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Something New- fuwa fuwa pandemic

There was a gentle breeze today, Emi’s eyes follow the hill’s horizon they trek passed quietly.

Salt tickled her nose from the wind, a single bird flew east, same direction as theres.

Her group of three, her and two others, travel down a dirt path. Old tracks from shoes, flee animals and tires resided, maybe these were made days ago? Weeks ago? Months?

A whisper later, the two in front of her stop. Emi stops as well, snapping her attention to them.

“Hey kid, go use the bathroom; we’ll be here outside to keep watch.”

“Huh? Ah, okay.” Emi kicked a stone and headed into what’s left of bathroom building as vines seemed to be keeping it together. A simple glance tells a story of time and plants growing in tune with one another.

There was a faint stench, only faint from the time to decay. If someone was ever here, they didn’t stay long and left something behind.

Can’t complain though. At least there’s some privacy. A few minutes later, she steps out the building. Only silence and sunshine greets her.

“Hello? Harato? Aurna?”

…

She was alone. The left her behind… Ah, well that’s nothing new. She’s been left behind before a few times.

She couldn’t really fight, or make weapons,or scavenge stealthily. She can run, but everyone can if they were to survive in this world. She definitely wasn’t the fastest so that really isn’t a good strength to care about in a group.

She can cook which made her valuable whenever they found raw and perishable food materials or found shelter that wasn’t ransacked or in a certain mascot territory.

However. You can still survive in an apocalypse without gourmet meal so her skills weren’t deathly needed it. As long as anyone knew the basics of cooking, they were good to go.

It wasn’t her strong suit, but she could bandage and do some nursing thanks to her Aunt.

Tears prickle at her eyes. It wasn’t fair… If she was here, she wouldn’t leave her behind, she wouldn’t of been alone. Emi wipes the threatening tears with her sleeve.

No point going after them and thinking of… her… made sure of that. She found herself back in the bathroom, leaning against the sink. Her tears spill down her cheeks and into the bowl. Like her former partners, they leave her too. Slowly rolling down the drain. She gripped the sinks edges for support.

Is she really that difficult to take care of? Or be around? Is she that much of deadweight? Does she deserve to be alone?

Shallow breathes are taken as she crumbles to the floor and scoots under the sink. Hugging her knees and burying her face in her sweater only muffled her sobs.

Would it be wrong to say she want someone to always be with her? Never leave her side and assure her everything’s going to be okay!

Her parents were already dead. Her aunt died before her eyes immediately at the start of the apocalypse. She didn’t even get a chance. So Emi ran, and ran,and ran. Clinging to survivors once she found them and eventually be left go or separated by a mascot ambush.

And then her sister… Kami…missing. Maybe she’s still alive? Maybe she’s dead? One of the few desperate hopes Emi had was that she was alive, either alone or with another group and they would reunite one day. Yeah, one day... One day.

A cricket chirps, snapping her back into reality. The little creature chirps continuously in search for a partner to accompany for the rest of their days.

She sighs and wipes her face, examining the bathroom more clearly. The floor was cracked and littered with dirt and patches of grass, some light poured from the ceiling cracked from the vines winding around the shack to keep it intact. Only one stale-door was still on its hinges, yet underneath the door there seemed to be a mount of dirt.

This isn’t a shelter in the slightest. Her “group” was going to head to the ocean, maybe even hitch on a boat and get off this land and maybe to a place that wasn’t mascot filled…

She crawls from under the counter and dusts herself off. The cricket stops briefly before continuing its tune. Her clothes were faded and a tears here and there.

Who was she kidding? The mascots have probably conquered the rest of the planet by now for all she knows. They’re fast. If not, they’re stronger than any human. Practically unkillable. Bet the military got over run quickly because of their seemly invincible nature and infinite numbers. They would of stopped this apocalypse by now, right?

Emi shakes her head desperately, patting her cheeks; which stings.

Okay. Enough thoughts. Move on. Find shelter. Live.

The sun was high in the sky, yet past noon. Good. Time to travel. Gain good ground.

With the old backpack straps tightened, she heads off, following the dirt road. As she walked, what was left of a sign sat on the side, faded words spelled out: “Seafood Bay Outlet”.

It took a few hours, but she arrived somewhere. The sun was setting, shadows grew; making every corner even more dangerous.

Best to secure a place to rest and explore later. Weeds grew from the side walk cracks. The brunette settled on a tourist shop, faded pink walls and the remaining sunlight illuminating what’s inside. Plenty of trinkets remained, not many that are useful or desirable. For instance, a keychain stand almost untouched.

Variety are displayed, some were planets, dogs, cats, fishes, dolphins and a few were shapes. One of a bunny holding a carrot catches her eye.

“Heh.” She smiles. “Cute.”

Emi reaches out and grabs the keychain. It jingled and shined in her hand before tucked away in her pocket. She tucks away another shirt she finds for a spare, then leaving.

She passed a few store fronts, lingering near the entrances yet not too close to the shadows. Something falls. She freezes. Frantically snapping her attention to the near by stores, in front and behind.

Something flew out the darkness behind her. She pivots back, ready to run.

…

A bird. It was just a bird. A wave of relief washes over her, however her grip on her backpack straps doesn’t loosen.

A can rolls behind the bird. The bird flutters before setting on the floor once again, gently peaking at it curiously.

Emi tilts her head. Maybe it’s another—

Multiple things leap out and tackle the bird, which couldn’t get its feet off the ground.

The bird screams in high terror as feather are fly in the air. It’s wings are tore and eaten like chicken. Eyes pulled and swallowed like spaghetti. Beaked is licked and sucked like crab. Legs tossed to the side. All the while there were giggles and munching in delight.

They were splattered in blood, new and old. They were small like a pup yet har fins. Were they sharks? It didn’t matter.

Emi couldn’t scream, it was too much. Hot tears burn her eyes. She couldn’t do anything for the poor thing, however can run. So she did. Almost stumbling immediately on herself. Her stomping echoed across the out let.

She needed to get away. She needed to go, go, go!!!

The little sharks licked their stumpy hands clean.

One sprang to life, even more excited than before and jumped as the distance between them grew. “Fw! Fw!”

They point and point. The others scream to life and gather their forks and knifes. “Cah it! Cah it!“

“Biiii!!”

“Bi foo!! Bi foo!” They roared and jump to all fours or twos. They run over or around each, pack of wolves that found their deer.

They catch up in no time, a few yards from Emi who’s pumping her burning legs for dear life.

Rounding the corner, more rubble laid ahead. Broken tables, chairs and such. Must of been a foodcourt. Her eyes widen, an exit! Ahead! And the ocean can be seen too! Almost there—

She trips. Sliding under a table. She scrambles and crawls under another table after another before touching something squishy. Her voice is stifled and throwing her back to pilar, an arm laid there not far from its body— or bodies.

Forks and knifes were stuck into the bodies laying dismantled or eat off of. Flies and maggots resided comfortably in the bodies. A few bones and skulls were empty from the pests. Well, except for two bodies. She shuts her eyes and shake her head. No, no, no—

Then multiple screeches go off before slowly dying out into silence.

…

Emi takes deep breaths. One after another. One, two, three. One, two, three…

What happened? Where did they go? Why? Do they know?

…

Another crunch and grunt could he heard, then there was a chuckle.

When she peeked her head from the rubble, the mascots were splattered across the floor and tables. Like bugs under a shoe.

However, that outcome managed to be even worse as a big, bloody and dual-wielding mascot towered over her.

A dog mascot, bandana around its neck and wearing pants. A claw scar across its eye, and arm. Both hands wielding a gleaming knife. It’s terrifying.

Blue and brown eyes trained on her as soon as she peeked. She squeaked.

It wore a sick toothy smile, bearing sharp teeth and bits of guts from the frenzy batch. Its fur is soaked in blood. She’s doomed. It’s massive, has weapons and—

“Mm… Can you cook?”

It spoke.

It. Spoke.

“HEY! Can you cook?”

She could only nod. Somehow the monster’s wicked smile grew wider. It steps towards her and dropped its knife. Its open hand swings at her.

“Ah—!“

. . .

It… didn’t kill her. It.. it offered its hand…? To her….?

Huh… That’s something new.

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Hello! Thanks for reading! Here’s some fanfic for @semisolidmind and her wonderful mascot apocalypse world “Fuwa Fuwa Apocalypse”. Gotta get productive with brain rot obviously VwV. I finally have time to write and draw more! Yayyyy! So expect more work from me (once I get hw and classes done anyways). Hope ya enjoyed!

#fanfic for you and me #imaginationnation #lil horror and gore #oh look my writing! : D #fuwa fuwa pandemic

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