The Walking Dead
Your meat is torn apart. Hot blood comes splattering out. You're gasping, wheezing for air. Ripping and tearing, bones and muscle completely destroyed. Consciousness starts to fade. The smell of iron is enough to make you choke. And then, your body becomes nothing more than a lump of meat.

Zombie!OC blog
Indie // NSFW // Gore

rue-ins:

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"Well then, lets make this easier for the both of us—"

"What kind of books do you enjoy? Any specific authors or genres?" Isis began to question the new customer. "We have books on almost everything; and if not, we probably have books similar to it."

Too many questions were being fired in his direction. He had definitely made a mistake somewhere. He shouldn’t have tried this. He wasn’t like these other people who could interact freely. Nearly shivering in fear, the zombie took a step back.

"I-I think I made a mistake…." he said lowly.

bluemysteries:

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      Oddly enough, her first impulse is to toss some of the dough in her hands at him, but in an act of surprising restraint, she manages not to, only leans forward slightly, her chin almost resting on the bar separating the two of them. Her expression is an odd mixture of reassurance and calm, as if she’s used to this happening, and in reality she is, just not used to seeing someone who looks so ill. Looking back at her dough, she smiles softly, calmly, as if she’s talking to a doe instead of a boy.

       ”You know, you don’t have to look so panicked, the doors are open for a reason.”

   Kamikaze felt like he could be sick. He never felt suck terrifying fear before. He couldn’t even move. This phobia of others had left him immobile. He had absolutely no reason to fear her as she did nothing wrong him. If anything, she should be cautious of him as he had been the one to walk into her home unannounced. But he would never think about harming another. At least, not intentionally. He barely hides his flinch when she smiles. Too bright. He looks on in confusion.

         "Reason…?" he muttered.

     Do zombies get sick? He didn’t know. He still didn’t know how to “be” a zombie.

iraescriptum:

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Nico’s attention had been focused on the book she read as she walked, though she had been finding it quite dull. Maybe it was because she had read it countless times before, and it wasn’t one of her favorites. Her legs came to a stop when her ears had picked up another person’s voice. Her brows furrowed in confusion and she turned her head, her gaze drifting to the man. “Ah…hello?”

Flinching when the female finally turned around, Kamikaze briefly forgot on why he had stopped the female. People…he was never that good with them, was he? He immediately thought of the worst whenever he associated himself with them. They could try to hurt him in some way. A part of him panicked every time it happened. He swallowed the boulder in his throat. “A-ah…m-money…” He said as he held out the money.

(Source: spoiledflesh)

bluemysteries:

spoiledflesh smelled gas

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      Blue’s used to people wandering into her house unannounced, it’s one of the side effects of having your entire house wide open, all the doors open with only a screen door in the way, all the windows open with the same situation. But, never before has someone who looks like they’re on the brink of death wandered in before.

             ”I— are you alright?”

  Kamikaze was usually so careful when it came to others. He hated too much contact. He would generally avoid it when he could. But sometimes, his mind just became so scattered that he wouldn’t notice things until it was too late. Crimson eyes widened when he found himself in the middle of someone else’s home. Feeling his lungs constrict in the usual fashion of a near panic attack, the zombie took a few steps away in pure fright.

         "I—I….I—"

childlikeinnocences:

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⊰ ♞ ⊱ Adam had tried to help a lot of people. The little girl on his back was one of them, who he tried to protect every single day. And now he wanted to help this man. Adam smiled, to reassure him that it was alright and to make him a bit less nervous. "Keep it. I insist. You can put it to better use that me, really." When the other didn’t take back his hand, Adam shifted Jay’s weight to one of his hands so that he could lightly push the other’s hand back. He noticed the flinch, and felt even worse about pointing his outfit out, and his way of phrasing it. "Are you sure? It’s supposed to get a lot colder tonight. Almost twenty degrees below. I could give you a jacket or something to keep you warm, or something.." Shifting a bit more so that he could hold Jay with both hands, Adam smiled again. He wanted to help the other, but he couldn’t stand here and let Jay sleep in his arms forever. She’d definitely get a cold that way, and so would the stranger.

Fighting the strong urge to simply drop the money and run away, Kamikaze stared at the male. He didn’t understand. Acts of random kindness like this tended to leave him as a suspicious being. Why be nice to him? What did they get out of it? It may be a bit silly, but the male honestly thought that the only reason anyone would be nice to him would be to eventually be horrible to him. He withheld his hand, if only to make sure that the other wasn’t too close. If he wouldn’t take the money, Kamikaze had no other choice, right? "….T-thank you…" he said in a low tone. With nothing else to do, he placed the money in the pocket of his bottoms slowly. He would have walked away then, if the other hadn’t decided to be even more nice. "B-but, ah…I think it’s better for you to get home…especially with the child."

(Source: spoiledflesh)

childlikeinnocences:

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⊰ ♞ ⊱ Adam had been too busy carrying a sleeping Jay on his back to notice that he had dropped anything. However, when the other male walked up to him and spoke, he turned and realized just what he had dropped. Or if it had been stolen, he was happy to have it returned. "Ah thank you… But, uh, keep it." He saw the state the other was in, and felt a bit bad. He thought about offering their bath so he could clean himself up a bit, and maybe eat something, but didn’t know how to say it. "Don’t those clothes make you cold? I think I have something to make you warmer at my apartment, if you want it…" Nice, Adam.

Someone with a child…Usually Kamikaze kept a wide berth.when dealing with people like this and they tended to do the same, not wishing to speak with the homeless, strange looking male. And it was…special to have kids, he didn’t want to cause any problems with them. Even if the zombie didn’t see himself losing control soon, he wasn’t going to risk it. Kamikaze stiffened at the other’s words, awkwardly holding out the money still. “Ah…n-nnn, I—” What would he do with it? He was too much of a coward to actually go into shops with the people who cut the corner of their eyes when looking at him. He even flinched when the other begin to talk about his appearance. The male shuffled uncomfortably. "I-it’s…o-okay…I’m not cold…"

(Source: spoiledflesh)