the lives of those who are innocent. Things have turned bad. Life has gone back to being scary. Everyone is fighting for their life. Food supply is gone, crops are drying and everywhere they turn, there seems to be a new threat. 19 year old Riley and his best friend Gage were born in the midst of the apocalypse, growing up with nothing but terror. All they know is how to run. And that's what they do. Run. - completed

Zombie Diary by VocaloidCraze89

Okay so, I guess the first thing for me to do is introduce myself...although you're an in adamant object so that's kinda weird I guess? Either way; my name is Akela Sutton and starting today you are my new Diary. I finished filling out my older diary two weeks ago; so you came just in time, I'm glad I have you. ---- Teenage life is hard, teenage life in a post-apocaliptic world is considerably harder. Who are you meant to trust? Friends? Family? Its certainly not the undead. Trigger warning: this story contains swearing , violence, gore and mature themes. (This is my original story and the art work is done by my friend Rosedraws092 check her out on Facebook and Instagram) *Under heavy editing*

Runaway - A Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader by Ihav3ob3ssions

You, Y/N L/N are 16 and are trying your hardest to live on your own since the apocalypse started. You never really had a group because your parents died once the apocalypse started so you've always been alone until one day.. I DONT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS BIT MINE(Y/N) and some other character i made up, forgot his name.

Just Okay by kittenite_

We've all been through ups and downs in life and not all of us can speak our minds. I'm not the kind of person that can just talk to anyone about my thoughts and problems. No I can't talk to anyone because no one knows what's going on in my life. I've tried talking to people but it just seems impossible for them to understand. My life isn't completely shit, but it's close. It's not the people in my life, it's not the things they do, it's just me and my mind.

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

The Boss Is Dead cover

Don't Talk To Anyone | BOOK 2 cover

Beginnings: A Story of Survival cover

The experiment. cover

emo/mute girl cover

Don't Talk To Me | BOOK 3 cover

Zombie Diary cover

Runaway - A Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader cover

Just Okay cover

The Boss Is Dead

All Sarah wanted was a cry in private after her wedding was called off. Instead, she finds her co-worker rising from the bathroom stall - with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. ~~~ Sarah had locked herself in the office bathroom, sobbing after her fiancé, Mark called off the wedding. Through her tears, she heard strange groans coming from the next stall. "Ugh, someone has food poisoning," she thought. But when the stall door swung open, the slouched figure that emerged was not sick-it was dead, with lifeless eyes and decaying flesh. Sarah opened her mouth to scream just as the infected co-worker lunged at her. She was trapped, as the entire office went into lockdown due to a zombie outbreak. There would be no easy escape from the horror that was breaking out in Manhattan.