Let's just say... things got wild.
Screaming. Explosions. Crying. That's all Y/N could hear as he sprinted through the dark, chaotic streets, dodging what he liked to call "zombies." His heart was pounding fast and wild. You might think it was from fear, panic, or sheer terror, right?
Well... not really.
Y/N: "HELL YEAH, BABY!!"
Every guy has dreamed at least once of surviving a zombie apocalypse. Guess whose dream came true? Yep—our main character, Y/N L/N.
He kept running, weaving through the shadows, when a zombie suddenly appeared in front of him. Without slowing down, he picked up speed and slammed a fist right into the middle of its face, sending the creature flying and knocking it out cold.
Y/N: "Oh yeah... this is gonna be FUN!"
He spotted a fire escape on the side of a building and bolted up the metal steps. As he reached one of the landings, a door burst open beside him. A woman with short brown hair, a blue tank top, and jeans came sprinting out, clearly fleeing something nasty inside.
Y/N ran right past her, not even sparing a glance.
Time seemed to slow as the woman caught a glimpse of his face. Her eyes widened, reflecting a glint of curiosity... or maybe awe. She stood frozen for a moment, staring after him.
???: "Was he... smiling?"
A loud crash from inside snapped her back to reality, and she resumed running for her life.
/Meanwhile, back with Y/N...\
He kept dashing through the streets—not heading anywhere in particular—until he spotted a convenience store. He slipped inside.
The place was dimly lit, half-looted, and quiet.
Y/N: "Nice. I was starving."
His snack mission was rudely interrupted when five zombies emerged from behind the shelves. Before any of them could react, Y/N sent the nearest one flying across the store with a punch so strong it left smoke curling off his knuckles. The zombie slammed into the wall and crumpled, definitely re-dead.
The others turned, glancing at their fallen comrade… then looked back at Y/N, who stood in a combat stance, grinning.
What followed was a lot of screaming—and, to be clear, none of it came from Y/N.
A little while later...
Our hero sat on the floor surrounded by empty chip bags, candy wrappers, and soda bottles like a junk food warzone.
Y/N: "Ahh, perfect. An adventure on an empty stomach isn't an adventure—it's a tragedy."
He got up and changed into something a bit more apocalypse-chic: a black leather jacket, a black T-shirt, black jeans, and bandages wrapped tightly around his fists.
Just as he was tightening the last bandage, a thunderous BOOM echoed from the next street—like something massive had fallen from the sky... then exploded.
Y/N dashed out of the shop and rounded the corner, only to see the wreckage of a car still on fire. And standing in the flames was a massive... man? Thing? It had a face like a wrinkled potato and muscles that looked illegal in most countries.
The creature was stomping toward a woman crawling on the ground, trying to escape.
The massive creature loomed over the crawling woman, its grotesque fist rearing back for a devastating punch.
Just as it came crashing down—
WHOOSH!
Y/N dove in at the last second, grabbing the woman and yanking her out of the way. The monster's punch slammed into the ground, sending up chunks of concrete and getting its hand temporarily stuck.
Y/N: "Phew! That was a close one."
The woman blinked, blushing as she looked up at him.
Woman: "T-thanks..."
The creature growled, yanking its fist out of the pavement with a sickening crunch. It turned its hideous, mashed-potato-like face toward Y/N and the woman, ready to attack again.
But before it could make a move.
???: "HEY, F*ck FACE!!"
A sudden whoosh-thunk echoed through the street. An RPG round came flying straight at the monster. but the creature snapped a strange, whip-like appendage from its hand and snatched the missile mid-air like it was a tennis ball. With a grunt, it whipped the explosive aside, sending it crashing harmlessly into a nearby car, which promptly exploded in true action-movie fashion.
The monster turned toward the source of the voice, only to see a tall, jacked man with slicked-back black hair, standing confidently in the middle of the street, resting a rocket launcher on his shoulder like it was nothing but a toy.
He fired again. The rocket slammed into the monster's chest and exploded, forcing the beast to crash to its knees.
The man jogged over to the others.
Y/N: "Nice shot!"
Carlos: "Ha, thanks. Name's Carlos. You?"
Y/N: "Y/N. Just Y/N."
Jill: "Jill. Jill Valentine."
Carlos: "Alright. We need to move. This place is crawling with freaks."
Y/N helped Jill to her feet, giving the monster one last look before the trio ran off down the street.
/Time skip.\
The group finally reached the subway station. They stopped near the platform to catch their breath.
Y/N: "That—pant—was AWESOME!"
Jill: "You call that awesome!?"
Y/N: "What can I say? I live for chaos and cardio."
Jill: "Where are we going now?"
Carlos: "Me and my team are collecting survivors. We're evacuating people underground using the metro."
He walked deeper into the dimly lit station as he spoke.
Jill: "Who exactly are you?"
Carlos: "Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. U.B.C.S for short."
Jill: "Are you KIDDING me?! You're with Umbrella?! The people who caused all of this?!"
Carlos: "Whoa, whoa, whoa—easy! I don't know what you've heard, but we're out here saving lives. What's so bad about Umbrella?"
Y/N: "Wait... Umbrella? Like the medicine company? Aren't they supposed to be the good guys?"
Jill: "Oh my God—Umbrella is the reason everyone's infected! They created this nightmare!"
Carlos: "Look, I don't know anything about that. I'm here to get people out alive. You coming or not?"
He kicked open a stuck door, leading them up the stairs.
Y/N: "Well, Jill, he seems like a good guy."
Jill: "I don't trust you either."
Y/N: :(
They made it to the lower platform where the subway train was parked. Inside, they found an older man sitting on one of the benches, wincing in pain from a visible injury on his side.
Carlos: "Captain, I found these two. They need help."
Y/N: "Pshh. You mean I helped you! I'm out here saving zombies from me!"
Mikhail: "And who might you two be?"
Y/N: "Y/N L/N. I know a thing or two about knocking out zombies... or anything that tries to eat my face."
Jill: "Jill Valentine. Former S.T.A.R.S. operative."
Mikhail: "A pleasure. I'm U.B.C.S Platoon Leader Mikhail Victor. My team was sent to rescue civilians."
He winced as he shifted his weight, pain clear in his voice.
Jill: "How's that going for you?"
Mikhail: "The city's completely cut off. Isolated. Most of the 100,000 civilians will end up dead. Or worse... undead."
Y/N: "Yeah, we've noticed."
Mikhail: "My platoon's taken heavy losses. Just keeping the remaining men alive is a battle in itself."
Y/N: "How many of you are left?"
Mikhail: "Only three of us. We do have support from other platoons, but I fear they've suffered the same fate."
Jill: "You can thank your corporate overlords for that mess."
Mikhail: "Yes, well... regardless, we're doing everything we can. If we can get this subway train running, we can evacuate some survivors. But we can't do it alone."
Y/N: "So you want our help, huh?"
Mikhail: "If you'd be so kind."
Y/N: "Heck yeah!"
Jill glanced toward the next subway car where a few scared civilians huddled together, then turned back to Mikhail.
Jill: "Alright. I'm in. But let's be clear, I'm helping them, not you."
Carlos: "Hey, that's fine. We all want the same thing in the end."
Y/N: "Agreed. Count me in too!!"
Mikhail: "Thank you."
Carlos: "Alright, Supercop. Here, take this."
He handed Jill a radio. She gave him a short nod, grabbed a handful of ammo from a nearby box, then looked at Y/N.
Jill: "You're not taking a gun?"
Y/N grinned and cracked his knuckles.
Y/N: "Pfft. Guns are for people who need them... I just throw hands\~"
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