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i . INFECTION.

1. YOU ARE INFECTED. It could be days, hours, or even minutes before you turn. Do you keep it to yourself and pray for a cure? Or do you hand your weapon over and trust your friend to put you down before you can hurt anyone else.
2. YOU KNOW. At least, you're pretty sure. They've been getting thinner, weaker, and the temperature that they're running can't be good. How do you proceed?
3. THEY'RE STILL HUMAN. These zombies are still people, you're the only one that sees it. You just can't take the killing anymore. Or maybe you just want to KILL THEM ALL. You're sick of these things. They're already dead, there's nothing human left in those eyes - you're a zombie killing machine.
4. IT'S YOU OR ME. There's no way the two of you can get out of here alive. Are you a good enough friend to let them go, or are you the sort to ensure that you only have to outrun them.
5. ABOMINATION. You've handled everything you've come across so far, but this is just wrong. Be it a baby, an animal, or a horrific mutation that grants it special powers - this one is throwing you for a loop.
6. NOT YOU. You recognize that one. Maybe it's a family member, a close friend, a lover, or a co-worker - you know who they are. Do you have the strength to do what needs to be done?

ii . SUPPLIES.

1. NOTHING LEFT. You're running out of almost everything. You've only got enough to feed one person now. Do you give it up, or are you ready to kill so that you may survive?
2. FOOD RUN. You and your buddy are all that stands between your group and cannibalism. Better hop to it.
3. ROTTEN. It's sat out too long and now everything is bad. You might have eaten it before you realized how rotten it was and now you're paying the price.
4. STOCKED. You found the ideal hideout and you want for nothing.

iii. YOU AGAINST THE WORLD

. YOU'VE GOT A PLAN. You can protect your team, but it might cost you your life.
2. IMPROVISED WEAPONRY. They're closing in and you've got to think fast.
3. MUTINY. You're tired of their authority. You can do a better job.
4. ESCAPE. That city was getting too full, you've hotwired and tricked out a vehicle and now you're getting the hell out of dodge. Any zombie causalities are completely intentional.
5. SURROUNDED. Your safe space isn't so safe. They're on all sides of you and you're starting to run out of ammo.
6. NEVER ENDING ROAD TRIP. You've been in this car for ages, everyone is getting tired, and you're not sure where a safe rest stop is.
7. YOU WERE IN ON IT. You're safe in the head office of EVIL INC. and nothing can go wrong. Unless that clumsy scientist knocks that vial over, or unless one of your co-workers goes mad with the guilt. Or maybe you didn't know what you were getting into, maybe you've switched sides and you two aim to fix this mess.
8. ONLY ONES LEFT. Everyone else is dead. You're all that's left in the world. Where do you go from here?

iv. WILDCARD.
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[ it'll be easier to show her than try to to explain. (and that way he won't have to say he fucked things up in actual words) so he sits next to her and slowly moves his sleeve so she can see their little problem. ]

We might have a little time to move somewhere else.

[ before he has to shoot himself in the head. he wouldn't ever ask her to do it, or even to be there, but she needs to know what's going to happen. ]

[ there's no question as to what he's showing her and what it means. she presses a hand against her mouth, cutting off the sharp little inhale of horror.

a little time. a little time to find a good place for him to die, that is what he means. ]

It might not spread.

[ futile. they are both physically enhanced in different ways, but there's no questioning what will happen. she knows that. ]

[ he doesn't say anything for a moment, thinking hard. he absently gnaws on his thumb for a moment before letting out a slightly angry huff. he's always liked unbeatable odds, but this is cutting it close, even for him. ]

We could put me in a meat locker.

[ freeze him again. he hates the idea of it, it's too close to the parts of his past that he loathes and can't escape, but it's the only way he can think of to keep the virus from spreading. ]

And if it thaws?

[ everything was unreliable these days. but they didn't have a lot of options.

either way, she was losing him again. ]

How long ago did you acquire that? We could amuptate.

Less than an hour. Maybe twenty minutes at the most.

[ there's a grimace on his face he can't hide. he knows he can still fight with one hand missing, but there's something about having both of his flesh and bone hands be gone that just rubs him the wrong way.

he'd never be able to feel the way her hair felt between his fingers as he kissed her again. ]

We'd need to move before we could do it. Find some place clean. [ ish. nothing's really clean these days. ]

It might not make a difference.

[ that must be said. the disease could have already spread--it probably had, truth be told. she'd be ripping his arm off for no reason. ]

We could try the meat locker first.

[ someone would find a cure. richards was probably already at work on it. if she could find a way to keep him frozen until then...

breathe. think of what to do, not about how every second spent speaking was a second wasted. that's what she tells herself in this moment. ]

[ the meat locker might not make a difference either, but he doesn't need to tell her that. sitting here without making a decision one way or another is just letting the infection spread even more, though. ]

No, we try the arm first. If it doesn't work, we'll try the meat locker. If it does, we get Stark to build me another arm.

[ after all, if the meat locker didn't work, it'd be too far into him for them to amputate.

he moves so he's kneeling in front of her and reaches out to brush his fingertips across her cheek, memorizing the way it feels. ]

This isn't gonna be what does me in. [ he hopes to god this isn't going to be what does him in. this isn't how he wants to go out. ]

[ she reaches up, presses and holds his hand to her cheek. a silent apology. this will be painful, and there's no way for her to ease that for him. ]

Can you think of anywhere we can go for this?

[ somewhere clean. somewhere that she can do this in relative peace and then steralize the wound before it turns septic. places like that are hard to come by in this day and age. ]

[ he brushes his thumb over her cheekbone as he thinks. ]

There's a place about fifteen miles west that should work.

[ an old, run-down doctor's office. it was probably the easiest place to do it. they should probably get moving, but he takes a moment to lean in and press his lips to her forehead, his own kind of apology. ]

[ inhale. exhale.

there's not time for this, to stand here holding on to him so tightly it must be hurting him. every minute they waste is another minute the infection has to take hold.

but she tips her head back and kisses him anyway, and tries not to think that this might be the last time. ]

Then we should move quickly.

[ this is going to be the last time he gets to touch her and feel her like this, and he doesn't want to let go of this moment. but he has to, if he wants to beat this thing. ]

The truck's out back.

[ ~~because every zombie apocalypse needs a pick-up truck~~

he brushes the backs of his fingers over her cheek one more time before he stands and offers her his hand. ]

[ she takes it, curls her fingers through his. and keeps their hands linked, through the entire car ride until they get to the doctor's office. ]

You can still back out.

I'm not backing out.

[ but he reaches out and touches her cheek, her throat, her hand, one last time. ]

Do it.

[ before she starts, she kisses each of his fingertips, and then his palm.

and then she goes to work, as quickly and professionally and...well, it can never be painless, but she attempts to make it so. it's done fast and done well, not surgeon precise, but serviceable.

after, when he is safe and this plague is dealt with, she will find nick and he will give james a new arm. that is a certainty, because natasha will make it so. ]

[ it hurts more than he expected it to, and he can't keep completely silent when it happens, though he tries his hardest.

when it's done, he leans back against a wall, shaky and sweaty, but smirking just a bit. it doesn't feel like there's anything in him, and while it's juuust a little too soon to tell for sure, he's fairly certain they were in time. ]

I think you're gonna have to drive later.

How do you feel?

[ natasha is putting everything in a neat little pile and pouring gasoline on it. it never hurts to be careful, and leaving blood around, especially theirs, is never a wise thing to do. ]

Lopsided.

[ he's just shaky enough that he's not sure he's up to helping her with the clean up right now. but he's telling bad jokes, so that's probably a good sign. ]

We'll commission a new one.

[ later, after they find somewhere to hole up for the night, she'll deal with their clothes. bucky isn't allowed to go clothes shooping since his taste is atrocious. ]

Can you get to the truck?

[ his taste really is atrocious. that bowling shirt... ]

I'm missing an arm, not a leg.

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all of them ;;

omg how do i even ;;

my kingdom for an edit button...

alkdjgsa gosh kat you and your editing.

aslkdjfsd i'm sorry ;;

lies you're never sorry

this is true :c

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would you like some more heartbreak in your day.

yes. yes, i would.

oh good i think i can deliver.

and suddenly this is not as sad...

cut off one little arm and all the angst goes away.

the arm was being possessed by an angst monster

thank goodness they disposed of it.

ikr?