Nooo, Norman

Nooo, Norman

Damn I actually feel bad for Sammy

Can you do a zombie one with Norman and Sammy?

I’ll try my best! 😄

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Hands shaking. Sweat beading. Sammy held back a shuddering breath as he approached the motel Norman and Wendy had been staying in. Norman had already told Sammy through voicemail that he had taken his little sister somewhere safe. So she wouldn’t have to watch him turn, and so she wouldn’t be in danger of getting attacked. He’d have to go looking for her once this is over.

Still. That didn’t make this any less difficult. Although it was comforting knowing that he didn’t have to do what he has to do know in front of that little girl. Staring down at his pistol for what felt like minutes.

‘I’m sorry Norman.. you didn’t deserve this..’ The former music-director thought as he got close to the door. It had the currect number. The same address Norman mentioned on the phone. God, this was so hard.. if he focused hard enough he swore he could hear what sounded like quiet moaning somewhere inside.

Sammy carefully turned the door knob. Avoiding too much noise. Bracing himself for the whatever waited for him on the other side. When the door opened, he was surprised to find nothing. Just a regular motel room. It definitely had signs of being lived in. Although no signs of any threat.

Until he spotted the bathroom. He could see light under the crack of the door, and a shadow moving. Oh.. Norman must’ve locked himself in there so if anyone came looking for him he wouldn’t immediately try to kill them.

That was heartbreaking to say the least.. knowing that he had to lock himself in there.

The former music-director crept over to the bathroom door. Quiet as a mouse, he grabbed some lock-picks from his bag. Having found a pack of them in a store earlier. He very carefully twisted the lock, trying to open the door as soundlessly as possible.

With a few more twists, the door was finally unlocked with an audible click. Loud enough to grab the occupant’s attention. Sammy heard a unsettling gurgling noise. Disturbingly similar to what he imagined would be the sound made when a person chokes on their own blood.

Slowly, the young man pushed the door open to find something truly saddening.

Norman was sitting on the floor of the bathroom. One of his hands are cuffed to the handle of a cupboard. No doubt that it was to keep himself from escaping and hurting people. His eyes were yellow, and black blood was dripping down his face like tears. More blood was leaking out of his mouth. His skin was deathly pale, and his veins were visible and dark.

The moment he saw Sammy he started to growl and tried to reach for him with his other hand. When that didn’t work, the zombie tried to get up. Although his growls quickly turned into enraged shrieks upon finding that he couldn’t move. It wasn’t fair. There was food right in front of him. It smelled so delicious! His body hurt so bad. This unnatural hunger being more painful than anything he’d ever experienced. The pain strangely not being strictly located in his stomach, but also in his head.

“Norman.. I know you probably don’t remember me. Or really know what’s going on.. but I’m here to make it stop.” Sammy forced himself to muster up all the courage he had lost on the way here. “I.. I’m going to help you rest now..”

Norman answered in the form of a an aggressive snarl. Clearly not understanding a word his friend had just said to him. Continuing to try and pull his other arm free so he could get up and sink his teeth into his flesh. Tearing it to pieces.

Sammy’s hands began to shake again as he grabbed his pistol from his backpack. He slowly pointed it at the zombified form of his close friend. Steadily aiming for the head. As he did so, he thought about the times they had spent together before the outbreak. They were both still so young. Norman had hopes, and dreams, a little sister who loved him dearly. That was all gone now he guessed..

“P-Please forgive me for this Norman!”

He pulled the trigger, and Norman was no longer moving. Sammy burst into tears right then. Closing the door and leaving immediately. Unable to look at what he had done. He had just killed one of his best friends.. this.. this is too much. Sammy ran until he couldn’t run anymore. Almost passing out when he arrived at a Safehouse.

Once he got a bit of rest, he’d try and find Wendy. He owed that to Norman..

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Hey! Sorry this took awhile! I meant to finish this earlier but some stuff was going on at home. Sorry if this story isn’t very good either! It’s 1:02 AM so I’m a little tired. I tried my best to make it good though! I really hope you like it! 😄😅

Spot the Main Character

a book/movie/tv show: centers around a group of very different people thrown together by mission or circumstance who eventually grow from being a team to being a family

me:

guys i did it

I live how the snow's ability to confuse zombies, yeah Winter can be really be useful against the zombies it can slow them down

Are first I expected to zombies will attack him but nope they did something better..... by shoving the snow in their mouth like him and oh my gosh yes! Winter is beautiful!

Yo Sammy! You can use the zombies to clean the raod from snow!

Prompt: snow zombies

Snow zombies. This is going to be fun. 😆😆

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It was cold. Colder than usual.

For the dead this was strange. They were naturally cold beings.. but this was too much. Many zombies were outside when the snowing had started, and many survivors had taken to watching the undead react in confusion to the bizarre weather through binoculars. They couldn’t deny that it was pretty entertaining.

Sammy groaned. He didn’t like this. Being cold felt natural to him, but this is beyond freezing. Strange white things fluttered down from the clouds. Landing in his hair and on his face when he stared up at them. What were these things? They made him shiver more than usual and they seemed to be everywhere.

Several zombies nearby were huddling up together in a group. Trudging through the whiteness together trying to search for a meal. Sammy’s instincts instructed him to join the small band of wandering undead. During the walk he spotted what appeared to be some infected children, poking and prodding at the snow. Seeming just as bewildered about the strange white powder as he was.

Feeling his curiosity grow, he crouched down to try and touch the whiteness. His hand came back freezing and covered in the stuff. He groaned uncomfortably at the sensation and wiped his hand on his bloodstained clothes.

So touching it might not be the best idea.. what about eating it? It didn’t have a smell, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t food right? Maybe he’d have just a small taste. Scooping a pile up with his already frozen hands and shoving it into his mouth.

Nope. Too cold!

The former music-director spat it out. Way too cold. Definitely not food. That was a disappointment.. he was so hungry and he hasn’t seen even a single survivor today. It was almost like the food was hiding from him and the others..

There was a confused gurgle close by and Sammy turned to see that the zombies he had been traveling with had witnessed him try to eat the snow. They watched him curiously.

Apparently whatever he did, seemed to interest the rest of the undead. A few moaned questioningly while another few copied what he did. Shoving a small pile of snow into their mouths before spitting it out after realizing it wasn’t food.

Suddenly the rest of the dead started doing it too. Even the little undead children nearby started trying to eat cold, fluffy, white stuff that fell from the sky. What had he started? Sammy barely knew what any of this stuff was anyway.

Soon after everyone had finished trying the snow, they soon went back to whatever it was they were doing before. Huddling together and shuffling around searching for survivors. While Sammy continued to watch the mysterious white specks gently rain down. It may have been unpleasantly cold.. but for some reason Sammy found them to be pretty. Deciding to stay outside a little longer so he could watch them fall.

It almost seemed familiar.. had he seen these white things somewhere before?

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Hey! Thanks for sending me this prompt! It was fun to do! Sorry if it isn’t very good though! I kept getting distracted by the TV in my room. Sorry about that! I tried my best to make this good! I hope you like it! 😅

Dogs are the best, I can imagine Grant just pours all of his love and belly rubs to the puppy while said puppy is making cute noises!

Zombie prompt- They find a doggy! :)

Awwww! This one will be nice! They deserve some happy stuff! 😄

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Shawn was shocked. Completely and utterly stunned. The last thing he had been expecting to find today, was a puppy. An adorable tail-wagging little pitbull puppy. The thing was absolutely precious, and it seemed to be trying to play with the zombies.

Thankfully the undead just seemed mildly confused, and didn’t try to attack it. Shawn guessed that only human meat was on their menus. He sighed with relief in the alley he was hiding in.

A gurgling noise came from one infected man that got pounced by the puppy. Stumbling and accidentally falling on their back in the street. Several other zombies stopped what they were doing to watch. All slowly shuffling over to see what was causing such a ruckus.

The pittie puppy just let out an excited “woof” and tried to steal the zombie’s shoe. It was so cute that Shawn could barely stop himself from laughing. Another zombie tried to approach the puppy. It didn’t seem to be out of agression or hostility. More like curiosity. It tried to touch the little pitbull but yelped in surprise when the puppy tried to lick them.

‘I’ve got to try and bring that little guy home for Grant! He’d love it!’ Shawn thought to himself, happy with his adorable discovery. First he just needs to catch it. That sweet little puppy shouldn’t be out here on its own.

It took awhile for the zombies to leave. Most-likely an hour or two. They had left screeching and chasing after something, so the former-toymaker assumed that they had spotted an unlucky survivor somewhere. Shawn felt bad about not being able to help.. but there wasn’t much he could do anyway. Might as well focus on getting the puppy to the Safehouse.

With no one else in sight the puppy started sniffing around for things to eat. Fortunately for Shawn he happened to have a small bag of beef jerky on him. Just in case he got hungry.

“Here boy! Here boy!” Shawn said in a loud whisper. Wanting to be loud enough for the little pitbull to hear, but quiet enough to not alert any unseen undead.

The puppy stopped sniffing and saw the man. Immediately running over to lick his face. Tail wagging with glee. It found a human! This one seemed different from the weird humans and it seemed to want to play with it!

“Aww. Come on little guy. Let’s get you home. There we can get you all fed and clean.” Shawn smiled and chuckled as he scooped up the little puppy. Giving it a little kiss, which the little dog happily responded by licking his face.

“I think Grant’s going to love you.”

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Hey! Thanks for this prompt! It was so cute and it was really fun to write! Sorry if it’s not that great though, and sorry I only wrote Shawn finding the puppy. I forgot to add Grant and by the time I realized it I felt it was too late to change it. Sorry about that. I hope you like this story despite that! 😆😅

Also I decided to go with a pitbull puppy, because I think those dogs deserve more love. 😄