Literature
Apocalypse (MarkiplierXReader) Preview
You sat in a crumbling building eating once again a very cold and stale breakfast which consisted of: stale bread, somewhat fresh cheese, and a few handfuls of dried cereal.
You couldn't start a fire, not even if you wanted to, the zombie apocalypse was at its height, so you were constantly moving.
You had joined with some person who was in need of some help with hunting deer and such, but they went out to do something last night and haven't been back since, you figured they were dead.
You huffed as you packed all of your gear together and started out on your journey once again.
You always seemed to find yourself on your own, whoever deci