Chapter Text
-Race’s POV-
CRASH!
That was the noice I heard from downstairs. I checked the time on my phone- 12:08.
What the hell is going on? I thought, as I grabbed my prosthetic leg and started to put it on. I hated how it took me so long to just put it on and off.
I thought it was just Jack grabbing a snack in the middle of the night like he usually does, and just maybe knocked something over.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. As I walked downstairs, I saw the window open and smashed, the cold air blowing in and the curtains blowing in the cool breeze. Thankfully, I don’t think whoever was down there saw me.
As I rushed back upstairs, I went straight to Medda’s room.
“Medda!” I whisper-yelled to her, tapping her on the shoulder to try and wake her up.
“What is it Race…? It’s…” She paused mid sentence to check her phone. “12:10. What do you-”
“There’s someone downstairs.” I cut her off mid sentence without even thinking about it.
She paused. “Go get Jack and Crutchie and stay in here.” She said sternly, getting up and reaching into her drawer to grab something. A gun. I mean, I wasn’t very surprised- I knew she had one in case something like this ever happened.
As she went downstairs, I tried to be as quiet as I could while waking Jack and Crutchie up.
“Dude. Wake up.” I shook Jack awake. “What?! Race it’s to early for this shit so you better have a damn good reas-”
“I’ll explain later.” He sat up and had this worried look on his face once he said that.
“Race…what’s goin’ on?” He asked nervously but sternly. There was a moment of silence before I said it. “Theres someone downstairs. Now c’mon!” I practically dragged him out of bed.
“Go wait in Meddas room- I have to get Crutchie.” “Jack- you know I can do that mysel-” “Just go. I’ll be there in a second.” I stopped dead in my tracks. I just nodded and made my way to Medda’s room.
Not even a minute later, Jack came back into the room with Crutchie.
The two of them came over to sit next to me in the corner later. Not even half a minute later-
BANG! BANG!
Shots rang out from downstairs. I covered my ears as quickly as I could, trying to get the ringing in my ears to stop. Nothing worked. I could hear screaming coming from downstairs.
Crutchie must’ve had the same idea. Their eyes were glued shut, hands over their ears tightly, in a desperate attempt to not hear it all. But nothing worked.
Until it just…stopped. I took my hands off of my ears- the ringing was barley noticeable now, and it kept fading until it disappeared.
Jack eventually stood up after a good minute or two, shaking.
“What now? What the hell even was that?!” Crutchie muttered in a whisper- trying to keep quiet. “I…I don’t know.” Jack replied after a second, keeping his eyes on the wall in front of him, as if he were trying to search for an answer.
“Well we can’t stay here.” I uttered in a harsh whisper and got up and started to make my way to the door.
“What are you doing?” Crutchie asked. “I’m going downstairs to see what the hell happened.”
“Oh fuck no! Are you crazy?!” Jack said while taking his gaze off of the wall and towards me, where my hand was already on the doorknob.
“Maybe.” Was all I said while I opened the door and made my way down the steps.
I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
Once I left the kitchen, taking small steps while trying to keep my volume down, I saw it.
It didn’t even look human at that point. What the fuck? Ok but seriously- what the fuck was in our living room? It was something like a…zombie. What? No. You’re crazy, Race. Zombies aren’t real you god damn idiot.
Well, that was a lie. The creature lunged towards me, ready to bite. It was all so sudden.
In a instant, I brung the knife towards the zombies neck and sliced before it even got the chance to bite me.
I watched in horror as it dropped to the floor, blood pooling on the floor and blood gushing out of its neck.
I froze, not knowing what to do. It limped on the floor, lifeless. I heard Jack and Crutchie come down the stairs, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at them.
“Race?” I Heard Crutchie say, nervously. I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I could only look down at the zombie on the floor with a pool of blood around it, dead. (Well- it was technically already dead, so…what do I even call it?)
“We…” Jack muttered out, struggling to find the words. “We leave tomorrow. It’s not safe here.”
I still had the knife in my hand. I was shocked that there wasn’t any blood on the oversized t-shirt I have on, or on the shorts I had on.
I was brought back upstairs, and the knife was sitting on top of my dresser while I packed. Where were we’re going? Well- we’ll just have to decide that tomorrow.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Race, Jack, and Crutchie leave- and try to find anyone else that survived last night.
Chapter Text
-Crutchie’s POV-
The next morning, we packed all of our stuff into the back of Medda’s car and left. Jack driving, me in the passenger seat, and Race choosing to drape himself over the entirety of the backseats.
“We need to find Spot.” Race said, seeming jittery. I know they’re close- so I can see why he’s acting this way- but I’m just hoping we can find him after…yeah.
Jack started to pull out of the driveway. “We’ll try to find some more survivors. But after last night…” He paused. “I’m not sure.”
Race just gave a nod and brought his knee up to his chest- resting his cheek on it. He looked away, this sad look in his eyes.
-Spot’s POV-
When I saw a shit ton of zombies outside of my house last night, my first thought was to pack everything up and run.
It was all a blur- honestly. I remember shoving my bag filled with clothes and tons of other stuff I wanted to have on me into the passenger seat of my pickup truck and just left.
The one thing I remember grabbing that I really needed was a gun. There was one in my parents room, (hated those fuckers by the way,) and so I took it. Not like I wanted them to have it anyway.
So now I’m sitting in my truck, just now waking up in the parking lot of an abandoned Walmart parking lot. I mean- everything in the store would still probably be good to have. Nobody’s there anyway because of last night.
I don’t think that’s a good idea…The voice in the back of my head told me. Nonsense. I grabbed my handgun. I’m hungry- so I’m gonna try and get something to eat in here or die trying.
I walked into the store with only one thought on my mind- snacks. Especially those damn cosmic brownies. Love those damn things.
Groans were heard behind me. In the blink of an eye I turned around and pulled the gun out of my pockets, (which I was very surprised to find out that it could fit the gun inside,) standing face to face with a zombie. Shit…uhm…
I mean…its just standing there…do I shoot it or…
It wasn’t just standing there anymore. The thing ran towards me- and I grabbed my shotgun and shot the damn thing.
It recoiled back, until it fell backwards onto the floor. Jesus. Yeah, remember for next time, keep your gun in your hand next time instead of your pocket.
I grabbed the cosmic brownies and left.
-Race’s POV-
Last night wasn’t the only thing that was a blur.
All I know is that now the three of us were now being chased out of a Wendy’s by zombies. (What? We just wanted frostys…)
We made it back into the van and we quickly shut the doors. “DRIVE IDIOT!” I yelled at Jack as he put the key into the ignition.
“IM TRYING! GIVE ME A DAMN MINUTE!” He shouted as he slammed his foot on the pedal and we sped off.
“Damn zombies…” Crutchie muttered while taking a bite out of their chocolate frosty. (Because yes, we did NOT just risk it all just for us to leave the frostys behind.)
“WAIT WAIT WAIT!” I shouted and Jack turned his head around for a split second before looking back at the road. “What?!” He asked.
“I can recognize that truck from a mile away. PULL OVER COWBOY!” I shouted while I brought my leg from where it was previously draped over the two other seats to kick the back of his chair.
“HEY! What the hell was that for?!” Jack complained while I brought myself into my original position and while he pulled up next to Spots pickup truck in the parking lot.
“Can you two like stop yelling for two damn seconds!?” Crutchie asked before getting out of the car.
I let out a heavy groan before answering them. “You’re no fun.” Crutchie just rolled their eyes.
“SPOT!” I shouted while running over towards the boy after noticing him.
“Race?” He asked, pulling me into a hug- in which I returned.
-Spot’s POV-
With all that happened last night- my mind had blocked everything else out, with my only thought being survival. I felt so selfish.
“Thank god you’re ok.” I said softly into his shirt, trying to fight back tears. I felt horrible. (And that’s not an emotion I felt often.)
I kept my tears back and managed to keep it together until we pulled apart.
“Are you alright?” I asked the taller boy while looking him up and down, looking for any new scratches or bruises.
“Yeah, I’m fine. But what about you?” He asked, gesturing to the new cut on my arm. (That I apparently didn’t notice how much it hurt until now- ouch.)
“Don’t worry about me, I think I have something to fix it up in the truck.” He gave a nod and turned his head to face Jack and Crutchie, who stood close behind him.
After a moment of silence, Jack spoke up. “So…what are we gonna do? Stay in two separate cars or stay in one?”
We decided on just staying in my truck. After loading everything they had in Medda’s car into the bed of my truck- I got into the drivers seat, Race in the passenger seat and Jack and Crutchie in the back- we drove off, not knowing exactly why.
Chapter 3
Summary:
y’all find out just why race lost his leg n’ shit so yay, AND YOU MEET DAVEY!!!
Chapter Text
-Race’s POV-
“FIFTEEN MINUTES OR IM LEAVING YOUR ASSES HERE!” Spot shouted to Jack and Crutchie who were now walking into the 7/11.
“Sure, sure…” I heard Crutchie mutter as the two of them got farther and farther away from the truck. Honestly, I knew Spot wasn’t just gonna leave the two of them there. Well, not because he cares, but because they asked to borrow his gun. I’m surprised he let them.
Sense Jack decided that he was going to drive once the two of them got back, me and Spot got into the backseat. I needed to patch up the cut he got anyway.
It was quiet for a second until I brought out the medkit. “Do you really have to put that on there?” Spot whined as I pulled out the hydrogen peroxide from the kit.
“Yeah…but it’ll be over in a second. Don’t worry.” Spot sighed and brought his knee up to his chest, leaning his head against the window.
He let his arm out to me and I put the hydrogen peroxide (whoa, big words there,) onto his cut. Spot winced in pain as the solution dripped down onto his arm, bubbling up as it cleaned out the wound. (Which by now seemed to be a bit infected.)
“I know, I know.” Was all I said while I put the solution down and grabbed a cotton ball from the kit to get the rest off of the rest of his arm before wrapping it.
As I took out the iodine, repeating the same process as before, I was asked a question.
“If you don’t mind me asking Racer…” Spot asked, bringing his head where it was once resting against the window.
“How did you lose your leg? I mean- you don’t have to answer I’m just curious…” I took a second before I replied.
“No, you’re fine, but it’s kinda a long story.” I said while grabbing the gauze. “That alright?” He nodded in response.
“Alright…” I started to search for the words. “When I was really young, my parents orphaned me. Well, that’s what I thought. They didn’t orphan me. There was this crash, or so I’m told. A car accident. The two of them died on impact, and a good amount of my leg died with them. It pretty much got cut off. Doctors said it was ‘a miracle I was still alive.’” I chocked back a sob, but kept it together.
“Later on, once I got out of the hospital, I was placed into foster care. Nobody really wanted the kid with one leg, or the kid with ADHD, or…just me in general. They didn’t want me. I was bouncing from home to home, and eventually ended up at Medda’s.” I finished wrapping up his arm and finally managed to look back up at Spot, who had a look of sympathy and sadness in his eyes. That’s not a look he gave often.
“Race…” Was the only thing he could croak out. I just gave a nod and we sat in silence for a while. But not one that was uncomfortable. One that was…peaceful. Comfortable. I was wrapped in a hug, in which I returned, unable to contain my sobs any longer.
-Jack’s POV-
“Dude…what the fuck are we gonna tell Spot?” Crutchie asked, looking at the shelf that had no cosmic brownies on it. Spot asked for them, and I don’t know what the fuck he’s gonna say when we tell him ‘no cosmic brownies.’ He LOVES those things.
A noise was heard from about an isle away from us. We froze. “You hear that…?” I asked them, slowly turning my head to look at them. “Mhm…” Was all they said.
Crutchie snatched the gun right out of my hand. “I’ll take care of it. Just…stay here. I’ll call for you if I need you.” I gave them a nod and they were on their way.
-Crutchie’s POV-
As I walked down past the isles, adrenaline pumped through my veins as the noise got louder.
But it sound almost…human. Not groans like a zombie would make. As I passed one of the isles, the culprit caught my eye. I held up the gun, ready to shoot.
He let out a loud scream. I flinched at it, because, well, it wasn’t something I was quite expecting. “Jesus…” I muttered while looking back at the boy.
He was a whole lot taller then me, wearing a blood stained t-shirt and pajama pants. He had dark brunette hair, that was now a bit messed up. He was shaking, while he put his hands up. “Who the hell are you?” I asked the taller boy, taking a step closer towards him.
He pulled out a gun of his own. Well, shit. There’s a plot twist I guess.
“No one of your concern, why?” He tilted his head to the side. Well…what now? “Ok…” Was all I said, taking a step forward. He did the same.
“I’m being serious. Who the fuck are you?” All I asked the taller boy, trying to get some kind of an answer out of him. “Tell me your name first. Then maybe I’ll tell ya’.” Fine, if that’s what you want.
“Casey. Now will you stop being so damn stubborn and tell me your name?!” This guy was being more stubborn then ME, and that’s saying something.
“David.” The boy- no- David, said, while directing his gun to the floor. I followed and did the same thing.
“So…David…for anyone with ya’?” Ok but seriously- what the hell was I supposed to say after pointing a gun in his face?
“Just my twin sister and her girlfriend.” I gave a nod tilted my head to the side. “Follow me.”
-Jack’s POV-
Even after about 10 minutes of searching, still no cosmic brownies.
Crutchie came back with a boy, who was a lot taller then me, and had this t-shirt on paired with some pajama pants and converse- now stained with a bit of blood. He has really dark brunette hair, (which was now a bit messy,) paired with the dark brown eyes.
He’s cute, I thought. Wait- no. Stop that. The literal fucking apocalypse is no time to be crushing over a boy you just met. Jesus Jack- stay focused.
“Jack- this is David.” The taller boy gave a small wave, in which I returned and started to lean on the shelf. “He’s got a twin sister and-”
Yeah I didn’t hear much after that. I was to busy looking at David.
“HEY! Earth to Jack Kelly?” Crutchie shouted, which made me flinch and try to remember what the hell was going on.
“Focus.” Was all Crutchie said. “Mhm…” I started, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get your stuff Davey, you three are comin’ with us.” Crutchie gave me a look that was something like ‘are you serious?’ And ‘god you are SUCH a dumbass.’ I couldn’t tell which. But I knew it was probably both.
Chapter 4
Summary:
They raid an armory because they need weapons…yeah that’s abt it.
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-Race’s POV-
Stepping into the armory, I couldn’t help but just notice how many guns there were.
No seriously- it’s honestly kinda sad how easily you can get a gun in America. But that’s besides the point.
Everyone scattered, going on our own ways to find whatever we wanted.
Spot came up next to me, where I was standing in front of the daggers.
“Aren’t those kinda short?” He asked.
“Aren’t you a little short?” I said with a snicker- I don’t know why I said it.
“Jeez. Just wonderin’…but we should be going soon, I don’t know how long it’ll be until zombies end up catching up to us.”
I gave him a nod in response. “You’re right…” I said, placing the dagger I had in my hand down, turning my head to face him. “You know what you want?” I asked the shorter boy.
“Yeah- I’m just gonna grab some of the spears and probably another handgun or two.” I nodded again. “Alright- what are we waiting for? C’mon!” I grabbed his hand and took him over to where they were. (This TOTALLY wasn’t an excuse to hold his hand.)
-Jack’s POV-
There were so. Many. Options. They had so many guns I couldn’t even count them all. Some small, some larger then me. (No seriously- you should see the huge ass rifle sticking out of Crutchie’s bag.)
“Jack.” I could hear Crutchie say from behind me. I jumped. “Jesus- you gotta stop doin’ that Crutch. Scares the shit out of me.”
“I know. That’s why I do it.” The younger kid said with a sicking smile and a giggle. That fucker.
“We need to be going soon, you know.” Crutchie said while looking back at Sarah and Katherine, who were loading ammo into the back of Spots truck.
I just hummed in response, taking a second to consider my options before ultimately deciding to take the first handgun I saw.
“Let’s go.”
-Davey’s POV-
Day one of knowing these people and one of them are already sprawled all over me, sitting in my lap while I sat in the passenger seat.
The kid sitting in my lap? Well, his names Jack. He’s nice- that’s not something I’m used to though. But, I’m not necessarily used to the apocalypse either. There’s a first time for everything, I guess.
He fell asleep on me. I didn’t want to move, fearing that I’d wake the (much) shorter boy up.
Sarah had somehow convinced Spot, (I believe that’s what they called him,) to be able to drive his truck. It wasn’t easy- but she managed.
Katherine was sitting behind her, arms wrapped around the back of the chair, and onto the front of her shoulders.
Spot and (I hope I’m getting this right-) Race decided on staying in the bed of the truck, probably already asleep, while Crutchie staying in the passenger side, already asleep with their head leaning against the window.
Sarah asked me a question. “You like him, don’t you?” I was confused on what she ment.
“What- no. No, I mean…I just met him. I can’t…” I let myself trail off, not knowing what to say. I meant what I said, I didn’t necessarily like him. Not like that- anyway. But maybe…just maybe…there was part of me that does.
Chapter 5
Summary:
I genuinely don’t know what’s happening in this chapter so uhm…enjoy ig???
Chapter Text
-Race’s POV-
I was woken up by Jack shaking me awake.
“Race.” He called out. “RACE!” i jolted awake.
“What Jack…it’s way to early for this.” I said while sitting up. “What do you need? I’m tired.”
“There’s zombies up ahead. In case…we’ll we figured that I’d be best if you guys were up. We didn’t want you panicking at the sound of gunshots. Wake up Spot- just call for us if you need us.” And with that, Jack exited the bed of the truck and went back into the passenger seat inside.
Once Jack left, Spot began to stir. He seemed distressed- with his face turning into this look of both fear and anger.
He jolted awake, sitting up and hyperventilating with tears starting to fall down his face. He brought his knees up to his chest and put his head in his hands, trying to not be seen.
But it’s to late for that, I’ve already seen it. Jacks done this hundreds of times for me- let’s just hope that I can do it as well.
“Spot?” I asked him, not knowing what else to say. He didn’t respond. “Are you ok?” Wow. He’s fucking sobbing and you ask THAT? Of course he’s not ok you god damn idiot.
“I-I’m fine. Ju-” He could barley get the words out of him with how bad it was. “Just go b-back to sleep, Racer.” He wiped away some of his tears- in a desperate attempt to get himself together. It didn’t work.
“Well…considering the fact that you’re full on sobbing right now…I wouldn’t say that you’re ’fine.’ Please Spottie, (wow, that’s a new nickname,) just tell me what’s going on. I’m not trying to force you to tell me anything, but I just wanna help.” He took his head out of his hands and looked up at me, seeming to be looking for a response.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, not wanting to startle him. He nodded and I wrapped my arms around him, and he put his arms around my waist; burying his face into the crook of my neck.
“I-I’m sorry. It’s rea-really stupid. I’m fine.” His voice cracked and his tears wouldn’t stop flowing. He couldn’t get them to stop.
I brought my hand up and put it on his cheek; wiping away his tears with my thumb. (And he blushed, but that wasn’t anything anyone else needed to know.)
“Hey. It’s not stupid. I’m here to listen when you need or want to, you aren’t alone.” He looked away. I brought my other hand up to his other cheek. His face turned even redder.
“Well…” He paused, looking down like I would hit him if he told.
“You can tell me.” I stated, hoping that I could help. He looked back at me, before starting. I brought my hands back down to wrap them around him again.
BANG! BANG!
Two gunshots rang out from the backseat of the truck. I hated how much it reminded me of the initial night of the outbreak. Two two of us flinched at it. Right…that’s what Jack woke me up about…I knew I was forgetting something…shit.
He was shaking. Spot Colon was shaking like crazy. I’ve never seen him like this.
“Hey. It’s alright- I’ve got you.” I tried to calm him down. I’ve never felt shittier. The ONE REASON I was woken up was to know about the shots.
“I’m sorry. I-I’m a mess.” Was all he said. I still couldn’t believe it. Spot Colon, of all people, seemed so small. So fearful.
BANG! BANG!
Two more shots rang out unexpectedly. We were quick to cover our ears. “Y-you ok?” Spot asked me. I hummed in response.
The back window of the truck that leads to the bed opened. None other then Crutchie, who’s rifle was still in their hand. “You two ok out here? Sorry about that- but I-” They stopped themself. Crutchie just looked over to me, a look of ‘what’s going on?’ And ‘you got this?’ I just nodded. They closed the window and sat back down inside.
“You alright?” He nodded. I waited until he started to breath a bit normally before I started to ask him questions.
“What’s going on, Spot? You know you can tell me.” He didn’t get like this for no reason.
“It’s just some shit that happened at home. I-it’s nothing.” “Well it sure as hell didn’t seem like nothing.” He seemed shocked by my response.
“Well…I don’t know if I told you this but- my parents are really shitty people. They…weren’t exactly supportive when I came out.” He looked away and wiped a tear away from his face. I held him closer.
I wanted to cry just looking at him. He talked about various things his parents did to him. All the yelling, the hitting…everything. It made me wince just listening to him describe it.
“Sean…” I didn’t really know what to say. I knew he wouldn’t let anyone go over to his house. I just didn’t know why he did.
“It’s f-fine. Trust me. I had to deal with them for years, it’ll be alright.” He said while digging his face back into my neck.
I just hummed in response, holding him tight as if he would slip away.
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CrutchieMorris on Chapter 1 Mon 15 Sep 2025 10:50AM UTC
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