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Zombies, Run! mission 9 ficlet
"That's the thing you really don't think about during an apocalypse. How it's going to, like, affect your ability to be normal, ever again. Do you think we've just… forgotten… how to be normal?"
- Sam Yao, "Zombies, Run!"
So, new fandom! I picked this up so that I could write it for Yuletide (though given I'm at mission 9 of 23, chances are that I'm going to be more likely doing treats in it). It's an iOS/Android game where you move, and a story unfolds while you do so - part game, part radio play. The intention is that you run, but I'm walking. Basically, you are Runner 5 of Abel Township, a colony of people who survived a Zombie apocalypse, and you're sent on various missions to help improve the town and other things. Quoted above is Sam Yao, probably one of the people you'll be hearing the most, and I have yet to meet a Z,R! fan who dislikes him.
This ficlet is set mid-9, which means major spoilers. Since Runner 5's gender is never specified (after all, *you* are Runner 5), I've left the gender vague here.
Sam had to breathe. He was aware that nobody was at the comm post right at the moment, but did it matter? It was night, nobody would need to be there, right?
Runner 5 was the only one out there, and he or she or it or whatever didn't have a working radio. That was if they were alive, of course, and he hadn't been talking to a damn zombie. The image of the previous Runner 5, the zombified Runner 5, was far too fresh in his mind.
He'd been musing to Runner 5's radio about his family, before. How he'd hated Uni, how he'd hated Engineering, how - oh gods - his parents were dead. He was probably talking to a dead person, but he couldn't stop, not until the night was over.
Sam wasn't going to lose this one. He didn't know Runner 5 too well, wasn't even sure what gender the Runner was. Runner 5, he'd thought, was either a particularly boyish girl or a girlish boy, and it wasn't like gender was important at the moment, was it? He called the Runner's features to mind, the short-cropped hair, the chest - Sam hadn't been looking really at the chest, but if Runner 5 had breasts, he hadn't really noticed.
He should get to know them a little better, he resolved. They wouldn't be like that guy at Uni who was probably dead. Had he really bothered to get to know people here? Or did he really bother, given that everybody he knew and loved was probably dead?
Taking a deep breath, and then another, he forced himself to think positive. He couldn't let Runner 5 lose hope, after all, and he was damn good at talking. If anybody could be there throughout the night, he would.
Nothing was normal anymore. Nothing would ever be again. He would never be that Uni student failing his Engineering classes, and he had to live for the future.
He took his third deep breath. Got up, returned to his seat. Took another breath. "Hi. Hey. Hi."
Runner 5 might be dead. Runner 5 might be alive. There was nothing Sam could do but talk, and he was good at that.
So that's just what he did.
- Sam Yao, "Zombies, Run!"
So, new fandom! I picked this up so that I could write it for Yuletide (though given I'm at mission 9 of 23, chances are that I'm going to be more likely doing treats in it). It's an iOS/Android game where you move, and a story unfolds while you do so - part game, part radio play. The intention is that you run, but I'm walking. Basically, you are Runner 5 of Abel Township, a colony of people who survived a Zombie apocalypse, and you're sent on various missions to help improve the town and other things. Quoted above is Sam Yao, probably one of the people you'll be hearing the most, and I have yet to meet a Z,R! fan who dislikes him.
This ficlet is set mid-9, which means major spoilers. Since Runner 5's gender is never specified (after all, *you* are Runner 5), I've left the gender vague here.
Sam had to breathe. He was aware that nobody was at the comm post right at the moment, but did it matter? It was night, nobody would need to be there, right?
Runner 5 was the only one out there, and he or she or it or whatever didn't have a working radio. That was if they were alive, of course, and he hadn't been talking to a damn zombie. The image of the previous Runner 5, the zombified Runner 5, was far too fresh in his mind.
He'd been musing to Runner 5's radio about his family, before. How he'd hated Uni, how he'd hated Engineering, how - oh gods - his parents were dead. He was probably talking to a dead person, but he couldn't stop, not until the night was over.
Sam wasn't going to lose this one. He didn't know Runner 5 too well, wasn't even sure what gender the Runner was. Runner 5, he'd thought, was either a particularly boyish girl or a girlish boy, and it wasn't like gender was important at the moment, was it? He called the Runner's features to mind, the short-cropped hair, the chest - Sam hadn't been looking really at the chest, but if Runner 5 had breasts, he hadn't really noticed.
He should get to know them a little better, he resolved. They wouldn't be like that guy at Uni who was probably dead. Had he really bothered to get to know people here? Or did he really bother, given that everybody he knew and loved was probably dead?
Taking a deep breath, and then another, he forced himself to think positive. He couldn't let Runner 5 lose hope, after all, and he was damn good at talking. If anybody could be there throughout the night, he would.
Nothing was normal anymore. Nothing would ever be again. He would never be that Uni student failing his Engineering classes, and he had to live for the future.
He took his third deep breath. Got up, returned to his seat. Took another breath. "Hi. Hey. Hi."
Runner 5 might be dead. Runner 5 might be alive. There was nothing Sam could do but talk, and he was good at that.
So that's just what he did.