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I want to live comfortably in a zombie apocalypse(hotd fanfic

Being thrusted into an fictional world is a dream for some and a nightmare for others. For atlas it might be a mix of both. Does he have what it takes to start anew on this life? Juggling relationships and building trust. You can't survive alone in the apocalypse but is it really worth the headache? Luckily for him, he has a few unique skills under his belt that if used properly could set him up for a good life regardless of what life throws at him.

Alassane_Uslene · Anime und Comics
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22 Chs

CHAPTER 11

"Hey guns, support Saeko, I'll take care of the other side,"

We're on the highway fighting zombies, waiting for the two idiots to arrive. It really is stupid that we left this to chance. I've already changed the past, I don't know if the future will stay the same. This is a chance for me to see, a not so small part of me is hoping the vehicle ramp won't be there so I can be done with their nonsense but I'm not such an optimistic person.

"you sure you'll be fine?" Kohta asks.

"trust me," there we go again, using these words on the daily will make them subconsciously begin to trust me. I should know manipulator is my middle name. Trust me bro.

I charge the enemy, taking their unlives with one fell swoop, I aim for the head and nothing else, I don't think the virus can be carried in their blood seeing as they are clinically dead. No blood circulation, so it's probably safe to assume it is only carried in the saliva. That being said I'm not aiming to get scratched anyway. If one of my own does, I can at least comfort them in such a way.

The mind works in a funny way, it can cure a man so long as he believes it will be cured. Your expectations for feeling better can make you actually begin to feel better when you're sick.

This is my chance to rack up zombie kills, that shop is waiting for me, I haven't had a chance to look at it yet. I'm not even sure how it works. Will I have to kill one hundred zombies to buy one tub of toothpaste. Urgh! I'd rather lose such a useless feature if it comes to that. I hate useless systems.

It doesn't take long for me to clear the field on my side. I turn over to Saeko and see that she's also making fine progress. Kohta however, seems to be running out of ammo. I rush over to their side and lend a helping hand. Getting more brownie points in the process. Who's this strong reliable man you can trust? That would be me.

I remember Takashi appears at the last moment in a cool ass entrance and helps finish off the mini horde. Now his brownies are mine. I wonder, how much more can I milk during this crucial moment. I have the attention of my group right now. This I s where you either make or break yourself.

Just imagine being all cool in a fight and then saying some retarded shit afterwards. It has an even more negative effect on your character. This happens especially when there's a character who wants to hide his abilities. While I don't particularly dislike when this happens I do hate when it happens for no good reason. When their hiding does them more harm than good. It's annoying.

So now that leaves the question, what will I do now? The answer is obvious if you think about it. Desire. I have a great body so I'll use it to my advantage. Does this make me a slut? What? No! You're thinking too much into this. I have skills, it would be a shame not to use them.

Thinking this, I take off my school jacket, and unbutton some of the buttons on my shirt. My sleeves are rolled back and I'm fanning myself with the shirt, giving the audience a sneak preview. The response is nice. Just as I expected. We are only human at the end of the day. How interesting we are.

"i knew you were strong, but I didn't expect you to be this talented," Saeko praises me as she moves closer to me. How bold you are.

"please it's nothing, I'm just using what I learned from you," humility is a virtue. Everyone should have it. It makes you look even better.

"still, thank you for the support, things were about get pretty ugly before you showed up," Saeko, don't say that when you were smiling crazily a few moments ago. Damn that stupid sexy savage grin of yours. I'll get scaroused.

"wow that was amazing, good job," that's Shizuka, I don't think she understands the situation we're in fully. So I return her smile.

"yeah, way to go man," that's my guy Kohta, I nod at him.

"hmph I guess you weren't too bad," tsundere, I'll make sure you pay for this.

Kikyo is still silent. Man now I really need to talk to her.

Before I can broach the subject, I hear the sound of a motorbike. Rei is back. Yay. They look around and see the state of the zombies around us. Rei who probably doesn't even notice runs over to Shizuka and hugs her. Takashi on the other hand has a complicated expression on his face.

Does he know it was me? Or perhaps he wanted to get brownie points from Saeko? I guess we'll never know.

Still, he goes over to her, and ignores everyone else completely, especially me considering I'm right next to her.

"Busujima-senpai, I'm back,"

"it's good to see you made it back in one piece,"

I walk away from them, no point in staying there so I can get jealous because of a woman that isn't mine. Feelings are silly things. Which makes me wonder? How am I going to do this love thing that I was talking so much about. I may have been crazy at the time. Who would share? Not me.

But it's saeko, I must have her and then Saya I must get back at her. Well, we'll see how things go. If it fails it fails, what can I do then? Cry and die?

I have some time now so let's see what this shop is all about… give me back my shit! I'm gonna start a war with you guys… maybe not, I can't fight against the upper echelons. I'm now pissed, reason being I only have access to a rock a lockpick, no soap or deodorant or a bag at least to loot stuff. I need to kill one hundred more before the next open up. I don't even know if I'll get guns. Man this is just bull…

"we can't cross here," someone asks but I'm not really listening.

"no we can't,"

"well what do we do then?"

Goodbye my dreams of being prophet, or master chief. Goodbye just cause grappling hook. You will be missed.

I know this could be worse but they really can't, I'd rather have nothing, not even expectations than be excited about something only for it to turn out to be mediocre as hell. Whatever, I'll make the most out if it. You can't trust anyone but yourself on the things that really matter.