Writer's Block

(UNFINISHED) Mike x Reader

It was a group of Scars.

One of them came up to me, aiming a gun at me.

"Don't move." He threatened.

He disarmed me, taking all of my guns and my hammer.

"Okay, okay. It's good. We're all good." You whispered, attempting to make peace with them.

The man kept the same mean look on his face until he suddenly didn't.

A bullet whizzed by, right through his head.

The person that was holding me hostage finally let go of me. I turned around and saw she was dead also.

I looked to where the bullet came from and saw Mike with a bolt-action rifle in hand.

I grabbed my hammer and started taking down Scars left and right.

...

I was covered in so much blood, it was dripping from my face.

Out of breathe, I looked around for any more.

There was one more but he wasn't trying to kill me. I walked over to him. He was sitting in the corner of the room, hugging his knees.

Once he was saw me come closer, he cowered and tried scooting away from me.

"Please, don't kill me. I never wanted to do any of this." He pleaded.

He was just a kid.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Mike said walking over to me.

Once he noticed the Scar, he asked, "Why haven't you killed him yet?"

"I... I... I can't." You said.

I was confused. I'm supposed to kill Scars. But this one hasn't done anything to me. This feels all wrong.

"It's fine," Mike said, surprisingly in a soft tone, "Leave the room if you have to."

I immediately turned around and quickly left the room.

Why did I do that? Why do I feel okay with Mike killing that innocent kid?

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

"No! NO WAI-"

I heard the gun go off and then silence.

Tears pricked my eyes.

Mike walked out as he holstered his gun.

"What was that you pulled back there?" He asked, sounding irritated.

"Huh?" You asked, surprised, as your voice shook.

"Doing shit like that can get you in trouble."

"B-But he was just a little kid I couldn't ju-"

"If Isaac hears about this, you'll be in deep shit."

"But, Mi-"

"I don't wanna hear it. Get in the truck, we're going back to the base."

07/03/22, 07/04/22

...

This one feels like a 3rd person type

You were out on patrol with your Mom, Mike, and another WLF soldier named Alan. The four of you combed through multiple areas, looking for infected, Scars, or trespassers. You did find a building with a few infected, other than that, the city was empty.

You decided to head back to base but the sun was starting to set so you all set up camp in an hotel overgrown with flora.

You didn't know Alan much so you talked with him until you felt tired.

"Okay, so I shot this big Scar in the head one time and he was completely unfazed by it."

"What?!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah, totally unfazed! But luckily, he didn't find out where I was and he just walked off!"

"No way!"

"I know right?! The whole time I thought to myself 'There's a dude walking around somewhere with a bullet in his face.'"

You laughed at Alan's last sentence before turning to Mike.

"Mike, do you hear this shit?"

"Yeah, I hear it alright." Mike said, feigning laughing.

You continued to laugh until your Mom shut you down.

"Y/N, language." She said calmly.

"Sorry, Mom."

Mike didn't exactly know why but he felt a pang of jealousy that he wasn't the one making you laugh.

...

You awoke to the sound of Mike muffled voice from the other room. It was almost comforting to hear him just talk on and on. You wondered what he was talking about.

Suddenly he stopped talking and you heard a knock on your door. You sat up.

"Come in." You said drowsily.

The door opened and Alan's head popped in.

"Good morning. Got your breakfast ready for you."