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aylish91 · 1 year

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Sentience Pt? Ch? 1

You would have never thought that you would someday somehow screw the zombie virus over when everything fell. You also never would have thought you'd help set up a utopia as said zombie either...

Life, and death, is beyond crazy it seems.

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“ALPHYS!!! HOLD ON!! I’M COMING!!

“U-undyne don’t! Please g-go!! I love you! Go!!”

“ALPHYS!”

“I-I’m sorry!”

ALPHYS!!!”

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Sometimes, in your own sense, you dream about that day.

How could you not? The heartbreak of those two helped you gain the courage in your muddled mind-numbing stupor to act. They gave you enough determination to break your bloodlust and fear to fight back against your monstrosity and that of one hell of a sentient. Though it was built like an elephant in both mass and strength, their devastated pleas were enough to break through to your mind and shatter your hesitation.

They deserved to live, and you were the only one capable of helping them against him and his horde.

You were able to fight back.

Amazingly, against all odds and with a bit of magical help from the fish Undyne, you defeated the goliath, gaining not only his life energy but all his special abilities and the horde of dead that he commanded. The sheer amount of energy gained from consuming his tainted and decayed life force had burned, pooling in your sockets and melting what was left of rotting flesh from your bones. It filled in missing pieces of yourself, pushing the corruption back and clearing your mind further than you ever thought possible.

You gained a semblance of life back.

They got to keep their life.

You can remember quite vividly the look the fish woman had given you as you slowly pulled back the horde. Your sockets, still burning bright with that newfound energy, had locked with hers as she pulled her lover from beneath heavy rubble. You didn’t dare move until their friends had finally arrived and began to fire, thankful for how the fish held them back as you left.

How long had it been since then?

You have yet to find another with your level of awareness that hasn’t been consumed by the overwhelming corruption. None of the others you have run into had figured out how to combat the darkness from their life energy, nor wanted to…

It didn’t matter.

You may have lost your living life a long time ago, but that one choice helped you gain back and understand your humanity. You owed those two strangers a lot, wherever they were.

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Somewhere in a compound far away…

The old goat queen sat clad in stained battle armor, several maps spread out in front of her on an old desk in an office. The evening Sun filtered through an open window, breeze rustling a few of the papers. At a knock on her door, she rose to meet her summoned guest.

For a brief moment, it felt like old times deep under their mountain, her captain standing as ready as ever to do her bidding. Huffing, she turned her good eye away and down to her maps.

She had put her tyrannical ways away upon reaching the surface. Just like the child had taught them, kindness was the only way to keep her people united, safe, and loyal up here amidst the madness. The new bonds that had been made proved such…

She wasted no more time, straightening her back to reinforce her seriousness.

“I have received word from the council. We won’t be able to sustain ourselves here much longer, similarly, the other clans' representatives have claimed to be in similar circumstances. The suggestion to merge clans and join forces has been brought forward. I have agreed. There is safety in numbers and some of the others have knowledge that would benefit us all.”

She took a breath, eyeing the captain when he remained silent.

“For such things to happen… there have been rumors of an area to the east near Tale territory large enough and rich enough in resources to potentially support multiple clans indefinitely. However, rumors have also claimed that those particularly nasty fallen roam in higher numbers around there. With this in mind, I have also agreed to send a team to join with those of Fell to look into these rumors and dispatch any needlessly unwanted threats.”

Making several marks and notes on the top map, the queen gingerly rolled it and handed it to the captain. With a knowing look, he accepted it but still held his tongue.

“I am tasking you, Black, to be point on our team. I trust no one more capable than you to take on such a feat. Do I have your support on this? Captain?”

Grinning, the skeleton monster in front of her bowed. “WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FURTHER AID YOU AND OUR PEOPLE, SO IT SHALL BE, YOUR MAJESTY.”

She couldn’t help but snort. He hadn’t changed at all. Still as sturdy and loyal now as back then. More so since her change in antics.

It was reassuring.

“Good. Ready yourself. You leave first thing in the morning. Scar will give you the necessary information for your meeting with the Fells.” Hesitating, she allowed herself to put a paw on his shoulder. “May the angel grant you success on your mission. My friend…”

Grand Master Post

#my writing #zombies #zombie skeleton #undertale #undertale au #x reader #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #multiple aus #swapfell #underfell #underswap #appocalypse #skeleton reader

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fineprintedsunsets · 9 months

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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 | 𝖇. 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖘

Master-List Link | "Dead Ringer" Mini-Series

Synopsis: You and Bucky have found refuge in an underground bunker, and it's breaking you both.

Word Count: 1.6k

!Trigger Warnings! - talk of corpses. au. sad smut. apocalyptic settings. mentions of grief/loss. Please Read With Caution. This is heavy content, it describes the feeling of loneliness and desperation: feeling trapped in a situation you cannot control.

ring·er a person or thing that looks exactly like another.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Panic Room - AU/RA

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

You both were safe for now, stationed in a bunker far away from New York. It was your first attempt at rest in months. Bucky places his gun down, switching on the light. Dust specks illuminate through a beam of artificial light, a decayed smell hugging your nostrils.

“I'm just like them, you know, dead.”

Bucky finds a place on the floor, his back propped up against a metal wall. “Physically?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Mentally”

You take off your jacket, empty shotgun shells fall from your pocket, hitting the dust-coated floor. “We are all dead ringers to zombies here, whether that’s inside or out.” Your footsteps echo as you join Bucky at the far end of the bunker, a shadow from a looming shelf coating your body.

“What if we could have saved them, before the accident?”

Your eyes widen at Bucky’s words, having not wanted to remember what had happened that day.

What you both realized was, The accident hadn’t been an accident.

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New York City, 2012

It was too late. You watched life die out of his eyes, every memory, every hope, every joyous event that had ever taken place had just imploded inside Bucky’s mind. You were both two super soldiers sent to the apocalyptic ruins of New York, in hopes to rescue any survivors.

Except there wasn’t any. All of them were grinded down to the bone, their white eyes sunken into their skulls, rotting organs beating on the outside of rib cages instead of internally flowing blood through their bodies.

They were all gone.

Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

The outbreak had been caused by an internal source, someone who had eyes and ears inside and out. They had to be one of you, working against their own kind. Cacyusllim is a man-made element, made to enhance the power of supernatural beings. Whoever had found the correct compounds and made the element in the first place was already a profound phenomenon. This time, they got greedy.

Taking Cacyusllim is the equivalent of swallowing a violent fire, filled with pain and misery, and the horrific smell of death. Imagine that but inside your stomach. Eating at your organs, breaking down blood cells, rotting you from the inside out. Only to rebuild you over again.

But, what if the rebuilding never came? What if you ingested the liquid form of the element, let your body rot, and waited for the fire to cease, only for it to never come? No human could withstand the fiery vengeance of the toxin, but a super soldier?

A super soldier’s power would be enhanced. Along with the pain, the traumatic memories, and the suffering. Every single compound made from your body would triple the amount you feel now.

It’s the same with the rotting.

A super soldier can fight battles, externally. But internally?

Internally, they don’t stand a chance. You can not fight your own organs.

It’s what happened to all of the deceased soldiers laying on the ground in front of you, and the breathing ones who pound at the barricaded door. The rotting overcomes every other element, reducing you to all but one thing.

A walking corpse.

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A shiver courses your spine as you're removed from your memories, Bucky’s voice filling the void. “I just wish..” You wanted to steer the conversation away, not being able to bear the memory of seeing friends and loved ones rotting corpses. His lips part when your hand comes up, resting it on his thigh.

An attempt at comfort, but also a distraction.

Your eyes stray to your fingers, rubbing a gentle circle. “What are you doing..” Bucky’s voice is hoarse, his eyes dilated. Your fingers graze his cheek, looking into his sunken sockets.

Your arms come out awkwardly at your sides, requesting Bucky to come closer. He stares before your tone echos, “Come here, Buck.”

He hesitates, but the soldier's desires outway his patience. You course him into your arms, feeling the weight of his body press into yours. You rest your chin on the top of his head, his lips grazing your throat. You both feel safe in that moment, for the first time in months.

In each other's arms.

Your fingers weave their way through his overgrown hair, messing with the brown strands, twirling them around your bruised fingers. Bucky looks up at you, feeling your gentleness, and your eyes lock as time begins to slow.

A quick dart down to his lips has Bucky pulling away, snapping out of the trance.

“No. I won't go there with you.”

You shrug, a faux amused look pillaging your features, “We’ve been to worse places.” You pull his face back to you, trying hard not to gasp as you focus on his eyes, the wetness of his cheeks.

Bucky grabs your wrist, stopping your movements, placing a small kiss on the inside flesh, “We can’t do this, doll. I won't use you like everyone else.” A single tear slides from his eye ducts, a faux smile painted on Bucky’s worn features. Your free hand comes up to cup his cheek. Before Bucky can protest, you swing around, your shadow following as you straddle his lap.

A broken smile, “Forget with me, just this once.”

Despite Bucky’s protest, you can feel him grow hard in his restaurants, his tip pressing into your wet folds. “We can’t..” Ignoring his pleas, you reach for his zipper, and Bucky’s protest halt, his breath growing heavy.

You release him from his pants, his cock hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

“It will all be here when we come down.” Bucky hesitates as your hand finds his cock, pumping him once. Although his words attract the opposite, his fingers help your pants down, throwing them beside you, landing somewhere in the filthy bunker.

You move your panties aside, ready to accommodate him. You both needed to forget the world around you, even if that meant using each other. It’s what this cruel world made of you both.

Monsters.

“Forget.” You whisper against his ear, your fingers caressing his spine.

Tears slide down his face, landing in his beard and dropping on the concrete floor. Bucky’s words are broken as he replies, looking somewhat distant.

“Okay.” And he pushes into you, pulling you down onto his cock. The stretch is uncomfortable but the feeling of being filled, the feeling of memories slipping into the wind, being shot down by bullets and staying in the rotting rib cages of forgotten people was harmonious.

It was the feeling of forgetting.

He lets you adjust to him, placing a rushed ‘sorry’ kiss against your neck, his fingers roaming your body, playing with your curves. The anticipation builds inside of you as you begin to rock gently, feeling the way Bucky’s cock is a perfect fit inside you.

“Move with me,” Bucky whispers against your throat, his face damp with tears. His fingers grab onto your hips, as he guides his first thrust. You move up, as he thrust back in, making you yelp. Bucky groans, closing his eyes as your face finds the crook of his shoulder, the top of your head against the curved wall.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He bucks again, as you match your pace with his own, feeling pleasure shoot through your body.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky sobs as he continues to use your cunt, both driving pleasure from each other. The sounds of skin-on-skin echo throughout, the ill-suited noise of arousal mixing with arousal.

You bring a finger up to his lips, coursing his mouth closed, forcing your eyes to meet his own. “Shh-”

“Don’t be sorry, I want this.” You moan as his thrust turns sporadic, his fingers piercing your skin, his cock pounding into your cunt. Bucky taking all his anger out on your body, and you the same, using his cock to give you pleasure. A type of emotion you haven’t felt since the beginning of the end.

“Do you?”

Your arms cup the back of his neck, as you sit up from his neck, allowing your hair to frame his face. You smile, laughing a little, feeling your orgasm start to crest. “Even if I didn’t, it doesn't matter.”

Bucky groans, his lips kissing at your throat, your breaths colliding, tangling yourselves in each other's warmth. You both sit there for a while, moving, sliding his cock in and out of you, while he places harsh kisses against your throat.

Bucky’s voice breaks the silence, “Of course, it matters.” His breaths pan out, as his metal fingers come up, running the back of them against your cheek.

“Nothing matters now, not when our days are so clearly numbered. It’s you and me, we knew that the moment we came here.” You reply, trying your best to reassure him.

Bucky’s cock is punishing now, pounding into your pussy with the strength of a super soldier. You cup each other's cheeks, melting into your embraces. Your body moves on its own now, riding his cock, your wet folds gripping, milking his every thrust.

“The beginning of the end,” Bucky whispers, you can tell by his eyes, he’s reminiscing on the beginning, the day you both agreed to come here, to save people who were already too far gone.

A weak smile brightens your cheek, a sad attempt at reassurance. “At least it will end with us.” You moan, feeling his cock twitch inside of you, hinting at his release.

Your pussy grips his dick, the waves of pleasure knocking at your door, trying to force its way in. You slow, letting Bucky move on his own, finding his own pattern as the tide rips open the door, hitting you with waves of mind-blowing pleasure.

You finish, your cunt clamping down on him as Bucky speeds his pace, grunting every time he fucks into you. You manage to get out words, words you’d never thought you’d say,

“Together, Buck.”

“Till the end of the line.”

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too-much-imagination · 10 months

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If I could I would breath this song in and out like I breathe the air. I would eat it, drink it. I would smoke it.

#appocalypse #cigarettes after sex #writing #thoughts #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #chaotic academia #my thoughts #chaotic academic aesthetic #music

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yink07 · 8 months

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Green cat _ cyber vibes

#cyber #cyber cat #cat #green cat #appocalypse #green #iron heart #alien #alien cat #???#digital art #art #drawing #digital drawing #artists on tumblr

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lizarr7 · 2 years

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No I don’t watch rwby. Yes I have lost my mind. Someone I follow is obsessed with it and it’s all I ever hear about anymore, so I felt the need. This is kind of a gift to them, think of it that way.

#rwby #salem #goop #powers #hound #portal #hands #appocalypse

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doyouknowbtsswag · 1 year

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Decay |Bang Chan|

Part 2

"Let me see the files on the exact rhythmic movement again," I said to my coworker who handed over the file.

I sighed looking through the file and typing away at my computer what I thought about the information in the file that I might have missed. I must've been sitting for at least 7 hours. I was part of a classified operation working with a potential new disease found in a recently deceased person. It was new but nothing to worry about, just seemed as though the body was still processing death. I looked at another file looking at the reports of the breathing pattern of the person that was once alive.

"I wish I wasn't picked for this," my coworker said. "The pay isn't worth the stress"

"I think this is just the body still trying to die, he died two months ago and nothing has happened," one of my coworkers said. "I don't get why they suddenly had us research something like this, the breathing pattern of death went through as it should."

"I know but everything we submit gets sent back wanting more information" Another spoke. The bickering against this project was bigger than any other I've seen. "We can't find everything with just these files."

"Complaining isn't going to help" One snapped being in a place with each other for too long is driving some people crazy. "You're giving me a headache"

"I'm heading to get some coffee" I announced standing up and grabbing my keys and purse. "I'll be back"

"Hurry up so we can get this project done I'm sick of it," One of my coworkers said typing away annoyed.

"I know I will I'll bring back some for everyone," I said taking my lab coat off and walking out the door. "Finally some fresh air"

I decided to walk to the Coffee Shop instead of driving considering how long I've been sitting. I looked around the city for the coffee shop still getting used to the environment I was transferred to. I found the shop and walked inside. There was a small line which was fine with me, the more time I could have to myself. I looked around the shop observing people and their movements hoping it might possibly help our case. Once it was my turn I ordered the drinks and paid. I stood waiting for the coffee sighing at the fact that I had to carry 6 drinks back with me. The lady smiled and gave me the tray filled with coffee cups. I thanked her and went back to the lab I was working at.

"Niragi better not bitch on me this time about coffee," I said to myself rolling my eyes.

I came upon the lab groaning at the remembrance of what I had to go back and do. I rounded the corner and saw that the doors were covered by a protective steel cover. I approached the entrance and placed down the coffee annoyed and confused about what was going on. I tried calling one of my coworkers which brought me exactly to voicemail. I groaned banging at the door hoping they'll hear which I highly doubt. I tried calling the actual workstation which didn't work either.

"What the hell is happening" I muttered pissed off at the prank they were pulling on me.

Maybe it was karma for doing the same to another coworker. It wasn't professional and put our jobs on the line but being stuck for two months in a laboratory it gave everyone a small kick out of it. I tried calling again to be sent to voice mail again.

"Guys I'm going to throw your coffee away if you don't let me in now" I threatened as the voicemail ended looking at the security camera.

I tapped my foot looking at the barrier waiting for it to rise hoping the threat worked. I stared at the door for 2 minutes, obviously, they aren't going to let me in anytime soon. I sat on the ground next to the door annoyed at my coworker's antics. I grabbed my coffee thinking about why they aren't opening up the door. There's no way something happened when there are only files and a locked-up dead body that couldn't go anywhere considering the room it was in. I took a sip and looked around just now noticing the empty parking lot the only car being mine. I quickly stood up now thinking that something did happen. I walked to my car forgetting about the coffee. Once I entered my car I opened my phone that started beeping I looked down raising an eyebrow.

I stared at my phone in disbelief. Fear and confusion were evident on my face. The message kept replaying and I still sat there not knowing what to do. It all made sense now. The laboratory was shut down and everyone fled to see their loved ones. I quickly went to call my parents but the phone wouldn't dial. I looked at my phone and saw the service was down. I panicked texting and calling, but nothing went through.

"No no no no" I repeated trying over and over again. "The landline phones, they might work."

I hit the gas and sped to my temporary apartment. I got stuck by traffic ahead of me. I tried backing out but was blocked by someone pulling behind me. There was nowhere for me to drive.

"Damn it" I yelled getting out of the car with my belongings.

I started to run to my apartment which luckily wasn't too far away. I looked around still running and seeing what the news was talking about. I covered my mouth seeing the man get eaten across the street. I tried running faster and eventually made it to the building. I ran inside the apartment and slammed the door shut locking it immediately. I put down my stuff and grabbed the home phone. I called my parents but they didn't pick up each and every time I tried to call.

"Fuck" I yelled throwing the phone across the room making it break my breathing still trying to catch itself from running.

"You have 3 voicemails"

I looked over at the voicemail station where the phone charges and pressed the play button.

"Voicemail 1 Hey honey, we just wanted to check in and see if your okay, we know we can't get to you right now but make sure to stay safe okay? We love you"

"Voicemail 2 Y/n we are packing the van to come get you. Your sister is still at school so it will be delayed a bit just stay where you are okay? We love you"

"Voicemail 3 your father just got attacked I'm going to take him to the hospital you be safe and wait okay? We love you so much don't ever forget that. What's that? What- ahh"

"You have no more voicemails"

"No this can't be happening," I said tears trailing down my cheeks as I slid down the wall. "This isn't real this is just a bad dream"

I started to cry my mother's last words repeating in my head. The fear in her voice made everything worse. I cried on the floor for 15 minutes until I felt the ground shaking. I got up and looked out the window. Helicopters started to drop bombs in the street and gunfire went off. I grabbed my keys faster than lightning and made a run for the door hearing the helicopters come closer. I ran down the stairs my throat burning from my heavy breathing. I ran as fast as I could away from the city to avoid getting bombed. I looked behind me and saw a metal ball drop down on a building. I looked forward and kept running making sure not to look back. I slowed down when I thought I was far enough I laid on the ground out of breath looking at the sky that started to get covered by smoke. I sat up and watched the city burn

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Hello if you read this book when the chapter first came out I am redoing the whole thing hopefully this version is better than the first. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! ✨ Remember you are perfect and worth it the way you are!! ✨

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max-e-doodle · 1 year

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#survival knife #appocalypse #hunting

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smolcreation · 1 year

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My OC its me :D

#oc artwork #oc artist #myself #artwork #art #robot art #cheesysystems #tumblr art #orange #orange art #appocalypse #cyber art #cyberpunk #cybercore #oc robot

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radioxxgirlfriend · 1 year

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I have a bad urge to write byler in a zombie apocalypse, so I’m gonna try it out here and see how I feel about it.

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“Just stay close to me, I’ll protect you.” Mike said, holding up his gun.

“Whatever would I do without you.” Will said sarcastically, lowering mikes gun.

“Hey! What if a zombie comes at us suddenly?” Mike asked.

“Well, then you hold up your gun again. We are almost there, I’m sure everything will be okay.” Will said, brushing his shoulder against mikes.

“Yeah, you say that now until a giant green zombie comes out and eats the both of us.” Mike said.

“Dude, come on.” Will Said, grabbing mikes arm and leading him to a pile of leaves.

“How do You always know where this place is?” Mike asked, as Will kicked off the leaves, revealing a secret door.

“I don’t know, maybe force of habit?” He said, while lifting the small door.

Mike got in first, climbing down a latter.

Mike waited for Will as he came down, making sure Will didn’t fall.

“Come on, you don’t need to watch me everytime I go down here.” Will said.

“Well, I want to be here incase you fall.” Mike said, crossing his arms.

“It was one time!” Will Said.

“Can you guys just kiss already?” Eleven Said behind him, making both the boys spin their heads to look at her.

“What!?” They Said in sync, which made her grin wider.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting for you.” Eleven Said, walking down the small hallway and into another room.

The two boys quickly followed. The room they entered was a lot bigger then the entrance, since it was more of a like meeting room.

The whole party was there, including erica.

“Did you guys find anything?” Lucas asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Probably Not, They were probably flirting the whole time.” Max grinned, but it quickly went away when dustin jabbed her in the ribs.

“Come on max, this is serious.” Dustin said, crossing his arms.

“No, we haven’t found anything. It’s hard to even look in the city since it’s swarming with zombies, if we wanna go there we need backup.” Will said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“I’ll volunteer!” Lucas Rose up.

“Me too!” Dustin said, standing up next to him.

Everyone took a glance at max, who looked around confused. “What? No way. I’m not going with you guys.” Max said, leaning back into her seat.

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“I hate you guys!” Max said, as she was the last to leave the bunker.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.” Lucas said.

“If I die, im blaming it on You.” Max grumbled.

“If you die, we all die!” Mike exclaimed.

“Stop your bickering! Your giving me a headache!” Will groaned, leaning his head on mikes shoulder for a second.

Dustin and Lucas both shoot eachother a look when this happened.

“Operation find parents is a Go!” Dustin Said.

“Not if their dead.” Max crossed her arms.

“Max!” The four boys yelled in sync.

#byler is real #byler #stranger things #zombies #appocalypse

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