One Shots {♡Tom Tord♡}

Zombie[Part 6]

[Good Ending]

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"There is a cure!" He cried, the brunette flinched.
"Really!?" The brunette said, excitement in his voice.
"Yes, it'll take time. But we need a blood sample." The eyeless brit said.
"Blood sample of a zombie?" The other questioned.
"No, from Tord." He said with a sigh.
He went to a nearby and took a syringe from a drawer, it was confined in a plastic packing.
He shoved it into his pocket.
"Grab some things, I'll get the chemicals for the cure." The eyeless brit said.
"Isn't Tord the one who got an A+ in science and chemistry!?" The brunette said.
"Yeah, but he's no use right now." The eyeless brit said, he got a little frustrated.
"Tom." The brunette said, hating to see his friend like this.
"It's just, so hard to see him like that. What if he's too far gone?" He asked.
The brunette sighed.
"He won't be, this will prove it. Give it to him first." The brunette answered the question and help the others worries.
"Your right." He said, the two got what they needed.
Climbing into the back of the van, he held the instructions.
"What is all this?" The ginger asked, his skin was a pale green.
"The cure, we just need a blood sample from Tord." The brunette answered.
The eyeless brit had pulled out the syringe, taking it out of it's packaging.
He held onto it correctly and got close to the cage.
The norsk growled and snapped at him, the eyeless brit sighed.
The pain in his heart to see the other this way.
"I'll turn you back, I promise." The eyeless brit said.
He pricked the norsk with the needle, trying to keep him still at the cage entrance.
He got his blood sample and closed the cage.
"Glad he has that muzzle." The ginger said, it would of gotten gorey if it wasn't for it.
The eyeless then began to work, being careful.
He thought on how the norsk would of done it, not taking breaks.
Adding liquids and stuff to create things, obeying the instructions.
This taking him three days and nights, by the fourth night he had finished it.
He had managed to take more than one syringe, placing the cure into it.
"Moment of truth." He said. Pricking the norsk and injecting it.

Of course the cure doesn't work right away, at first they had heard low growls before a loud shriek.
It lasted for hours as the three had to keep their ears covered for those hours.
It had stopped after about four hours, the norsk going deadly quiet.
This sign worried the eyeless brit, he just stayed by the cage.
The second day, the norsk was basically asleep, his chest shakily rising and falling.
He was coming back from the dead, it would take time.
His eye's were normal and his skin a pale green.
"Tom?" The norsk called out, the brit had teared up.
Hearing the norsk was making him overjoyed.
"Holy shit, your alright." The eyeless brit said.
Eventually the cure was used on the rest of them, they stuck in the van.
"Can't believe I was the cure." The norsk said with a light chuckle.
They all laughed.
They just survived together, an experience that was horrible.
"Wait, is that a helicopter?" The brunette asked.

The four climbed out of the van and waved towards the helicopter.
It had gotten the signal and landed, a few soldiers rushed over.
"Are anyone of you bitten?" The soldier asked.
"We made a cure, here." The eyeless brit said, handing the instructions and the actual cure to him.
"Thanks, this will be helpful. Hop in." The soldier said, the four got in.
Each taking a seat, all breathing a sigh of relief.
It was over, they can be safe now.
The norsk and eyeless brit had looked at each other.
They both exchange a small smile, feeling happy.
The helicopter had then flew up and shot at any zombies.
Going back to a zone, it was zombie free and safe for everyone.
The four got out and smiled, the brit helped the norsk walk.
It would be hard when just being resurrected of almost being the living dead.
They saw so many survivors of this apocalypse.
They had greeted old friends and neighbors, the soldier walking away with the cure.

The four had then gotten settled, the norsk and eyeless brit had shared a space.
They had moved their beds closer together, the norsk chuckling as the brit had hit him with a pillow.
He attacked back, before running away.
They rushed around the room, pillows thrown at eachother.
Laughter was the only thing heard, free to fool around and have fun.
"I missed this!" The norsk said, he was out of breath and giggling.
"Yeah." The brit said.
Both huffing in and out air.
"Let's hope this doesn't change." The norsk said, walking closer and the two connected their lips.
They then pulled away, the brit not wanting to pull away.
The pain of almost losing the norsk, this was heaven to him.
"I love you." The brit said, the norsk looked shocked.
"Heh, love ya too." The norsk said, showing a small smile.

Let's hope for a better future.

The end