k n i f e { fem! reader x bbs squad }

{ chapter 1 } 4u

Y/N's POV:
My friend, Brooke, was sitting on the couch display, sighing.
I was pacing back and forth, anxious as I waited for my brother to come back.
He had gone out about an hour ago to search the mall for medical supplies.. or anything, really, that hadn't been raided.
He insisted that we didn't go with him, he was fine on his own.

That's when the door to the shop busted open, then chair blocking it flinging forward.
That can't be Erin, right?
I thought, as two men in masks walked in.
Each had him by one arm.
A tall male, no mask, but in a suit walked in behind him, a cocky smirk on his face.

My heart started to race.
Brooke jumped off the couch, standing close beside me.

"Is this yours, ladies?"
The one purred in a velvety smooth voice.

"Yes. Now set him down or I'll cut the shit out of you."
I growled back.

He simply chuckled.
"Tsk,tsk,tsk. Don't be so fiesty, love. If you continue acting this way,"
He motioned to Erin.

One of the others quickly slipped a gun under his chin, a gloved finger lightly on the trigger.

"Well.. you get the drift."
He laughed.

"Fine. What do you want from us?"
Brooke said before I could speaking, sounding alarmingly calm.
She was almost.. well, pretty much, holding me back.

"Everything you have."
He responded.

I felt her tense.
My face heated up in anger.

"Let him go. Then you can raid us. We'll leave of backpacks. Weapons. You can even search us. As long as you let him go."
I responded, my stomach turning.

"Awe. I was thinking we could have a little fun first."
He pouted.

"What kind of 'fun'?"
Brooke asked, raising a brow.

The man just looked at the one with the gun.

"This fun."
The guy said.
"Any last words?"
He asked Erin.

My heart stopped beating.
I want to help.
I wanted to fight.
But I couldn't.
I felt glued to the ground.

Erin looked at me with a smile, tears dripping down his face.

"I love you, n/n.."
He whispered.

The man chuckled, a loud bang.

I let out a scream, hot tears streaming down my face.

I heard a thump.

I couldn't see, or think straight.

There was yelling.

Everything was blurry.
So many emotions.
I felt as if I were about the fall over.

There was another gunshot, but it sounded like 2 at the same time.

There was the sounds of heavy foot steps.

I took deep breaths, for what felt like a hour, before I regained myself.

I shakily wiped my eyes.

What I saw made me vomit in my mouth.

Erin was dead, propped up against a wall, blood and chunks of nerves all over it.
Brooke was beside one of the masked guys.

Tears just welled again, but I forced them back.

The man was dead, blood pooling around them, but I saw Brooke's chest quickly rising and falling.

I ran over to her, falling onto my knees in front of her.

She stared at me, her eyes already starting to glaze over.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling half of her onto my lap.

"Don't die. Please, Brooke, you're all I have left.. don't fucking die!"
I choked out, my hands shaking.

"..kill them.. o..kay..?"
She whispered out.

"I will. I fucking will."
I said, tears falling down again.

She smiled, before I felt her body go limp.
She didn't say anything else.
I didn't see the rising of her chest.

"no.."
I whispered, hugging her to my chest.

"No,no,no,NO!"
I screeched the part.

I sat there for a minute, just hugging her, before I stood.
My knees were shaky as I carried her to the back of the shop, setting her down on a couch that had her bag on it.

I pulled off my Rick and Morty hat, placing it on her head.

"Don't worry... I'll kill the assholes.. I'll do whatever it fucking takes."
I promised, before picking up her bag.
I scooped mine off from the floor next to her.

I slowly walked over to Erin, swallowing vile that rose in my throat.

I crouched down beside him.

"You were the best sibling I could've asked for."
I smiled weakly.
"Even though there were times where I hated your guts, I still loved you, weirdo.."
I kissed his blood stained forehead before standing, grabbing his bag.

I sat on the floor, tears still rolling down my face as I dumped everything out.
Taking everything important, I shoved in into Erin's bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

I held the cloth cat Brooke had stitched together for me when we were younger.
It started at me with cute, white button eyes.

I stuck him in the rim of my cat socks, so his face was poking out next to my pocket knife.

I walked to the door, turning to face the inside.

"I loved both of you guys with my whole heart. You don't know how much this hurts to leave you.... God , why couldn't it have been me to die?"
I said, still shaken.

"It's her! How is she still alive?! You said you killed her, dumbass!"
I heard the man yell from down the mall.

I panicked, running as fast as I could out the door.

Wildcat's POV:
I sighed, leaning against the bottom floor's front set of unsmashed windows.
Evan had set me on zombie duty tonight, but so far, nothing.

Until I heard footsteps.
The right double door slammed open, then shut.
A girl was panting, her body pressed tightly against the door.

I ducked behind the front desk, studying her.
She was shaking, crying.
She had h/l, h/c hair and e/c eyes.
A blood stained black f/b shirt matched with her red splattered black ripped jeans and cat socks.
A lil cat plushie poked up, along with the small red handle of what I assumed was a pocket knife.

I jumped over the desk.
She jumped, falling.

"And what do you think you're doing?"
I growled harshly.

"A-About to s-shove my foot up your ugly a-ass!"
She stuttered out.

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A/n
Sorry it's short

Also when you kill your gf in the first chapter for story clout
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Sorry babe ❤️💞💞✨❤️💞❤️💞❤️