Morus (philza x male reader)
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Moros /ˈmɔːrɒs/ or Morus /ˈmɔːrəs/ (Ancient Greek: Μόρος means 'doom, fate') is the 'hateful' personified spirit of impending doom, who drives mortals to their deadly fate.
(Zombie apocalypse au :] small snipit)
Trusting anyone in this shitshow of an apocalypse is the easiest way to get yourself killed.
That's the number one rule I have. I've stuck to it for about 2 years in this apocalypse. I stuck with people for a few years before then, but they all ended with most people in the group dead. This apocalypse has been going on for about 5 years. In that time, people had made civilizations, made weapons, traded, and even had children. I have spent most of it keeping myself safe and making shelter. I live in a small cabin, about 30 minutes horse back from a neighboring town, I sometimes head there to trade and buy stuff. I've been living here alone for about a year, and nothing except a few zombies and animals have ever been around.
BANG BANG BANG
My head shot up from my book as I rose to my feet, tumbling to grab my Spear as I rushed to the door. I quickly looked through the peep hole to see a man and two children, one who was at his side crying and tightly gripping onto him. They were wearing a beanie and a long red skirt. The other was lying in the man's hands bullet wounds in his legs and cuts on his face. I quickly opened the door, ushering them inside.
"Lie them down on the table," I spoke, rushing to grab bandages and anything that could be of use. The man lifted his kid onto my wooden table. I quickly rushed back over and quickly shoved a healing pot into the man's hand. "Help me apply it." I spoke firmly, determination rushing over me. He nodded.
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