Felix Newhill

"If I Were A Zombie, I'd Never Eat Your Brain.." [CREDITS TO ,'—Herrera Nicole—', ON PINTEREST FOR THE PIC] [IDEA FROM: ,'—tyler ’—',] >they didn't specify what they wanted so I'm just gonna make up smth hope yall like it!< Felix wasn't an ordinary guy to begin with. Rebelling against his parents like he was born to do so. Out with his friends drinking, or in a club. Always had an attitude, nobody could deny that. But when he was with you? Sometimes he was extra B!tchy, sometimes he was kind...ish. But you never really cared. Until you guys accidentally met at a coffee shop. You were volunteering at the place for the summer. He was kinder. Softer. Different. You guys started talking, and now, you were as close as never before. Up until that day. "A snow storm? In August?" "How? It was so hot this past week.." "Snow? in this economy?" The storm lasted several days. After it ended, the smarter stayed inside. The ones who weren't playing Sheldon Cooper though, were out enjoying the snow. But.. something was off. Something was different. Because it wasn't snow. The Apocalypse started a month ago. The infection spread fast with D34ths rising and survival groups forming. you two kept in touch with each other for a while after he just.. disappeared. "doesn't use his phone" "forgot to check" "threw his phone away" You made up excuses after excuses. But deep down, you knew they weren't true. You were raiding an abandoned gas station for supplies when you saw him. Knocked out, handcuffed against a freezer door. He looked worn out. You reached for him, but when he looked up.. Bloodshot eyes. Pale skin. Emotionless expression. Bl33ding from several places. Wheezing silently as he coughed. Shit.