#slimecicle zombie apocalypse

[cookies-and-scream-art]

Here's a drawing of patient zero tommy

I drew it back in March after I watched slimecicle's 100 days video for the first time (I literally watched it exactly a year after it came out) and its probably one of my favorite youtube videos of all time :)

I think that the whole patient zero concept is really cool and actually it inspired me to make a patient zero zombie character of my own (not that I've actually developed that character at all lol)

Also sorry for the weird lightning in the pic

[eclipsed-sun-and-moon]

slimecicle's zombie apocalypse video is so underrated

like all the characters, the plot *chefs kiss*

[silmecicle]

My obsession with Zombie Apocalypse media has not been helped by Sorry Boys.

Not the proudest of this one, but it took a bit and i like the colouring kind of. Bleah.

[codgod]

safe n cosy :]

[spacedustmantis]

charlie slimecicle is like barbie in the sense that he too can be anything

[nezavarenaya]

‼️TW sensitive content

qsmp zombie apocalypse au! its all just started from my friend had a random thought and we got a fix :'D

//eggs are humanisated to show the infection easier

[spitesprite]

In the years following a zombie apocalypse, Charlie fights to survive every day in the harsh wastelands left behind. After finding a child abandoned in an old day care, he vows to protect her from the undead, but little does he know, someone’s looking for her.

Here is my finished piece for @enderpearlnecklace 's fic, I laugh like me again, she laughs like you for the @mcytblraufest ! It was a blast to make, close ups and no text version under the cut, and be sure to check out Zoey's wonderful fic, it's an amazing read

[rockin-it-rusty]

Ok so the apocalypse happens, years go by, Charlie is just chilling out in abandoned cities not in civilizations (I'll explain why later), but he does stop in nearby occupied citys for extra supplies and sometimes he gets hired as guides for travelling parties or to deliver messages to other cities. One day he gets hired by Mariana to deliver him and his daughter to a far away city (qsmp) he does that, they bond a shit ton. The reason Charlie doesn't stay in any cities is;

1. They almost always go to shit with leadership

2. He's partially infected

Like twice a month or something he turns from anywhere to 1 - 6 hours then goes back to normal. He has like a minute or two of warning, so he keeps zip ties in his bag and zips his hand together and walks off so he doesn't hurt his clients.

After guiding Mariana and Flippa to Qsmp, he heads back to his abode (very lonely and depressed) but runs into the Sorry boys cast! Ranboo has the same partly infected thing as Charlie and shows him that black light can combat the virus. The group gets back to the original civilization and Ranboo and Tommy stay while Wilbur Phil and Charlie go to Qsmp and end up staying

The autism is autisming

The zombies work similarly to the one from Dying light

[enderlaithdraws]

Crumb, Ranboo, Wilbur, and Charlie in the zombie apocalypses pt.1 w.i.p.

And a look into the creative process :D I'm giving this concept the title of "Zombie Apocalypse with The Crew"

Ranboo has a pistol (you can kinda see it on his right side) but his weapon of choice is a metal bat and a bowie knife. He calls it "The WACK N STAB"

I'm very proud of my nails into the crumbverses. Also I'm thinking about maybe the crew has a 5th member who is a doll or something of the sort. Just so they can joke around and keep high moral.

You can see that he is wearing no armor but some cloth and duct tape arm guards and goggles. In my mind the apocalypse happened before there was ample time to react. Meaning that the gear they have is mostly fast makeshift items from common objects. Any extra things like the guns each person has or extra apparel is from looting.

Also... Jorts <3

I'd say that at some point Charlie got lost and when he started following any human voice he could hear, he ended up right behind Ranboo. Who, instinctively stabbed what they thought was a zombie. mans took an L and a flesh wound.

The batchette is an idea from Instructables on Pinterest. I saw it while getting inspo and I could hear Charlie half screaming "Oh. my. gorshes... guys this power drill has given me a gift from God! BEHOLD... THE BATCHETTE!!!" Original image linked to this picture if you wanna get a better idea of what it looks like.

Wilbur! I feel the need to change face shape a bit to better represent him. Basically everything on him has a story. What he was wearing at the initial invasion and start of the apocalypse was a white button up shirt and black pants. He was on his way to meet with a tour manager in a café but chaos is unleashed before he can. Later on traded out some looted boots for his dress shoes. And looted the harness which he uses to hold items against his body and keep them from noisily bouncing around in a bag or pocket. At some point he gets stuck in a house in the country side that has been nearly untouched. But he knows it's only a matter of time before he is found by his predators. He has no way of communicating to the group and needs to fend for himself as long as it takes to reconnect. Which could be months. For that reason he finds an undershirt so he can unbutton his dress shirt and have more mobility. He takes down a large curtain and uses it to wrap around his legs as armor. (Think about it, its hard to bite or stab through a thick curtain.) And just cuts his pants so that it doesn't encumber him. (He doesn't take them off because the curtains are only covering his legs. Plus pockets are good for survival)

Once he's done with the curtain he finds some metal roller skate knee pads to help hold them in place and realizes that the curtain rod would make a decent weapon. Continuously looting the house he finds four kitchen knifes and some ninja stars in a bedroom (likely belonging to the family edgy teen) then attaches them using a hand held blow torch from the garage.

When the night comes he is barricaded in a top bedroom and there are zombies pounding on the door. It is a moonless, pitch black night and the little bit of light points out the glimmer of a golden cross necklace atop a bedside table. While he is no man of God. He can use all the help he can get. And continues to wear it even when he is safe. Not in a religious way, but in an idea that there is a greater good out there. And the world will be reborn again... someday.

rando in the back: *sniffs and wipes a singular tear from his eye* tHat is sO beUtIfUL..

So yeah that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed this sneak peak and if you have any ideas or wanna join in lemme know! While I am doing this for fun I would love it others could enjoy it too. So if you like it or think your friends/viewers would, then please Reblog. :D but what ever you do, have a good day!

BACK TO DRAWING AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[olivexii]

⚠️ - 100 days

Charlie Slimecicle x f!reader

Chapter 2

Tw: Violence, gore, language

Based on the film by Slimecicle

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The journey back to Charlie’s base was long and strenuous. You had gotten lost, Charlie leading you the wrong way multiple times, as well as it being dark.

Many zombies swarmed around the both of you as you hid up in the trees, trying to stay out of reach.

“Why do I hear them everywhere now?” Charlie sighed as he leaned over the edge of a branch.

“Charlie don’t lean that far over you’re going to fall…” You reached for him and grabbed the back of his shirt just in case.

“I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about how we’re going to get back without being eaten alive. Oh no, there’s a bunch over there too.” He pointed in the distance towards the direction of the base.

“It’s alright,” I re-assured him, “I’m sure there’ll be an opening at some point, then we can make a run for it.”

“Oh man, it’s only the start of the night as well. We might be here for hours!”

“Can you calm down for 5 minutes and help me look for an opening please?” Unlike him you didn’t loose hope.

“Alright, alright, little miss hopeful.” He mumbled the last part with an attitude.

You chose to ignore it and look around through the leaves for a gap in the swarm of zombies.

Eventually a cow walked past close to the tree you were both sitting on, temporarily distracting the zombies so they swarmed to only one side of the tree.

“Okay okay, now’s the time. Jump onto that shorter tree then we can make a run for it up that hill.” He moved without thinking and immediately jumped to the smaller tree.

You followed behind him quickly, stumbling when you landed.

“Be careful,” Charlie said as he wrapped a hand around your arm, holding you steady “won’t be very nice of you fall to the ground and I have to watch you being eaten.”

“Wouldn’t be very nice for me either.” You replied quickly.

Charlie then jumped onto the raised ground, the zombies still distracted by the cow.

“C’mon, I’ll catch you again.” He joked and you rolled your eyes, getting ready to jump.

This time you didn’t stumble, and landed on the ground steadily.

“Right let’s go before they follow us.” Charlie turned around and began walking up the hill, away from the city and towards his base, with you trailing behind.

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When you were a few minutes from his base the grumbles of zombies grew louder, causing panic in him and you.

You both began walking faster, constantly checking your surroundings with weapons drawn at your sides.

“Go go go,” Charlie said quickly as he opened the wooden door to his base, rushing in with you behind him.

“And in.” He sighed in relief as he slammed the door behind you.

His base was entirely made out of wood, lit up with a few torches and a ladder leading up in the middle.

“There’s one bed on the second floor. We can take turns sleeping and keeping watch.” He told you as he emptied the contents of his backpack into a chest.

“Great, I’ll take the first watch then.” You stated.

“No, no. I’m taking the first one,” he turns around to face you, “firstly, you need the rest and secondly I’m not even tired. And don’t even try and protest.”

“Okay fine, but if you try anything while I’m sleeping, or if you kill me, then I will kill you.” You glared at him, still not fully trusting him.

“H-how can you kill me if you’re dead?” He let out a short laugh and shook his head. “Anyway, just go up the ladder and have a snooze, I’ll wake you up in an hour or so.”

He turned back around and put food into the furnace to cook.

You began climbing the ladder up to the second floor, there was less candles up there and only a singular white bed.

“Wow, how homely.” You jokingly whispered as you placed your back pack down beside the bed, sitting down on it.

You placed the knife underneath the pillow, just in case, and took off your jacket to make yourself more comfortable.

As you lay down, the crackling sound of the furnace below became white noise, along with Charlie’s quiet foot steps.

Your hand was placed on the knife underneath the pillow, making you feel more re-assured as you drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to Charlie shaking your shoulder softly.

“Y/N?” he whispered, as if he was scared to wake you up.

You grumbled in reply and looked up to the taller man with your hand shielding the top of your eyes, quickly grabbing and stuffing the knife from under the pillow into your trouser pocket when he wasn’t looking.

“I let you sleep for a bit longer than an hour, you looked comfortable. But not i’m getting really tired and I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake any longer.” He said drowsily.

“Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute to wake up.” You yawned in reply, his hand still on your shoulder.

As soon as you sat up on the bed he sat down next to you, eyes half lidded.

You turned your head to look at him and made eye contact.

“I didn’t… thank you properly before, Charlie. When you saved my life in the city. “

“Oh uhm, you don’t need to say thank you. I think it’s nice to have the company. And you being alive of course.” He stumbled over his words in tiredness.

“Yeah, but I want to say thank you,” you placed your hand over his resting one on the bed. “I probably would’ve starved to death or would have been eaten if it wasn’t for you.”

He brought his hand not resting underneath yours up to his face, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Good thing I was there then.” He chuckled and tilted his head to the right, still making eye contact with you.

“You need to sleep, I’ll take watch.” You broke the long eye contact with him and stared down at your hands.

“Thank you, I’m so tired.” He said while going to lay on his side, you now sitting at the end of the bed.

He soon fell asleep and you climbed back down the ladder into the well lit floor.

The mumbles of zombies were distant, meaning you had nothing to worry about at the moment. But you still looked out the windows every now and again cautiously, knife in hand, as Charlie’s soft snores and breathing could be heard from upstairs.

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A/N: sorry if this is short but it’s 2am 😔😔

[silmecicle]

would u let him in ur houhse :3

[meadowsmawce]

"i'm fine... i'm fine..."

extra versions below

w/ lighting

w/o blood, bruises

[the0retically]

My dad everyday tries to look for new “summer camp horror movies” and at this point I’m just tempted to start recommending Ranboo’s horror game plays or Charlie’s 100 Day Zombie video

[misledmiseries]

BAM

tcd scar meet 100da charlie 

imagine, Charlie haunted by eldritch goat meets blood soaked scar playing fireman with zombies *with his fun time sledge hammer* in the canned beans aisle in a supermarket

[sardonic-the-writer]

↳ summary: you had never been too good at meeting new people. much less in the midst of a world ending apocalypse

↳ navigation: one hundered days

↳ song: one hundered days playlist

masterlist!

"Wake up."

Wind blew across the top of the building, the jacket you were using as a makeshift blanket flapping in the wind.

"Wake up."

Sun beams peaked through the mountain of clouds that had gathered overhead. It looked like rain.

"WAKE UP."

Air filled your lungs as you jolted upright—gasping for air.

The sight of daylight you were met with almost made you regret opening your eyes in the first place, no matter how muted it was.

A cough worked its way out of your mouth. The feeling of sandpaper on sandpaper became apparent as you noted your dry mouth and tounge, which would have been worrisome if you didn't have bigger things to handle.

Your pulse was skyrocketing as you did their best to locate the source of the booming voice that so rudely had woken you up. But you barely had time to rub at your eyes—vision trying desperately to adjust—before a deep, guttural groan stood the hairs on the back of your neck upright.

You wasted no time whipping around. Hands wildly grabbed for the make-shift pillow/backpack behind you, fumbling with a jammed zipper for a moment before pulling out an innocent looking kitchen knife. Early morning sun glinted off the handle for a split second as you unsheathed it, blade as clean as a pair of freshly shined shoes.

Well, at least until it was plunged deep into the gut of a zombie.

Black blood sprayed all across your— thankfully clothed—torso and your unfortunately not so clothed face as the zombie crumbled to the floor limply, already devoid of whatever sort of life it used to have.

You made sure to scramble away from the lump of rotting flesh, wiping away the blood on your skin before it seeped into any open cuts or nicks you might have.

A pool of the very same inky tinted blood had already started to form. Bubbles popped and steam sizzled off the surface of the liquid. It mad you recall how terrified you had been when first seeing the seemingly dangerous properties of the substance—at least until you discovered it was only life threatening to certain plants.

Tearing your eyes away from the scene was an easy task. You had no intention of reliving the first time you had slayed a handful of undead after all.

One quick glance around the surroundings granted you some knowledge about their current situation. The stairs you had so carefly closed off last night had apparently been broken through by the zombie laying silently at their feet. Splinters of wood lay across the ground, holding the promise of more incoming zombies if you didnt get out of there. And fast, judging by the increasingly loud sounds of more undead from below.

The stairs were quickly weighed out as an option. While you were all about getting those sweet near death experiences in, it was too early in the morning to be chased down flights of stairs by a zombie hoard.

So the edge of the building would have to do.

Scooping up their one and only bag, you wasted no time in attaching your knife to your hip and scaling down the side of the building. The petrifying sound of moaning zombies was left behind as you lowered yourself down on some conveniently placed vines. Almost as if someone had planted them for this exact purpose.

If that was the truth, then they did a shitty job in securing these fuckers.

The thick vegetation gave way without warning, your footing quick to follow suit as they let out a yelp. Fear spiked through your heart. Thinking as quickly as you could, you jumped off of the brick surface—attempting to tuck and roll across the dead grass below. But mid-roll something went wrong. You felt your shoulder pop, and unbelievable pain rippling through your bones like molten lead.

A muffled scream bubbled in your throat. Painful red bite marks appeared on your hand from stuffing it in your mouth, stifling the painful howl you yearned to release.

Standing up and sprinting away from the building as fast as they could, you winced everytime your shoulder would thump uselessly against your side. The thing must be dislocated, and that knowlage sent you into a frensy. It did nothing to slow your pace however, all too aware of the hoard of infected behind you yearning for a taste of flesh. Your flesh. The shoulder could be dealt with later; when you weren't in any more life threatening situations.

"Fuck, shit pussy ass balls. Goddamnit it—" You openingly cursed as you sped down the cracked streets and weaved through abandoned cars. Now that practically every zombie in the area had been attracted by the sound of their own kind moaning and groaning while chasing you, you figured you were allowed the luxury of cursing loudly right before you died a painful death. Hence why they were trying to fit every lewd word known to man in one sentence.

And—

Wait what the fuck was that.

Tan blocks that looked to be an off colored peach came into view. Torches dotted the outside, a few freshly lit while others shed cold ashes. It was a giant wall, with only a couple of fence posts in the middle acting as a disfunctional door.

The confusing structure was blocking a bridge that stretched over a body of water; right smack dab in the middle of where you were trying to run. And banking off of the ever louder growing sounds of snarling, there were some zombies taking swimming lessons down there. So the river wasn't an option.

You settled for running up to the wooden fence part and banging desperately on it with your only available arm.

"Please! Is anyone there? I need help! Please let me in, I promise I won't do anything just, please!" You yelled—no, screamed. Desperation dripped from your voice, eyes wide and pupils shaking with terror.

Only when a horribly loud growl rang out did yoy finally look back at the danger and away from salvation.

A zombies horrible face came into view, a meer couple of feet away from your own. One eye dangled out of its socket, the creatures lips having been what looks like ripped off so all that was left was a gruesome show of gums and bloody teeth.

And oh god the smell.

You knew that horrible stench would be the last thing that you ever smelled. Poisoning your body untill you were one of them. Just a mindless monster waiting for their next meal; caring about nothing else in the world but to kill.

And then you were being pulled away from it by the skin of your forearm.

Fuck that hurt.

The sound of something being slammed closed reached your ears, partially muffling out enraged groans. Feet, legs, and arms all tangled together as you tripped into something else, going down hard on your side. Conveniently right on your dislocated shoulder.

Heart hammering in your rib cage, you bit your tounge and screwed their eyes shut in barely contained agony. If this was hell on earth, you couldn't wait to see what the afterlife eventually had in store for you.

"Hold on. This uh, this might hurt a bit."

You barely had time to register that someone was talking, much less touching your arm, before a snap jostled their entire body upwards.

This time a scream did rip through the confines of your chapped lips, prompting your eyes to snap open with pain.

You were met with the surprising sight of an almost charmingly awkward smile and vibrant green eyes.

"Uh, sorry?"

You just stared.

"Oh sorry. Where are my post apocalyptic manners. Its not everyday I meet someone who doesnt follow a strickly flesh filled diet." The new person said with a cautious yet cheery grin, slowly standing up and backing away.

"My names Charlie. Nice to meet you."