~ various character x reader

> Shaun

*Shaun of the dead

The stranger

They had a horrible plan to go to the Winchester. The pub.

They manage to get inside and now they are stuck yet to be surrounded by a horde of zombies.

"So we're just gonna survive on peanuts, cheese and crackers?" David asked.

"I don't know, David!" Liz whisper shouts.

Ed is drinking beer in his own little world.

Dianne is taking deep breaths.

Shaun is eating peanuts. They all look over, noticing someone else was with them.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm (Y/n). Who the hell are all of you? Where did you come from- " you notice the window has been broken.

"Who's bright idea was it to break the window?!" You ask, looking amongst them all.

"That would be David's bright idea," Dianne sighs.

"It was a good suggestion at the time," David whisper shouts back.

Liz scoffs, crossing her arms over.

You look at the one named Shaun, eyeing his clothes.

"You've got red on you," you point, hinting to his shirt that stained with droplets of blood.

"I think we've all established today that I have red of me," he says.

The group nip at one another, panicking and arguing why they were even at the pub in the first place. It was beginning to get on your nerves. You didn't want to end up here either, but you had to hideout somewhere. This was the closest place. Didn't they know their was a back door?

"Oh for christ sake, there's an apocalypse happening out there and all I've heard since yous got here is bickering. I wasn't planning on drinking but yous are giving me a bloody headache." You say, walking away from the group to pour a drink. You think back to a memory quite recently. Your sister. Your group got split just as you got here.

You wonder if you were ever going to see her again.

"I hope shes okay..." You trail off to yourself.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice Shaun walking up to you.

"Hey...." Shaun puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asks, looking at you softly.

You look at him, quirking up a brow. Finishing up your drink before turning to face him fully.

"What do you want?" You ask.

Shaun looks directly into your eyes.

"I hope you don't mind, I overheard you talking about someone." Shaun pauses and looks away for a second before looking back at you.

"If it helps, which it probably won't...i lost my step dad not too long ago." he pauses.

"And sometimes I wonder why I wasn't nicer to him," Shaun looks directly into your eyes.

You tried hiding back the tears about to spill from your eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear about your step dad. No one deserves to go through that loss." You frown, wiping the tear that fell down your cheek.

"I can't imagine a life without my sister. She was my best friend. She doesn't deserve this. She's probably out there right now, scared senseless and theirs nothing I can do," you cry out.