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[rennorthernlights]

The World We Knew Masterlist

A year ago you were working on your finals for being a certified nurse. Now you’re too busy trying to not become a zombies next Big Mac. Life has a funny way of shitting on your food doesn’t it?

At least the radio you found works as a diary. Can’t help it if you feel a lil insane that the only voice you hear is your own… until one day it isn’t.

Why the fuck is there a Scottish man and a British man speaking on the radio in bum-fuck no where Texas???

Warnings For This Series: Zombies, Depictions Of Zombies Eating Humans, Kidnapping, Abuse, Abuse Towards Men, Abuse Towards Woman, Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/References Non-Con, Gore, Blood, Guns, Knives, Death, Minor Character Death, Fire, Cannibalism, Non-Con Cannibalism| Reader Had No Knowledge That She Partook In Cannibalism, Religious Symbolism, Bad Religious Views, I Will Be Adding More When Needed

Chapter 1: Radioheart

Chapter 2: Take a Trip Down The Lane

Chapter 3: Past Catching Up

Chapter 4: Snakes in The Garden

Chapter 5: The Catalyst on The Dinner Plate

Chapter 6: The Timing of Violence

Chapter 7: The Nights Eve

Chapter 8: Your Loving Arms

Chapter 9: Keep Me From Harm

Chapter 10: Fire and Smoke

Chapter 11: Cathedral Glass

[rennorthernlights]

The World We Knew

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3: Past Catching Up, Chapter 4

Warnings: Zombie death, description of a child zombie, you unaliving zombies, violence and violence against our girl, Tell Me If I Miss Any

October-ish, 2023. Time??? Location: outskirts of Houston

It’s been a couple days since she last talked to Static and Electricity. Much to their worry but she told them. “I’m gonna be on the move for a couple days and I’ll need it to be quiet. I promise after 3 days I’ll contact you again.” To which Static made her triple-dog swear as she laughed at him being childish about her swearing to him. To which Electricity remarked that they were being extra serious even though his tone was playful. They also swore they’d come for her if anything bad happens to her. Nothing could go more wrong than a zombie virus… right?

“Just my fucking luck.” She sighs heavily as she wipes her sweat. Packs of zombies roaming the streets and on top of that she’s running out of food preserves. “I should’ve saved them raviolis…” her stomach grumbling as she presses her back against a brick wall of the library. God what she would give to read a hard back book again. Grumbling to herself about how she almost finished the Percy Jackson series.

Her thoughts momentarily stopped when she hears the groans of the dead and that’s her cue to get a move on. Carefully looking around and noticing how run down most of it is. Most likely when the virus really took hold of this town it became a buffet. Considering the dried bloody marks on the streets, broken windows, ripped doors, “Jesus,” she murmurs as she ducks behind a car.

A rasping growl snaps her attention as a lil kid stumbles and twitches down the sidewalk. Eyes milky and searching aimlessly, half their face bitten into that she can see the inside of their mouth. She shivers as she moves her rifle to the side and grabs her knife.

She’s noticed that the Z’s don’t see that well. They rely more on their other senses which normally isn’t a problem for her. But… she doesn’t like being out in the open like this. Usually she’d be in a building by now but most have broken down doors. Not safe enough. Maybe she should go find an office building.

She pauses and grumbles lowly “Okay maybe I am predictable.” Snorting as she thinks back to what Electricity was saying and the kid snaps their head towards the noise she made.

“Shit.”

The kid runs limply at her, their blood encrusted nails reaching out to swipe at her as she steps back. Her back against the abandoned car as she waits for the kid to get closer. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs as she kicks her boot against the kids stomach. The dead kid falls down and she’s quick to get on top and stab her knife into the kids head. The kid shakes on the ground for maybe a second before stilling. Her eyes soften as she breathes out slowly. Kneeling down and closing the kids eyes, “I’m sorry you got turned kid… I hope you can rest easier now.” Wiping the blood of the kids from her knife on the kids pants.

Standing back up and dusting herself off as she looks to her side when suddenly she hears a massive BOOM!! The sound making some of the cars blare their emergency sound.

“Fatherfucker!” She yells as another explosion goes off. The sounds riling up every zombie in the area their snarls heard as they immediately start searching in a frenzy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she curses as she runs towards a building. Artys Arts and Crafts is what she barely saw before she runs in. Ducking behind the shelves as she almost didn’t see the 4 zombies in the room. She stills fast as her eyes widen. Her hand slamming against her mouth as she tries to control her breathing.

They groan and shove against the wall to get to the noise. Mindlessly moving and twitching at every sound. Yells are heard outside and whoever is out there is just attracting more and more attention. She knows she can’t just stay here unless she clears the building. At least the noise will make it easier for her to work around getting to them one by one.

Moving to the one that’s closest she slams the sharp point of her knife to the skull. Pulling her arm back as the sound of the body falling alerts the other 3. Their heads twisting towards the sound. Their arms reaching out as she ducks under one’s arm. Swiping a leg causing that one to fall. Sheathing her knife and grabbing her bat that’s attached to the strap of her backpack. She knows she’ll need range considering the three are coming at her. She can’t risk a bullet or the noise that comes with a bullet.

Yanking her bat free and swinging it hard at the small one that runs to her. “Asshole!” Slamming the bat on head like she would a baseball. Kicking at it as zombie doesn’t go down with that hit. It snarls at her and she pulls back and swings— THUNK!! She has to run back as the other one tries to lunge at her. She curses as it almost grabs her ankle. It crawls on the ground and she stomps her boot on it’s face. She repeats that again as she tries to keep and eye on the fourth that’s staggering to her slamming her bat down on the zombie and once satisfied she pays attention to the last one.

“3 down.” She murmurs as the last one swipes at her. Their veiny hands grasping at her bat and she yells as it snaps it’s teeth towards her. She jerks her bat back making it lean forward and punches the zombie. It lets go of her bat and she slams her bat upwards with her right hand gripping the handle. Breaking the jaw of the zombie as she wails on it again and again once it stumbles to the ground. Swiping her bat to the side to force the black blood off. Walking back to the other three, slamming the blunt of the bat against their heads to make sure they’re dead before she starts checking the rooms.

“Corners and windows.” She murmurs as she checks. Thankfully it’s clear. With a heavy sigh she sits on the table in what looks like the breakroom. She already has the door shut and barricaded. “Those four must’ve been a group.” She notices as some moldy food and wrappers are thrown haphazardly on the floor. Water bottles, some snacks, and some unused toiletries, “Thank god,” she laughs as she sits in the corner. Grabbing her backpack and pulling out a granola bar. Another explosion goes off and she flinches. More noises outside and it might be a fight that’s going off.

“Rival gangs probably,” she’s seen her fair share of warring gangs. Territory claims and all that jazz. “I’ve never been caught in the crossfire of it.” She huffs out as she munches. She pulls her backpack to her. “It’s been longer than 3 days…” she swallows thickly as she knows she’ll get an earful from the guys. Taking time to count and she realizes that it’s been 5 days in total… sighing, “let’s hope they won’t be mad.

Unknown to her as someone watches her closely through the scope of their rifle. Watching as she sits completely unaware that she’s being watched. “Well, well, well,” A grin stretching back as they mark where she is on the map before taking off. “He’s gonna love this.”

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“It’s been 5 days!” Soap yells as he hovers over the radio. He and Gaz have been more stressed the last two days. “She said 3. What if she’s hurt or worse?!” His hand slams on the wall of the room he that everyone is hunkering in.

“That’s not helpin, Johnny.” Ghost snaps as his arms are crossed over his chest. Everyone’s been on edge since their girl hasn’t been talking on the radio. It’s become increasingly harder to deal with Soap’s outbursts and Gaz’s quiet glares and clenched hands. “She’s probably trying to get somewhere safe.”

He paces back and forth muttering words in Gaelic and he glared when Ghost tells him to speak English. “And that’s the problem! We told’er to tell us when she needed help!” The Scott growls out in frustration. Eyeing Gaz as he keeps staring at the radio. His thick hands gripping it as he mutters something. “What was that?” Soaps eyes narrows.

“I said..” Gaz flickers to him hesitantly. Biting his lip before he lets out a shaky response. “I said… She might not be al-“

“Don’t!”

“Johnny there’s a very real possibility that she mi-“

“Kyle.” Price cuts through the tension when he sees the radio’s dot blinking. “Look,” He says and Kyle immediately looks at it. His heart pounding as it buzzes.

“..yone hear me? Static? Electricity? Hello?” She calls out through the line. She sounds nervous and scared. Ghost and Price share a glance as they catch the tone of her voice.

“Sunshine? Hey, hey, it’s me,” he speaks back urgently. “We thought… god, love, we thought you were hurt or worse!”

“I… I know, I’m sorry. Is Static okay?” She asks and god love her Soap stumbles to him and he answers quickly. His hand on Kyle’s back as he unconsciously moves his thumb up and down. He speaks, letting her know that he’s there as well. “I’m glad you're both okay. I got into a couple rough patches. There are too many packs roaming.” The men freeze and Soap speaks first.

“You okay? Swear we’ll come for you, Bonnie. Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine, Static. Promise.”

“What’s going on, Sunshine? It’s not like you to miss out on our daily talks even with packs roaming.” Gaz says softly, all the men huddle around him as they listen for her reply. She takes a bit to respond so he says again, “Sunshine?”

The static from the radio crinkles and finally she speaks, “Got caught in a bit of a crossfire between gangs. At least I think they’re gangs.” She says and then says quickly right after “Nothing to worry about though!”

“Gangs? Oh lass,” The Scott says worriedly, “Are you safe? I thought you said you didn’t do groups?” A tease in his voice.

“Pft, I’m a free-range roamer, Static” joking back, the radio gets loud again, “I’m hunkered down in an arts and crafts store. Killed a couple Z’s but I’m safe. Promise.” Her voice is murmured into the radio like she’s trying to be quiet. “I can hear them outside. There’s been at least 3 explosions.”

Explosions? When Ghost was out checking the perimeter, he noticed an explosion a couple miles out… could they be close to her? “You need to stay in cover, Sunshine. Don’t go out unless you have to.” Kyle says urgently. His thumb cracking and popping the air between the bones. A tale tall sign that he’s nervous. Relaxing just a bit when John places a hand on his shoulder. “Listen… we uh… we saw an explosion from where we are a couple minutes ago. Estimate about 20 minutes ago. Are we?” He bites his lip before he speaks, “Are we close to you?”

The static gets loud as she doesn’t speak for a minute. Price looks a Ghost, a worried twitch of his eyes as Ghost tilts his head slowly. “I… Maybe I don’t know?” Her voice sounds nervous again. “I can’t give a location you kno-“

“Sunny,” Kyle says, his voice warm and understanding. His hand gripping the radio as he wishes he could ease her fear. He and the team speculated on why she’s so intent on hiding her name and location. Probably has something to do with her first group.

“I’m not gonna ask for your location. You know I wouldn’t but if they are using explosives along with fighting… you might get hurt.” She could get hurt, she could die, she could get burned from the explosive. When Ghost was describing it to them earlier when he saw the explosion in the distance Soap looked worried. Soap knows his bombs, he’s a demolitions expert Goddamnit. “Please… darling, you gotta tell us if it gets too hard and you’re not safe.” He says softly, using that pleading voice that gets even Price to stumble sometimes.

“I… Well, I’m safe for now, I guess. There’s a couple building near me that has some insignias on it. Most likely to mark territories.”

“What do they look like?”

“One has what looks like a black bird and the other looks like cross.”

“Bird and cross” Ghost murmurs beside Soap. They tense when she’s about to speak but they hear a faint crash on the line. It doesn’t sound like a radio crashing but something akin to glass. “Bonnie! What’s goin on?!”

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Voices outside causes her to freeze. The hairs on her back standing up as she listens in to what they are saying. She… she recognizes those voices. Her focused snapped back to her radio as the Scott is still speaking to her. “Bonnie!” Static yells into the radio. She curses as she zips up her backpack and putting the sling of her rifle over her shoulder. “I’m fine, Static!” She tries to say more but the sound of something slamming against wood is heard from outside the breakroom she’s barricaded in.

There’s a voice yelling outside and they’re calling out to her. Calling out a name. A name that he gave her. A name that isn’t her own but forced on her. “No, no, no,” stammering as the men on the radio are still trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“I-I think I’ve been found.” She says weakly. That voice outside making her skin crawl, memories flashing through her as her heart pounds. She put so much space between her and that group. How did they find her? She’s been so careful and cautious these last 4 months. She needs to move; she needs to leave and go. God, why can’t she move?

“Sunny, wait, darling please.” Electricity says, he sounds nervous, scared even and her heart clenches at the sound. “What does that mean? Who found you?”

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“Handmaidens Tale.” The men all tense when she says the name. She has only ever mentioned them briefly, Soap tried to get her to speak a bit more on it the second week in, but she shut it down fast. She’s more scared, more scared than shes ever sounded. Gaz and Soap look to Price as they don’t know what to do.

The man sighs and takes the radio. “Can you get somewhere safe? Do you have a weapon?” Price says, he was planning to speak to her when the time was right but now? Now he doesn’t have a choice. “Breath, love.”

A pregnant pause that has them all on edge, fearing the worst until she speaks. “Y-You're with Static and Electricity, right? The uh Captain?” She has overheard him before, faintly but she recognized him since Soap has said it before that the voice is owned by their Captain.

“Yes, love. Listen to me.” Experience in his voice, “Estimate up to 6 people, assume guns and weapons on hand with them. They’re most likely surveying the perimeter. You can hide or you can fight.” His eyebrows crease as he speaks.

He doesn’t like this. Doesn’t like the clench in his chest when he tries to imagine her, scared and fearful. He knows all too well what fear can do to a soldier, but she isn’t a soldier. A regular civilian and that makes this situation ten times worst. At least with soldiers they are trained to compartmentalize. To work through the adrenaline and fear. She doesn’t know how to.

“Okay, okay, I-I might be ab-” She gasps when they hear something breaking. Something loud enough that the radio catches it for all the men to hear.

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“No, no, no, please,” The window in the room she’s barricaded in is shattered as her scream alerted the people that’s looking for her. The brick thrown in has a note attached that says in scrawled-out words. Found You, My Eve.

She can hear them just outside. “T-They found me. He found me. They broke the window.” She says to the radio as she clambers to get the barricade away from the door. Maybe she can run and get away? “Oh god, oh god, I-I can’t go back. I don’t want to go back.” Her blood runs cold as she tries to breathe deeply. The radio shaking as she talks to the Captain. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

The weapons she has are momentarily forgotten as she gets the barricades off and runs down the hall. Her backpack on as her bat swings back and forth almost like it’s trying to remind her that she has it. Her fathers rifle slung to her side from the strap on her shoulder as her hand grips her radio. She can hear the Captain speaking again. Trying to calm her down to get her to think but she’s in a blind panic. The fear of what she went through and what she’ll go through if that group takes her. She hears the shoutings. “Found her! She’s on the run!” And “Don’t let her escape! Grab her!”

Panting as she runs down the street. Weaving between cars and narrowly passing the dead as her heart pounds and slams against her chest. Running into a bank as she goes behind the couches there. Not even bothering to look for any deads that could be in there as she strains to hear for the voices outside. His voice.

The Captain on the radio still speaking. “We need a description, sweetheart. Can you give us a description? Look around you. Try to think. Don’t be scared, being scared is going to cause you to make mistakes.” Too late, far too late for that.

“Look…” the man pauses, “you’re going to get caught,” she whimpers and hits her head against the couch. Her knees tensing at the statement because as much as she wants to deny it, but she knows it’s going to happen. “I need you to focus and I need you to describe them to me. I need you to describe where you are? Can you do that for me?”

“Y-Yes, I.. I can,” She whispers as she speaks between breathes. Her eyes shut tight when the front door to the bank jingles open from the bell. Alerting her to the very real situation that is going to happen. So many memories flooding her brain as her boot taps nervously on the floor.

“I-I ran into a bank near Humble. There are birds and crosses spray painted on buildings and I-“ she bites her lip when she can hear the desks being tossed. She should’ve tried to hide somewhere else. Why didn’t she think to hide in one of the rooms? Why is it so hard for her to think straight? “I’m scared. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I never got to see you.”

“Don’t say that. You’re going to see us. I swear you will.”

She’s about to respond, her mouth parted when she hears a cruel laugh from where she’s hiding. Her hands shake as she finally grabs her knife. She knows that laugh, she hates it. Hates the man that laughs like that. Her hand grips her radio as she readies herself to try and work through the fear and describe the man to the Captain. The couch is forced aside as she screams and lurches forward.

Scrambling to get up as she clutches her knife and radio. “B-Brown hair, white skin, eye patch on left eye, green eye, tall,” she words off the man’s description as the man grins and licks his lips like a wolf would a cornered rabbit. “His name is Issac.” She breathes out shakily as she takes one last glance and speaks. “Don’t let him keep me again. Come find me.”

Holding her radio in hand as she backs up. She knows she’s cornered from the way the man is so calm. Someone breaking the glass window with the note was most likely to flush her out. Most likely to cause her to panic. She curses under her breath as she has to assume that there’s others around the building. A tilt of his head as he shows his teeth in his smile. “There you are, my Eve. I’ve missed you. Had me so, so worried.” He takes a step forward as she backs away. “Who were you talking to?” His voice colder as his eyes lock on the radio she has on hand.

The Captain talking urgently on the radio that she can’t even hear since she’s focusing on the man in front of her. He extends his hand, “You won’t be needing that anywhere. Give it.” Flight or fight kicks in as she bolts down the hall of the bank. The man follows after her with a yell. Rounding a corner as a hand grips the back of her shirt as she screams.

Swiping her knife at him as she turns and aims for his arm. He curses loudly, “You little!” His arm bleeding as he slams his hand against her head. Her head hitting the wall causing the wall to crack on impact. Head-shaped crater in the wall as she feels dizzy. Distorted as she stumbles back and crumbles to the floor.

The sound of the man on the radio still trying to talk, promising to find her, is just out of reach from when she fell. Issac walks to her, nearly infront of her as he’s speaking and saying something. Her ears still buzzing as she blinks. Her breath catching as she looks up at him. Scooting back as her blood is pumping fast, her pulse nearly jumping out her skin.

She looks to her radio, then towards her knife that fell out of her grip when she was slammed against the wall. She makes a split-second decision and lunges for her knife. He laughs at her feeble attempt. His boot slamming on her hand as she tries to grab her knife and she cries out.

He makes a disappointed tut, “A good husband never hurts his wife but…” he stares down at her as she tries to shove his boot off and he only presses more on her hand making her whimper. “A good husband also shows his wife her wrongs and how to be a good help meet again.” He lifts his boot and slams it on her face.

Turning on her side with a groan. Her hand covering her now bruising face as tears spill down her face. Coughing and hiccuping as she tries to think past the pain. The pain in her face throbbing as her nose bleeds. “N-No,” she begs as the man bends as he grabs the radio. The Captain getting louder and angrier as he tries to speak to her. Cruelly only able to listen and do nothing but hear what happened. A listening witness to the assault.

“And who has been keeping my wife company?” Issac speaks coldly, a possessiveness in his tone as he stares at the woman that looks up fearfully. A bruise already growing on her face.

“Captain John Price. Where is she? If you hur-“

“That’s none of your concern. She’s mine and she’ll stay mine, Captain.” He mocks. He looks down at her and then at the radio.

“You’ll never find her.” He laughs and throws the radio away. She yells “No!” as she watches as her radio thumps hard against the wall and breaks when it hits the floor. He goes to grab her but she kicks and tries to get up. Grabbing at her collar as her hands push and scratch against his face. Her fingers digging into his eye patch as he growls in pain. Finally having enough of her antics as he balls his fist and punches her hard at the side of her head.

Going limp at the impact, her hands falling to the side of her head. A tear rolling down her face as she tries to hear what he’s saying before blacking out. Dragging her body a lil before he finally picks her up. Whistling to his men and tossing her in a car.

Her arms and legs bound tightly with rope when she finally came to. Screaming and yelling as she tried to get out of the car and away. The rope digging into her skin almost as painfully as the throb from her face. Trying to bite until someone hits her in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. “Finally,” one of Issac’s men says as she’s now easier to handle with her being knocked out again.

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“Fuck!” Price slams his fist against the wall. All of his boys are ready, Ghost already jumped up and started packing their car as soon as that Issac spoke to them. Gaz and Soap are standing up as Price looks at them. Both of them have murder on their mind and an itch to have blood spilled. For once Soap is quiet and Gaz looks volatile.

“Weapons free from this point on. Find any that are involved and get information out of them.” Price’s voice is rough, “Whatever means necessary.” Staring down at the radio, their only lifeline to their girl and now they won’t even be able to reach her. His hands fisted as he sees that it’s bloody from when he punched the wall. What he would give to have punched this Issac fellow. His chest heaving with anger as he steels himself. His men already moving with urgency to head out. Gaz grabbing the map so they can find Humble. And hopefully… find her.

“Let’s go get our girl.”

[rennorthernlights]

The World We Knew

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5: The Catalyst on The Dinner Plate, Chapter 6

Warnings: Depictions of d3ath, b0dies on hooks, Cannibalism, MINORS DNI+ 18 AND OVER ONLY, imagery of people eating people, Reader kills for the first time, Homophobia, Issac is his own warning, Abuse towards woman. Tell me if I miss any.

”Tonight,” she says, and Angelica agrees. Grabbing their things to pack. “We’ll need to go about our day carefully and then we can go.” It’s just barely noon from the way the sun shines. Tonight, they can finally move past this and just go somewhere. Anywhere.

“The guards?” Angelica says as she bites her lip. “What are we gonna do about the patrols.” A sharp knock on the door makes them both jolt. Pulling them away from the frenzy of leaving. She grabs their things and hides it to make the room seem normal. Looking towards each other nervously before Angelica rolls her shoulders back and steps forward towards the door. Her brown eyes widening, a hand gripping the door as Issac stares down at her.

“Where’s Eve,” he doesn’t ask as he pushes her aside and steps in. Angelica protests, tries to shove him back with a glare but he walks in like he already owns the place. He looks around and then spots her. “Oh! My sweet Eve, I’ve come to ask you a very important question.” The woman in question tense as they both know what he’s going to ask.

The nails in the coffin about to hammered in. He takes a long step, up close and personal as he grabs her hands the same way he did when she was 10 and he 22.

“I’ve known since the moment I saw you that day in the garden that you are mine. Beautiful Eve,” his skin stretches as he smiles wide. “Marry me.” Looking intently into her eyes as he fully expects her to say yes. His goal finally within grasp, within reach as he’s been begging his father to make it so. To make it where the woman will be forced to marry. He waited, knew she’d say no, somewhere in his obsession made him believe that she was just too shy to accept his advances. Especially with Angelica, in his mind at least, always hovering and poisoning her against him. But now… now she’ll have no choice but to marry him.

She looks to Angelica, the woman that she cares about. The woman that they just barely confessed feelings for each other. One nod from her and that’s all it takes. Rips her hands from him and out of his grip, taking a step back. She steels her voice, “No.”

“No?” The man says with a tilt of his head. He steps back as the feeling in the room drops. Something colder, chilling the growing summer heat that’s outside. His hands ball into fists as it shakes. “It’s because of her, isn’t it? She’s been in the way of us since she joined our group!” He turns and starts walking to Angelica.

Knuckles turning white from the force of his own grip, “Don’t think I don’t know of the sin you committed. Ruining my Eve with your filth!” He raises his hand and Angelica tenses and gets in a stance.

Rushing in front of Angelica, putting herself in the way and Issac is forced to pause. “My name isn’t Eve.” Being stern with him for once. “Don’t talk about Angelica like that.” Glaring at him as she finally shows how annoyed by his very being she is. Emboldened by how much she cares about Angelica. Her hand reaching behind behind her back and Angelica interlaces her fingers with her hand. A silent encouragement that she’ll have her back.

“I’m not marrying you and that’s final.” The silence that follows is deafening. Suffocating in the way he doesn’t even blink as he looks into her that she can feel her soul shiver. Cogs in his head turning as he licks his dry lips.

Narrowing green eyes while his hands flex. “You’re just confused,” he offers as if trying to convince himself. “You don’t know what you’re saying. She’s poisoned your brain with her sin.” A misguided understanding as that must be why his Eve doesn’t want to marry him.

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he backs away and moves towards the door. “Don’t worry. I’m very understanding, it’s not your fault, my beloved Eve.” His eyes hold a glint that makes her hands clammy, hairs sticking up on her neck. A silent warning that something ain’t right. That something can happen at any second. Her chest tightening as she braces for the worse. His hand gripping on the doorknob as he slowly opens it.

He steps outside the door, a forced exhale as she tries to regain her ground. Eyes watching his like a hawk as he leaves without even a word. A hard slam of her door that makes the hinges screech.

The seconds go by as they both stand tenses, fully expecting him to round back. Seconds feels like minutes, minutes feels like hours until Angelica speaks. “This is going to make this harder to leave.” Resting her head against the woman’s shoulder. “I knew it. I knew he was creepy as hell, but this just takes the cake.” Sighing and muttering a curse. She can feel Angelica’s mind rushing a mile a minute.

“You need to leave.”

“What? You can’t be serious.” Angelica nearly yells as she shakes her head. Taking a step around her to look at her. Angelica is dumbfounded as she can’t believe she’s even saying that to her. “I’m not leaving you with that fucker. I’m not leaving you. No way—“

“Ange.”

“No way in hell. I’d rather fucking die. I’m being so—“

“Ange!” Her hands cup her face to make her stop talking. Angelica’s brown eyes stare and open more as she leans closer to her. “He’s going to hurt you. He was willing to raise his hand to you infront of me. If I wasn’t here… he could’ve..” her voice breaks as she doesn’t want to think about it.

“Wouldn’t be the first time a man put their hands on me.”

“Ange,” her tone serious as she knows Ange is just trying to be playful. But they can’t be playful right now, they can afford to be. “You leave tonight, I’ll cover for you tomorrow and then we’ll be on our way. No more Issac.” She starts.

“And no more town.” Angelica finishes with a grin. “Alright, alright, I’m only doing this because you’re so convincingly cute.” The woman leans forward and kisses her softly. Angelica’s hands flinch at the suddenness before they start moving from the side to grasp the woman’s waist. Pulling Angelica closer, deepening the kiss as her hands entangle in Angelica’s hair. Biting on her bottom lip and she parts her lips as Angelica pushes her tongue into her mouth. Angelica’s hands more insistent and moving under her shirt.

“W-Wait, wait, wait,” she breaks the kiss and Angelica steps back worried, fearful that she overstepped. “I want more. Believe me,” she laughs and presses her head to to the woman she’s growing to love more and more. “God, I want more but you need to get your stuff and leave tonight.” Brushing her thumb against Angelica’s cheek.

“Alright, alright,” grinning at her, “I’ll let you breathe for now, but I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself when we’re out of this fucking town.” A tease in Angelica’s voice but a very real need on her eyes. Night rolls around quickly and they say their quick goodbyes.

Angelica tells her in a hushed whisper as they step outside their place together. Hiding behind the corner to evade the nightly patrols. “Right next to that old mom and pop shop. Called like Oliver’s or is it Olive’s? There’s a barbecue place right next to it. Can’t miss it, that’s where I’ll be. Okay?” That one is right near the edge of the town, from there they’ll move past it and they’ll be ‘home’ free. No one goes near that area anyways. It’s clear enough instruction that she’ll know what to look for. A quick kiss goodbye as she watches Angelica leave.

The next day she knew she was being watched. Eyes on her as she went about her day. Telling the ladies that asked about Angelica that she’s feeling sick so she stayed home. Issac, who normally finds her, hasn’t showed up. A limp in his walk as he shakes his hand a bit. Shrugging her shoulders as maybe he fell and finally had some sense knocked into him. She wasn’t about to ask why he hasn’t talked to her and if anything, she’s happier to not worry about him sneaking up to her. Scrubbing the dishes clean and listening to the woman chatter and gossip about their day.

“Clark has asked me to marry him.” A woman says with a controlled sigh, the other women telling her their congratulations under a happy guise. A quiet understanding to the situation that they are all in. It’s been a lot of mixed feelings about what happen yesterday with the priest. Some of the woman agree to it and few don’t. Though she can’t help but wonder if they agree because it’s safer. Or because they’ll just have to be pretty housewives and be content for the men. Glaring at the dishes as the woman continue speaking and talking.

Once her shift ends, she goes to grab her ration for the day. The woman handing it to her with a hard smile, another woman that was forced into a marriage. Asking for Angelica’s ration under the guise that she’s sick and the woman tells her that she can’t. “It wasn’t a problem a week ago when Karen was sick?” Her arms crossed as the woman tells her that it’s “New rules.” And that she “can’t give rations unless the person is there.” Sighing to herself as she thanks her and then takes a seat. She hopes Angelica is safe. She knows she can handle herself, a spitfire of a woman she has.

“What’s got you smiling, Eve?”

Her hands tense and he sits in front of her. “Where’s your friend?” She goes to speak, “doesn’t matter,” he winced slightly as he scoots the chair forward. Was there always scratches on his neck? “I heard that she’s sick. Poor thing but it must be divine timing by God. Even our Heavenly Father knows that she isn’t right for you.”

“That isn—“

“I haven’t told anyone about you and her.” He says and she stiffens, “My father would never allow it. Never allow us together if he knew about what she did to convince you to sin. Just like my mother did my father.” His hands move and grip her hand. She remembers when she was ten. She remembers her parents talking about his mother. Her father wouldn’t lie. “She seduced my father just like Angelica is seducing you.”

She tugs her hand back but he grips her hand tightly, refusing to let go of her. “Let go.” She pulls back, “Issac let fucking go of me.”

“You never talked to me like that. Always so sweet and kind.” He says, fully believing in the fantasy that he has of her. A beautiful Eve in a garden. “It’s because of her. You’ll understand why she’s wrong for you, I had to...” He starts but stops like he’s catching himself.

“Had to what?”

He doesn’t answer and she glares, her heart starting to jump. “Had to what Issac?” He stares at her, beady green eyes as he doesn’t speak. He licks his lips and let’s go of her hand. Smiling as he eyes her up and down. Snickering like he’s aware of something that she won’t know, an inside joke that only he’s privy to. He gets up and leaves. Leaving her for once, more confused than nervous.

Walking out to remain calm and then speed walking to her room. Packing her things in a bag and pulling out her father’s rifle that she’s hidden. They tried to take it from her months ago when they started these whole men and woman job. Staying in her room until night rolls around, quietly stepping out the fire escape and carefully moving down the street. Her breath catching in her throat as she nearly got caught a couple times. Panting quietly as she finally makes it pass the guards and the patrols.

“Barbecue place near mom and pop shop.” She whispers over and over again as she shoulders her rifle. Being careful of the dead that roam on the streets. Her lip being bitten as she hides behind some cars as the dead pass by. Her eyes raking over the street signs, and she wonders if she’s in the right place. “Ah!” Her eyes perk up as she finally spots the mom and pop shop when the moonlight illuminates the way. “Barbecue, barbecue, barbecue,” she murmurs as her eyes flicker back and forth and finally she spots it.

“Angelica!” She whisper yells as she walks forward. “Ange!” Cupping a hand to her mouth as her other keeps a good hold on her rifle. Stepping into the barbecue place. She would’ve loved this place before the zombies. Still has a homey feel to it even after a bit of time. The barbecue place is large and even has its own smokehouse!

Looking around and seeing the western décor, her eyebrows furrowing as she sees some blood on the floor. Bending down and touching it, “that doesn’t look old…” she curses and shoulders her rifle. “I swear if you became zombie chow I’m gonna smack you Ange.” Pointing her rifle at ever sound. Teeth clattering as her nerves are getting the better of her.

Moving deeper into the place as she calls out to Ange again and again. “No sign of her…” sighing sadly as she moves to the back of the shop where it would be holding meat from cows and pigs if it was a normal less zombiefied-year. “Last room.” Steeling herself as she walks forward towards the smokehouse. Pushing the door open slowly as she prepares for a zombie grunt but it’s quiet and smells funny. Barely any fire going but the ash tells her that this smokehouse has and is being used.

Moving inside and she gasps. “Holy shit.”

This must be where the town is keeping the meat. No wonder no one goes here. Makes more sense now. “Why is it wrapped though…” Doesn’t make since to have the meat wrapped in a smokehouse. Unless it’s already prepared maybe? Moving to the one closest to her as she starts to peel it back.

“Oh my god.”

Her hand hovers over the meat and she’s still remembers the anatomy classes she took to know what it is. She was the best in her class. She recognizes that this ain’t animal. “This isn’t a deer. This is… oh…” her hand cups her mouth as feels the ration she ate earlier pushing up her throat. She moves and starts unwrapping them as she recognizes them. “Cody, Arianna, Davin, Lucas!” Her shoulders rising and falling as she breathes in and out fast. Fear courses through her heart. How long has this been going on? How long have they been unknowingly eating humans? How long?

Finally, the last one and this one looks upside down, like it’s still being drained. Unwrapping the person and she screams as she sees the brown eyes first. “No!” Tugging the body off the hook and ripping the the wrap off as her hand shakes even more. “No, no, no, no,” vision blurring in tears as she cups Angelica’s face. “No, baby, no, wake up.”

Shaking her face. The deep cut in her throat, the lifeless look in her eyes, the bruises and cuts on the body. “Ange! Please!” Crying as she pulls her close and hugs her tight.

“Not you,” the body limp and cold in her arms as she doesn’t hear the door open. “Why you? Why you?” Crying and burying her face into Angelica’s cold neck. Her arms lifeless and not moving as she screams into her neck. A hand grips her shoulder and she curses angrily at whoever it is. A blind rage when they try to pull her away from Angelica.

“Let go! Let me go!” Her eyes shut as she grips tighter to Angelica. Something hard hits her in the back of the head as she feels like she’s slipping deeper into a darkness. The last thing she remembers is Angelica’s cold brown eyes staring back at her. Lifeless and unmoving.

Coming too in anger as she’s placed on a bed in a room that’s not her own. Getting up and grabbing the bedside desk and throwing it as she screams. Her hands digging into her skull as she bends forward. Finally throwing up as she coughs, her knees buckling under the growing agony and pressure. Tears blurring her vision as her hands grip and claw at the floor. Misery and anguish flooding her heart as she wraps her arms around herself. The door opening catches her attention and Issac walks in.

“Oh, Eve,” he murmurs, “you poor thi—“

Getting up and running at him, her hands balled as she throws a clumsy punch that he catches. “Now, now, is that any way to treat your fiancé?” He glares and she yells profanity’s as she kicks and punches him. Clawing at his face as he tries to settle her into the chair. “Calm down!” He yells.

“Calm down! You want me to calm down?!” Pulling her leg up towards her and tries to kick him as hard as she can. The impact to his thigh makes him growl in anger. Raising his hand and slapping her harshly. She locks up, stiffening from the blow. The stinging in her cheek and her lip split open as she settles from the shock of being hit.

“There we go.” He says and presses a kiss to her face. Her eyes shut tight as she whimpers and breathes in shakily. “Next time don’t make me hurt you. I don’t wanna hurt my precious Eve. All shaken up over that filthy woman.” His hands gripping her arms and forcing her down even more on the chair. “Don’t worry I’ll wash the sins of her touch off your body in due time.”

He’s too close. Far too close to her. Close enough that she sees the cuts on his neck and her mind starts running a mile a minute as she thinks back to their conversation earlier. I had to. Repeats over and over again in her head as she finally looks at him. Tears down her face as she speaks, “Y-You killed her. You killed her! You son of a—“

His hand raises again and she flinches. He smirks and instead he cups her face and forces her to look at him. “I had to.” Confirming what she’s thinking, “After I told my father what happened he said that I couldn’t marry you. He said that the sin will be on you as long as Angelica breathed. I told him,” he leans forward and his green eyes stare at her and then her lips, her lip that still bleeds. “Told him that I’d get rid of the sin for you. You should be thanking me.”

Her heart slams against her chest, “We’ll be married in 4 days. Four days and I’ll be able to throughly cleanse your body.” Jerking in his grip, squirming on the chair. She can only begin to imagine what he has planned for her.

A defiance gathering in her eyes, she spits at his face. His thumb digging into her jaw as she cries out. “I’ll train you to be better. You’ll be so beautiful as my wife and as the mother of my children. So enticing even right now,” his other hand moves from her arm and down her stomach as her muscles tense and seizes. “I could cleanse you now but then we’d be committing sin.” He huffs and steps back.

Her hands rub her jaw as she quickly gets off the chair and steps back. He leaves, the door shutting and locking with a hard ‘click’ noise. She thinks that’s the end of it until he come back with a plate. Her eyes widen, “Don’t worry it’s just meat.” He grins and she doesn’t trust him, not one bit.

“How long?”

“Sit down,” he motions to the chair.

“How. Long.” Balling her fist as she refuses to even touch the plate of food. Thinking back to when people were getting sick. Thinking back to when people thought the rations were getting spoiled from the ‘animals’ they found. Chalking it up to the ‘animals’ being sick. Her stomach is empty even as she can feel the growing need to throw up.

“Long enough that everyone’s eaten someone here. Tasty, no?”

The amusement in his voice, the way he enjoys her suffering, enjoys seeing her so distraught. Almost as beautiful as her happiness. The smile she never gave him but always to Angelica, the happiness in her eyes when Angelica walked in the room, his hands grip the plate as he breathes in and out. He places the plate on the table as he watches her contemplate everything from the start.

Staring down at the plate and then at him. “I’m not going to touch any of that. You’ll have to force it down my throat.” Defiance in her voice as she won’t eat a lick of food from him or anyone else in this town. He snickers as he nods fast at her.

“Sure, sure, Eve,” he smirks, “I’ll be patient. I prepped a special dinner for our wedding night. You��ll just love it.” Leaving her alone with her thoughts as he takes his leave again. Shutting the door behind himself. The windows barred and no real way out. Stuck in this room with a plate of food that most likely is more human than animal.

The days pass and he tries to make her eat but she refused. He even forced her mouth open as she kicked and cried, forcing the meat down her throat as her throat constricted and she threw up on him. Making him yell and beat his fists into her. Her bruised body shaking as he realized what he did and told her off for making him hurt her. For making him be a monster when all he does is love her.

The day of the wedding came far too fast and she was forced into a white dressed. Too weak to fight back, too emotionally and physically exhausted as she nodded and barely spoke as the priest wedded them. Issac looking happier and happier as the reception was creeping up.

Her heart beating fast in her chest as the plates were being served at the reception. Issac in the middle with her to his right and the Father on the left. Her hand shaking as she grips on the fork. Her stomach growling and rumbling as she nearly gives in to eating.

Issac leans to his side, her hands grip the table as his lips brush against her ear. He whispers, “Hope you love her. I prepared her just for you.” His voice bouncing and echoing in her mind.

Her whole body tensing. Her eyes widening as she stares down at the plate and all she can image is Angelica. Angelica as the meal. Angelica as the meal the townsfolk are greedily eating. Tearing into her flesh to feed their sick bellys. The laughter, the glee, the sickening smile from Issac as she turns her head to him.

Mouth parted as a white-hot anger grips into her, burning the embers that were almost snuffed out. Warm brown eyes flash before her eyes, a distance of the woman she loved now prepared on a white plate and she knows what she needs to do. Blood demands blood.

Her hand grips on the fork and without thinking stabs it into his hand. He yells in pain and she takes the knife and stabs it into one of his eyes. For fully digging it into the socket as the blood seeps out. Staining the once white dress as she yanks the knife out and Issac falls head forward on the table. Father Abraham comes around and she’s quicker than the old man and swipes it at his neck. The knife itself is dull but she put enough force into it to slice the skin.

Everything blurs from then on. Last thing she remembered grabbing is her fathers rifle from the armory and bolting into the streets. The men yelling to find her as she runs and runs. She doesn’t stop running not even for the dead that try and grab her. She just runs. Runs farther and farther.

Forcing herself to keep moving, to not give her name, to sleep in random buildings and move on the next day. To never look back and keep as much distance between the hell she escaped into the hell that is everyone’s reality. The zombies would love her more gently than Issac can. That thought alone made her nights colder until she found that radio. The radio that changed it all. Made her open her carefully guarded heart to the men on it.

The sound of fingers snapping, and a voice forced her out of her memories. Brought into the present and she doesn’t know if she’s rather stay in her past. “Eve? Hello? Earth to Eve. Oh poor thing still distorted from when you hit the wall,” he laughs that stupid noise. He waves a hand in front of her face and she jolts a bit.

Nearly 4 months. 4 months she’s been away from this hell hole. Away from him and everyone in this godforsaken town. “That’s not my fucking name.” She finally gets a good look at him. Her face pulling into a grin as she eyes that stupid eyepatch. “Should’ve stabbed your other eye out. Never liked the color green.”

His hand ball into a fist. She continues speaking, “Thought you were dead. Hoped you were considering I stabbed that knife into your eye.” She grins at him, “Is your daddy dead? Hoped he was after I sliced his thro—“ a harsh slap against her cheek as her eyes widen. Her arms jerk in the binds as she turns her face to glare as her chest rises and falls from the anger.

“You will learn to respect me, wife.” She can’t help but grin as she knows she hit her mark. At least one of them is dead. Good riddance.

“I’m not your fuk-“ another backhanded slap and this time she cries out in pain. His hand grips her jaw hard like he did those months ago but this time. This time she has more fire in her eyes. More than enough anger to hold her over. “Fuck you.” She says and pulls on the moisture in her mouth to spit at him.

His other hand wipes his face clean. “Oh, but you are. My father married us before God and the church. Making you, my wife.” Jerking his hand back harshly as her neck stretches back. Her back arching as she tries to accommodate to the forceful stretch. “You’ll be my perfect wife by the next couple of days. You’ll give me a son and I’ll name him after my father.” Like hell she will. She’s rather die than give him anything.

Tilting his head back as he laughs at how helpless she is in this moment and all she can do is grit her teeth and bare it. For now at least until she can find a way out. Or maybe the Captain will make do on his promise to get her.

A silent prayer escapes her lips, a plead for them to find her before it’s too late. Before she breaks under the pressure.

[rennorthernlights]

Mustang Inquiries

A collection of Drabbles from my OC Mustang, that will span over the Call Of Duty universe. One-Shots and Short stories involving our favorite characters. NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF HER WILL BE SHOWN ONLY THE NAME I’VE GIVEN HER!

Includes Smut, Fluff, Angst, and anything and everything in between. They will be tagged accordingly.

Requests are OPEN

Smut 🌶

Fluff 💞

Angst 💔

In-Between 🪢

As always, READ THE WARNINGS ONCE CLICKING ON A ONE-SHOT OR SHORT. MINORS DNI+18 AND OVER ONLY!! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CONSUME.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Breaking You In 🌶🪢 | One-Shot

Heatwaves 💞 | One-Shot

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Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Maybe I Was Wrong 💔💞 | One-Shot

All Mine 💔🌶 | One-Shot or maybe Short?? Haven’t figured that out yet.

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

All Tender For Me 🌶 | One-Shot

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John “Bravo-6” Price

Insanity In Company 🌶 | Mini-Shorts

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[rennorthernlights]

Having unhealthy thoughts about John Price but as a God.

TW- Blood, mentions of death, John wanting a wife and kids. (Give that man a baby pls)

GodJohn whose’s the God of Battlefields, Logic, Weaponry, Cunning and so on. GodJohn that has a massive temple that many soldiers go to for his blessings. GodJohn that is also a Protector of Families and Children, that when called upon he’ll be on the edge of the property line guarding and waiting.

GodJohn that stands tall and fierce, rarely bleeding the gold that is his lif-blood. GodJohn that prefers smoked offerings and devotional and sacred acts over gifts, wealth, and baseless physical offerings. If given a gift then it has to really mean something from the giver. Something that took time and care to give.

He does prefer to have people devote themselves to him though. What better way to prove that you’re worthy of protection than to devote yourself to him?

Countless years of battle that hounds him into well powerful killing machine. Any blade working effortlessly in his hand just as well as the reins of an animal. GodJohn that has taken part in battles and wars for the thrill. That as much as he craves fighting he will also put more at stake to protect innocents. Like a bloodhound that can just sniff out whose’s good and whose’s bad.

After centuries he finally thinks of something other than War and Fighting. GodJohn that wants a wife, that wants to settle down and have children. GodJohn that only cared about winning until he would see the soldiers he blessed come home to their families and thinking, “I want that. No— I need that.” He hasn’t lost before in a battle and matters of the heart are no different. Now he wants to win the heart of the pretty girl that lives near his main temple.

A walking temptation that smells earthy and sweet, a mix of something far more potent than just human. Far too many times he’s tempted to scoop her up and keep her away. But can’t due to his own self-imposed rule of not intervening. Doesn’t mean he won’t leave gifts for her. Best cut meats and furs, dresses, knives, handmade necklaces, anything he’d believe would be good.

Though his patience is thinning whenever he ‘accidentally’ catches her bathing in the lake by the forests. ‘Accidentally’ watching the water drop down her unmarred skin. Purely coincidental that her clothes might go missing as she laughs and plays in the water, after all it’s a forest. Animals could’ve taken it.

GodJohn that is nearly coming down from the heavens when his woman runs and stumbles into his temple. Bleeding out and wounded, the villagers chanting to “Grab the witch!! Burn the witch!!” No doubt that must be the reason that she came in since she’s never stepped foot in before.

GodJohn on the edge of his throne keeping his eyes solely on her as her bloodied hands grasp his statue and starts to beg as the villagers pound against the wooden door that won’t hold for long. He cannot move and intervene unless called upon but his resolve is waning.

“Come on little dove, say it. Say what I need to hear.” Thick, scarred hands clenching as he’s standing up at the ready. Already grabbing his sword, darken blue eyes solely on the woman so helplessly bleeding out onto his sacred statue. Her blood staining the marble floors like a lamb to the slaughter.

Breath catching in his throat as she opens her mouth, his heart practically stopping to strain to hear her meek and mumbled prayer.

“Oh, great God of the Battlefield. Hear my plea. Protect me and my life is yours!”

Shaky breaths as the wooden door cracks, the yells of anger outside making everything seem oh so hopeless. Promising a violent end. Tears falling down her face as she curls and waits for her death that will surely come. Her plea must’ve fallen on deaf ears until a thundering voice booms from within the temple. The ground shaking.

“I’ve heard your plea, little dove. You are mine.”

[rennorthernlights]

The World We Knew

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4: Snakes In The Garden, Chapter 5

Warnings: The depictions of the priest are not at all an embodiment of other priests and Christian. Implied grooming, Creepy older dudes being weird around KidReader, Nothing happens to the KidReader though, Zombies, Mentions of minor character death, Sexism towards woman, Zombie apocalypse brings out the worst

Backstory to get a better insight about Issac and Radio girl’s first group. (Radio girl being Reader)

She remembers the day she went to church for the first time. An impressionable age of 10 years old. Her mother made her father swore that if they ever had children that they should be allowed to choose their faith. Her father, a devout Christian, agreed to her mothers, an atheist in every sense of the word, request.

Granted her father tried to persuade his daughter to go to church, she just never wanted to go. That is until her father made Captain in the police department. His church was holding a celebration for her father’s honorable work. The people were nice and even though she hated being forced into a frilly dress that her mother picked out. She’d much rather watch Kim Possible or maybe Dragon Ball Z but at least Sunday school was fun.

Some of the kids even made her laugh and she sorta had a lil crush on one of the boys too… much to the teasing and amused smile her mother gave her. “Alright now, lil lady church is starting.” Her mom said as she waved goodbye to the cute looking boy. Sitting in the hard pews as she had half a mind to fall asleep that is until the robe looking dude walked up to the wooden thing. Tugging on her mom’s sleeve to ask her who and what that is. “That man is a priest. Father Abraham Norton and that’s a pulpit.” An O on her face as she nods and looks to him.

They say that children can understand an adult far better than an adult could. Something about being able to clock when something just ain’t right. That tiny, small feeling of something most would miss.

The beady eyes of the priest is what set her off. Not her fault since she was always the best at games like I Spy and Hide-and-Go-Seek. He was off… so to speak, at least about the way the man looked. “Like a snake,” her brows furrowed as her mom pinches her elbow to be quiet and to listen. She couldn’t shake how much of a snake he looked like to her. Blame all the zoo books she got for Christmas.

The way his tongue rolled on S’s and the eyes the man had. Like they were searching for something. “Good morning, my lambs.” The man says with a soft smile. Eyeing the crowd and she shakes her head of nerves when his eyes land on her for a bit. “Now I know we are celebrating and honoring our new appointed Captain but there is something that I must say.” His shoulders fall as he looks sad but almost forced, like when she gets caught taking another cookie when she’s not supposed to.

She looks to her mom but her mother just tilts her head motions for her to keep listening. “I have come to ask for forgiveness.” Some people gasp in the congregation. The Father continues, “20 years ago, I gave in to the sins of desire for a woman. I was seduced by the way she looked, and I couldn’t stop myself.” His brows creasing as he places a hand on his chest.

Her dads eyes widen and then narrow, like he’s calculating. His thumb tapping against his thigh as he always does when he’s recalling something. Until it stops. “If we were back in the old days then I would gladly pluck out my eyes. I’ve found out recently that I have a son. A man that is now 22 years old named, Issac.” He extends his hand, and a man stands. Tall, light skin, brown hair and green, beady eyes. The same as his father.

“A fitting name, Issac Norton-Cortes,” her father grasps her mothers hand and they stare at each other. Wordlessly speaking as the Fatherspeaks solemnly. “Unfortunately, Issac’s mother has passed from unforeseen events. Her last wish was for Issac to be joining our church to help out so please… bare no ill will towards him. It is not his fault that his mother seduced me. He is innocent in his creation that was formed by sinful lust.”

The priest is still speaking as her mother taps her hand, and she looks confused before her mom says, “We are leaving. Now.”

Standing up and walking out as her father has a distant look, a thundering storm raging in his eyes. Being sent up to her room as she doesn’t understand why her mom and dad wanted to suddenly leave. Her dad loves going to church, makes an effort to always have Sunday off. Her dad was about to be celebrated or something like that. So she couldn’t understand why they’d want to leave. Why is her dad so… strange right now?

Tip toeing out of her room as she overhears her parents speaking softly, “-other is Elizabeth Norten. I knew her, Maria. She wasn’t seductive or would ever do something like that. She was just barely 18! Now I know why she suddenly forced to leave.”

“Jamie you can’t mean…”

“Look, she… Elizabeth was troubled, got into fights, did some smoking but she’d never... She would’t.” Her father sounds… upset and angry. “For years I wondered what happened. Her parents never told me.

“Sounds like you really knew her.” Her mother says softly. Her brows turned upward as she’s never seen her husband look so. So distraught before. “Was she your friend?” A tentative ask.

“She…” he sighs, “she helped me out a lot with my dad. Sure, she was a bad influence sometimes, but she stuck up for me whenever I came in with a new bruise from my old man.” She moves closer to get a better look over parents as they look sad. Her mother holding her father in a tight embrace.

Whispering words that she can’t hear as her mom rubs a hand on her dads back. “Her parents brought her to Father Abraham to see if he could help. She wasn’t the same after the first week that she’d have confessionals. She became more and more quiet. Wearing hoodies and always being covered.” His voice breaks.

The realization of it comes crashing down on him nearly 22 years later. “If I’d known… If I had just taken a closer look… I didn’t even reach out to her.” Tears forming in her fathers eyes and the man rarely cries. “How did I not think that it was suspicious?” He remembers how Elizabeth’s parents suddenly disowned her. A crushing guilt in his chest. Her mother says nothing but just holds him to her. “No one knew why… until now.” He glares hard at the floor.

From then on, they’d barely go back to that church. Making up a reason to be excused as the priest smiles assuredly. She was always around her mother since she wouldn’t let her little girl out of her sight. Getting tired of it like children do with overbearing parents. She decided that to sneak away to play with the other kids.

Playing soccer with the kids until she gets tired of it. Can only kick a ball so much before boredom creeps in. She spots the Churches garden and voice in her head to not go in but against her better thought she goes in. Her eyes widening as the garden looks well cared for. Different plants and even some trees. She grins as she crouches near one of the plots. Her hands digging into the soil.

“Hello there,” a voice calls out as she sits with her knees on the dirt, playing with the rolly pollys. The other kids laughing in the background, most likely still playing soccer. She tenses and moves to look at whose is speaking. Green eyes and a wide grin, something that supposed to be kind yet for her 10 year old mind… she doesn’t feel okay.

“All by your lonesome in the garden? Where’s your parents?” He looks around before he steps forward. “My names Issac and you are?”

“My mommy and daddy says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” She tells him shyly as she stands up. Her feet shuffle close.

The man grins and he holds out his hand, “That’s very smart. You’re a very smart girl, aren’t you?” He laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world, “Well my name is Issac.” Grabbing her hand and shaking it. “No longer strangers, see? I bet your name is Eve. A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Confusion evident on her face at the name, “My names not Ev-“

A voice cuts through the garden making both of them look towards the person speaking. “There you are! Where have you been I’ve been calling you for an hour.” Her mother spots her and rounds the corner faster as she spots Issac. The man grips her hand harder as she tugs back. Finally letting go when her mother places a hand on her shoulders. Her eyes narrowing as she holds her hand out for her little girl to hold onto.

“Gotta be more vigilant with your lil girl. Almost snatched her up,” he laughs but something in his eyes isn’t playful. Her mother pushes her behind her as she smiles far too sweetly. He continues speaking as he looks down at her and not her mother, “She’s a pretty thing too. She’ll make all the boys fawn over her especially at her age right now.”

The smile on her mothers face drops as she glares at him. “10 year old girls shouldn’t have to worry about boys. Stay away from my daughter.” Her tone tight as she moves her and her daughter along as he smiles wide.

As soon as they were closer to her father her mother told her to not speak to Issac again. That the man is up to no good especially since he’s talking to a 10 year old girl like that. Her mom can’t prove it but that man… that man is not a good man. She just knows it. Her mom has never been wrong about people before.

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She groans awake. Her hands clenching and unclenching as her eyes blink. “Finally awake, my Eve?” She shivers with disgust at the nickname. Eve, it’s what he called her on the day they first met, and he’s been calling her that ever since. No matter how many times she tells him that’s not her name. Her head pounding as she tries to remember what happened. Her hand moving to massage her head, but she finds that she can’t move them. “Your head hurt, Eve? Sorry I was so rough with you.” The fake worry in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by her as she glares. “Shouldn’t fight your husband next time.”

“We ain’t married, Issac.” Glaring at him hotly as she struggles in the binds. “You’re not my husband and I ain’t your damn wife!”

“Oh, silly me,” he laughs that stupid noise. All nasally and all teeth, “How presumptuous of me. We never did consummate on our wedding night.” Her glare hardens as she remembers all too well that night and the days before that lead up to it.

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She’s been on her own for a couple weeks. Given up hope that her parents are alive. Both aren’t answering their phones and when she went to where her mom worked it was already overrun with dead children and screaming teachers. Her father was one of the first responders to downtown Houston…. They don’t call that place a Dead-zone for nothing now days. It’s a miracle she even made it this far with what little she has. She’s been seeing a group every now and then… maybe she could talk to them and ask to join?

“Holy shit,” her eyes widen as she recognizes the priest. Her parents never let her go back after that whole incident with Issac when she was 10. Apparently, that alone was enough for their parents to leave that church. But… beggars can’t be choosers especially since the Priest is opening up the church for everyone to go to. The priest immediately recognized her as “Jamie and Maria’s daughter.” He smiled with those beady eyes that she could hear her younger selfs thought of him being a snake.

It wasn’t so bad save for the son that kept trying to talk to her. 2 months have come and gone faster than many anticipated. The random cold days and hot days messing with peoples perception of what month but she’s betting it being near December. She had hoped that the son of the priest would’ve forgotten about her in the 2 months that she’s been here but no.

“He really, like really, likes being around you.” Angelica, a friend she’s made in the time that she’s been here. “You don’t think it’s strange?”

“I know it’s strange but s’not like I can mention it.” She sighs as she grabs her pack. “If you haven’t already noticed. His dad is becoming like the leader of this group.” An annoyance in her tone as she thinks on it. It wouldn’t be too bad if the priest wasn’t spouting his ideas to everyone. At first everyone had a voice but slowly but surely it’s like the woman are being treated less. Just a couple days ago and she was almost taken off a scavenging hunt due to her being a woman. Issac stepped in and that’s the only reason why she’s still on the team.

“Doesn’t even make sense that they wanted to take you off. You’re one of the best especially since they’ve been coming back with less and less people.” Angelica notes. It’s true though. Yesterday the Andrews brothers, Edward and Connor, died. Issac was leading that scavenging group. Eric and Alexi died four days ago also when Issac was leading them. 2 weeks prior a couple more died… Issac was also… leading at the time. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s killing them.” She snorts and elbows her friend for being so bold with her words.

“Don’t say that. It’s not like those men were helping out round town anyways. Edward was a drunk and tried to drink all the alcohol that we’ve been using for wounds.” Rolling her eyes but it does seem strange that people have been dying. “Besides… it was zombies that killed them.” Patting her pants as since Issac would always come back to tell the harrowing tale of the dead outside, “that’s bound to happen at this point.”

“I’m just saying.” Angelica raises her hands. Her eyes flickering as some of the men come around. A look of disgust on Angelica’s face and she laughs. She wishes she would’ve meet her in university. “Here comes the dicks.” Her arms crossed. She knows her friend’s just upset because she’s been on ‘cleaning duty’. Some old fart told her that it’s better for a woman to be doing a ‘womans job’.

She’s just glad that— “Eve!” Speak of the devil. Issac comes running up with a wide grin. All teeth in it as he eyes her up and down making her bite back a shiver.

“That ain’t my name.” Gritting through her teeth as politely as she can. He’s been insistent on calling her that. It was cute in the beginning but now it’s just downright annoying. “What’s going on?”

“You’ll always be my Eve.” He laughs, his hands on his hips. Leaning forward, “No, no, just wanted to tell you that they’re passing out some more rations.” Her eyebrows perk up and even Angelica looks shocked. Angelica’s lips purse as she stands closer.

“Thought we were running low?” He looks at Angelica, his fingers flexing a lil as his left foot shifts a bit.

“We are but,” he pauses as he looks back from the friend to her. “We found some deer a couple weeks ago and we’ve been getting it ready to share it. Isn’t that wonderful, Eve?” He steps closer getting more in her space.

“Couple weeks ago?” Angelica muses and is shoulders tense a bit. “You mean when you came back with nothing?” Her arms crossed as she ain’t buying it. Angelicas’ never liked Issac, been more vocal about him being a creep and honestly that’s what she loves about Angelica. She’s never been afraid to speak her mind. “Came back with nothing except some men dead save for your friends. Strange ain’t it?” He turns his head towards her, his green eyes staring at her as his hands flexes again.

“We found a deer but didn’t want to say anything incase it’s infected. As for the men that died, I told you. Zombies attacked us.”

“Was that before or after you found this miraculous deer?”

Her hand touches on Angelica’s shoulder as Issac and her are having a stand off. The atmosphere shifting and she swears she could hear a pin drop. “Angelica.” She says and then looks to Issac and her, “A deer was found that’s all that matters.” Her friend scoffs and backs away. Walking away to cool off..

“You should’t be friends with her, Eve.” Watching Angelica leave before he turns and faces her fully. “My dads gonna announce some things when the food is passed out in the church. I’ll save you a seat.” He doesn’t offer, he never offers and always expects her to sit next to him.

“I appreciate that but I’m already sitting with Angelica.”

His hand reaches up and puts a hair behind her ear. It takes everything in her to not shove his hand away. “A pity. You need better friends.” A grin spreads on his face and she takes a step back.

Later that night when the food from the deer was passed the priest announced that he will be taking more of a leadership role, “Just until a vote happens.” He smiles wide and some of the men and even the woman are happy about it. Angelica had her concerns about it but nothing could be done. A couple months go by and the ones that tried to be leader would either get sick or somehow die. Of course, her friend called it suspicious.

“Georgie was the last person to try for it and he went on a scavenging group and somehow died by a zombie attack.” She says hotly, she hasn’t let it go and has spoken about it again and again. “Georgie was built like a brick house and knew his way with a knife and you’re telling me that he somehow died but not Issac or Issac’s friends?” She scoffs and scrubs the dishes.

It has been suspicious. Especially with the way things have been turning within the group. More and more women are put in ‘womanly’ roles. The men have outright refused to wash or clean things. Mandatory church meetings whenever the priest feels ‘called’ to say something too. Even she’s been takin off the scavenging groups finally. The men even tried to take her fathers rifle from her.

Doesn’t help that people have been on edge, everyone thinks the rations might be bad or spoiled since a good amount have been getting sick. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, but you need to keep it down. Ange,” her friend walks off in a huff, “Ange, come on.” Her hand reaches out and grabs hers. “I trust you. You know I do. If you say it’s weird then I believe you.” Her voice softer as she looks at her friend.

“Look I think we sho—“ the sound of a bell ringing cuts her off. “Great.” Glaring in the direction of the church. “What has he been called to speak about now.” Normally the loud noises would attract the attention of the zombies but cars and some wooden fences have been used as walls. Along with patrols, their relatively safe. “Let’s get this over with.”

The people move closer to the church, the cold making people bundle up as much as possible. Texans aren’t built for the cold. More for heat and crazy hurricanes. Everyone thinks it’s somewhere near February. Maybe early April since sometimes it can still be cold. One of the reasons why everyone’s been snappy lately. Typically, animals should be coming back since Spring is slowly creeping up. “Yeah,” she murmurs in agreement, “Let’s hear what he has to say now and move along.”

The priest smiles at everyone coming in, not like anyone has a choice. His Bible prepped as he speaks on the pulpit. He drones on and on about sin and that the sinners outside the walls are trying to lead people astray, the sinners being the zombies and anyone not in town. Something she’s found weird. He keeps speaking and she looks around bored until he says something that makes her tense. “And as for the lovely woman of our town. God has put on my heart that it is now time for us to repopulate the earth. Even some of the man has said that they’ve felt God’s call to marry some of the woman here.”

Her blood runs cold as she can feel eyes on her. Angelica moves her hand to grip hers. “I would be more than happy to marry off people in our lovely town. I think it’s time for marriage and eventually… children.” The smile he gives doesn’t feel right. She doesn’t like the way he says children. Doesn’t like how she just knows Issac is staring at her. Hair standing up on the back of her neck.

Finally, the sermon ends and she leaves quickly with Angelica in tow. “We need to leave.” Angelica pulls her aside. “I don’t like this one bit. Not shittin on any Christian here but this feels more like a man-made call than God’s call.” And she can’t help but agree. They know they can’t just outright leave. They have no preserves and no way of knowing how bad it is out there since they aren’t allowed out anymore. None of the woman are.

Tensions rising in the town as the men have made proposals but the woman that have been proposed to would say no. The priest would mention how it isn’t right to go against God’s word but he understood by saying, “The ladies are just nervous about having such fine suitors.”

Things changed in the coming months, when Spring slowly started getting warmer. Summer on the horizon. People are still dying on the scavenging groups and people aren’t getting as sick from the rations. Unmarried women are no longer allowed anywhere without a chaperon because of ‘safety’ reasons. “Ladies aren’t as strong as our fellow men. The Lord has implored that we protect the weak and feebler bodies.”

Issac has been more and more insistent with being her chaperone even with Angelica always being around. He’s been hovering more around her, and she hates it especially when he keeps getting in her bubble. Someone tugs on her hand and then pulls her into a closet. “Hey!”

“Shh!” A hand presses to her and she relaxes as she recognized that Angelica is the one that grabbed her. “They’re kicking out some of the woman that has been saying no to getting married.”

“What?”

“Lily, you remember her? Button nose Lilly,” she nods and Angelica continues, “Sam’s been trying to marry her for weeks now. I just overheard Issac saying that he and the men are going to take her stuff and kick her out.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead fucking serious.” Her stare hard as she leans against the wall. “We need to leave.”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere but here. I’ve told Tommy no 10 times already. If I’m going to get kicked out then I want to do it on my own terms.” Her hand reaches out and grabs hers. “Come with me. No more Issac. No more town. Just us.” Her thumbs rub on her hand. “We can leave this all behind us. Finally visit New York like you were telling me about.”

Thinking it over as she always does, careful and cautious, as she looks at Angelica. “Ange, I…”

“Look I.. I like you,” her eyes widen but Angelica still speaks, “and I don’t want to leave if you don’t. I’ll get kicked out anyways but Issac.” Her face sours. “I know he won’t let you leave. He’s been obsessed with you. I don’t like it. I don’t like how he stares at you.”

“You like me?”

“Is that all you got out of what I said?” Angelica frowns and then slowly smiles. Pulling her closer as she smiles. “Yes, dingus. I like you. Have for a while and I—“ the sound of a bell ringing again and she growls in frustration. Stepping back but a hand grabs Angelica and pulls her close to press a chaste kiss that makes her gasp.

“I like you to.”

“You Motherfucker.” A blush spreading and she glares lightheadedly. Holding her hand as they walk out the closet to listen to what the priest has to say. The sermons have been getting more and more strict. More far-right Christian ideals. The priest stands at the front of the church welcoming everyone in like he always does. His beady eyes stare at her and as she holds Angelica’s hand.

They sit at a back pew, whispering their plan as the priest talks. The men saying their amens as the woman, at least some of them are speaking. “It is with a heavy heart that I must say that Lily White will no longer be in our town.” Some gasps in the congregation as she holds tighter to Angelica’s hand. “From now on, a woman must marry if they are for their hand in marriage. The men have all been called to marry certain woman. To deny that is to deny God. We cannot allow sin and disobedience to be in our town.” They both look at each other and as soon as the sermon ends they nearly run out.

Green eyes watching as they rush out. Not stopping until they are in their shared room. “We need to leave, Ange.” Angelica nods and immediately starts packing their things.

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Ren’s Masterlist

Hello, hello, names Ren or Rennor. As stated in BIO I’m a sucker for dumb facts and I find them absolutely sexy. I’m not the best writer but I will at least try. Figured that with the new year that I’ll actually start writing finally. I just wanna have some fun and make some friends along the way. Enjoy!

This is Strictly a MINORS DNI+18 AND UP ONLY!! If you are under age then begone! I’m not responsible for what you consume so don’t come at me.

Most of my works will have some degree of Smut, Fluff, Angst, and whatever’s in-between. I’ll always tag accordingly and put warnings first.

Requests are OPEN unless stated otherwise.

The World We Knew Masterlist - Zombie COD AU. Who doesn’t like Zombies and 141?

Currently: Not Finished

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Of Beasts, Magic, and Man Masterlist- Monster and Magic COD AU. Hybrids and Monsters and Magic oh my!

Currently: Not Started

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Mustang Inquiries - An OC only in name that is mainly for One-Shots and Short Stories with our favorite COD Characters.

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