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mayqueen517I asked for prompts in what I'm gonna call my 'nano-hey-oh!' project, because I like the way it sounds, LOL! IDEK, guys. XD
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dr_jasley?
Panic-faily zombie hunters
Title: That's Where We Went Wrong
Pairing: Gen!
Rating: Pg-ish for some mild language. Oh, and Zombies. (Braaaiins?)
Word Count: 632
::Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. No, really. The song is from The Hush Sound!::
Summary: They're on the ground, groaning and scrambling away from each other (and the zombies) when Ryan yells
"You go left, I'll go right; over."
"Copy that. Wait, my left-your right or my right-your left, Spence?"
Spencer groans, thumping his head against the brick wall as Ryan tries to not laugh. Spencer glares at him, picking up the walkie-talkie and pressing the button.
"My left-your right, Brendon," he says finally, pulling his head from the brick wall and wincing when it viciously yanks a couple strands of hair out. Beside of him, Ryan's crouched down and hiding carefully, and sure, Spencer likes his stealth, just not when Ryan's hiding behind him.
"Copy that!"
"I hate him," Spencer says as they get up, Spencer's gun is heavy against his back and Ryan pressing close doesn't exactly help either.
But they decided to do this together and Spencer is fairly certain that that's the moment where it went wrong. Ryan snorts and the sound is loud against his ear and he scrunches his shoulder up, nudging him away.
"You do not," Ryan says after a minute.
"No, no, I'm pretty sure I do. Also, get the fuck off me, dude, you are not using me as a shield from the gore," Spencer says, craning his head around to look at Ryan who widens his eyes, and yeah, Spencer remembers that tic.
Spencer hates everything, seriously.
They find a few zombies struggling to move; one of them's missing a foot and is sort of bunny hopping after Jon, which would ordinarily be really fucking funny, but Brendon forgets the 'my-left-your-right' thing and Spencer crashes into him. They're on the ground, groaning and scrambling away from each other (and the zombies) when Ryan yells and the only thing Spencer can see is his gun flailing around as Ryan flails around.
"ROSS, the fucking zombie is beside you, dude," Brendon yells out, grabbing his gun and firing off a round that goes so wide, Spencer's pretty sure they're going to find the fucker in another state. Ryan scrambles away, making a noise that Spencer uncharitably labels a screech, before Jon swings his bat and making contact with a wet squelch.
Spencer doesn't voice the opinion that they could have ignored the zombie beside of Ryan, seeing as it had no legs and only a few fingers, but whatever, he gets it. Spencer yells an unintelligible mesh of words as he hauls his shotgun off of his shoulder and shoots the closest zombie lurching towards Brendon.
The sound seems to spur Jon, Ryan, and Brendon into action; Ryan shoots what he can, sometimes hitting them in the legs, only to follow it up with a shot to the head (and following that up with gagging). Jon swings wildly, connecting more times than they expect and Brendon. Well, Brendon's actually got decent aim with the nine-iron, but he makes disgusted noises when he connects and then promptly gags.
The last zombie falls and the four of them stare at each other in silence. Nearby Jon, the zombie who'd been bunny hopping after him is twitching still, making a guttural sound (and oh god, Spencer didn't notice that it's jaw had fucking rotted away), making them all jump. Ryan sighs, shooting the thing in the head and the sound's suddenly too loud and they're too out in the open.
"Inside, come on," Spencer says finally, sighing hard as they walk back to the house, still on alert for anything moving when it shouldn't. They laugh when talking it all over, and Spencer can't help but smiling as Jon reenacting Ryan's flail when he thought the paper clinging to his leg had been a zombie (Spencer helpfully doesn't point out the fact that a zombie had been right beside of him, at least). His friends might be complete idiots sometimes, but they're his complete idiots.
This one caught my eyes especially, because who could resist this prompt from
dr_jasley?Panic-faily zombie hunters
Title: That's Where We Went Wrong
Pairing: Gen!
Rating: Pg-ish for some mild language. Oh, and Zombies. (Braaaiins?)
Word Count: 632
::Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. No, really. The song is from The Hush Sound!::
Summary: They're on the ground, groaning and scrambling away from each other (and the zombies) when Ryan yells
"You go left, I'll go right; over."
"Copy that. Wait, my left-your right or my right-your left, Spence?"
Spencer groans, thumping his head against the brick wall as Ryan tries to not laugh. Spencer glares at him, picking up the walkie-talkie and pressing the button.
"My left-your right, Brendon," he says finally, pulling his head from the brick wall and wincing when it viciously yanks a couple strands of hair out. Beside of him, Ryan's crouched down and hiding carefully, and sure, Spencer likes his stealth, just not when Ryan's hiding behind him.
"Copy that!"
"I hate him," Spencer says as they get up, Spencer's gun is heavy against his back and Ryan pressing close doesn't exactly help either.
But they decided to do this together and Spencer is fairly certain that that's the moment where it went wrong. Ryan snorts and the sound is loud against his ear and he scrunches his shoulder up, nudging him away.
"You do not," Ryan says after a minute.
"No, no, I'm pretty sure I do. Also, get the fuck off me, dude, you are not using me as a shield from the gore," Spencer says, craning his head around to look at Ryan who widens his eyes, and yeah, Spencer remembers that tic.
Spencer hates everything, seriously.
They find a few zombies struggling to move; one of them's missing a foot and is sort of bunny hopping after Jon, which would ordinarily be really fucking funny, but Brendon forgets the 'my-left-your-right' thing and Spencer crashes into him. They're on the ground, groaning and scrambling away from each other (and the zombies) when Ryan yells and the only thing Spencer can see is his gun flailing around as Ryan flails around.
"ROSS, the fucking zombie is beside you, dude," Brendon yells out, grabbing his gun and firing off a round that goes so wide, Spencer's pretty sure they're going to find the fucker in another state. Ryan scrambles away, making a noise that Spencer uncharitably labels a screech, before Jon swings his bat and making contact with a wet squelch.
Spencer doesn't voice the opinion that they could have ignored the zombie beside of Ryan, seeing as it had no legs and only a few fingers, but whatever, he gets it. Spencer yells an unintelligible mesh of words as he hauls his shotgun off of his shoulder and shoots the closest zombie lurching towards Brendon.
The sound seems to spur Jon, Ryan, and Brendon into action; Ryan shoots what he can, sometimes hitting them in the legs, only to follow it up with a shot to the head (and following that up with gagging). Jon swings wildly, connecting more times than they expect and Brendon. Well, Brendon's actually got decent aim with the nine-iron, but he makes disgusted noises when he connects and then promptly gags.
The last zombie falls and the four of them stare at each other in silence. Nearby Jon, the zombie who'd been bunny hopping after him is twitching still, making a guttural sound (and oh god, Spencer didn't notice that it's jaw had fucking rotted away), making them all jump. Ryan sighs, shooting the thing in the head and the sound's suddenly too loud and they're too out in the open.
"Inside, come on," Spencer says finally, sighing hard as they walk back to the house, still on alert for anything moving when it shouldn't. They laugh when talking it all over, and Spencer can't help but smiling as Jon reenacting Ryan's flail when he thought the paper clinging to his leg had been a zombie (Spencer helpfully doesn't point out the fact that a zombie had been right beside of him, at least). His friends might be complete idiots sometimes, but they're his complete idiots.
