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Female America - Zombie Fighting Death Penalty

(Anonymous) 2013-08-09 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
In a zombie apocalypse setting. There are safe walled off regions that humans live. In those regions death penalties are carried out by throwing someone off the wall and onto the zombie side. There are no retrials. Female America is found guilty of a crime and is sentenced to death.

Bonus 1: Meeting someone who was born and raised on the other side of the wall, like Belarus or something.

Bonus 2: Her relatives (FACE) throw stuff over the wall for her.


(Anonymous) 2013-08-09 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
I would so write this if I had the time. Sadly, I don't.

Re: Female America - Zombie Fighting Death Penalty

(Anonymous) 2013-08-10 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon currently in the process of filling has a question for OP: Are pairings all right? (Anon was thinking AmeBel...)

Re: Female America - Zombie Fighting Death Penalty

(Anonymous) 2013-08-10 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here, I love AmeBel

Fifteen Paces 1/?

(Anonymous) 2013-08-10 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
“I can walk from here,” Amelia said quietly, shaking off the rough hands propelling her towards the gate. The hands gave her one last shove, into the red zone.

Somewhere behind her, people were screaming, and there was the steady banging of metal on metal. She knew what it was in an instant, though she’d only borne witness to one execution in her life.

She’d been young, too young to do more than cling to her father’s side and watch as two men were escorted into the red zone and out of the city gates. Their family had been banging frantically on the drums, a quick one two three beat to draw the wandering zombies away from the gates.

It bought them a few minutes, her fathers had later explained.

Now, they were on opposite sides of the city, in the middle of the red zone, banging out a steady rhythm to buy her a few minutes.

Behind her, someone called her name. She closed her eyes and took a steady step forward. Only fourteen steps left.

Every child was taught that the red zone was fifteen paces long. To buy time, as much of life these days was designed to. Fifteen paces, five more than the time required for a bite to turn lethal. Fifteen paces, just enough time to load a riffle and aim. Fifteen paces, almost long enough to recall everything you’ve ever been taught about zombie killing and human weakness and survival on the outside.

Another step, then another. She heard her name again, and knew the voice to be her twin’s.

One foot in front of the other, eyes closed, path straight. Deep breath in, deep breath out... Matthew shot out into the red zone, almost managed to take her hand, but someone else ran out after him and pulled him back.

Head bowed, nine paces left.



The drums grew louder.

Seven, six, five...

The two guards at the gate each took a handle in hand, ready to push her out into the wild and slam the door after her.

She froze. There was nothing, out there, or so she’d been told. No food, no water, no life. Only endless death, and unending fields of the undead. No one survived more than fifteen paces, on the outside.

The drums grew louder still, until they drowned out everything for the sound of the blood rushing through her veins.

There would be no coming back, even if she did survive. She’d never see her brother again, or her fathers, or her friends, or her dog. She would never know love, or comfort, or happiness, ever again.

She took another staggering step forward. And another. And another, until she was just a step away from the edge.

The drums beat louder and faster and stronger as the gates began to slide open. There was still a throng of zombies outside the gate, five men deep, hungry and savage. There was no way...

Amelia took the last step and ran for her life.

Re: Fifteen Paces 1/?

(Anonymous) 2013-08-10 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here

Oh, I love this so, so much. I can't wait until the next part. I had subscribed to my original request to get e-mail but it doesn't seem to be sending the emails. I wonder if she will live or die. How long will she last? What caused her to be executed? So many questions!

Re: Fifteen Paces 1/?

(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
*Has the same problem as OP anon*

But on another note, I am bookmarking this fic. I am so bookmarking this fic. Looking forward to more!

Fifteen Paces 2/?

(Anonymous) 2013-08-27 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Big update in which we meet the family. Yay!

Five miles later, there was nothing following her.

Twilight was just beginning to fall, and some part of Amelia suggested she weather the night in a tree.

There was a nice one just fifteen paces away, a large oak with thick foliage and chirping birds and large branches close together.

Just as Amelia was getting around to thinking about rising from the spot she’d collapsed in, someone leapt down from said tree.

Amelia screamed and grabbed the nearest branch, jumping up and swinging it in front of her.

A white-haired girl stood in front of her, having caught the make-shift weapon. “Impressive. You just might survive,” she said, stepping around the stick and making her way to a shocked Amelia.

“You’re... You’re a person!”

“So are you,” said the girl, beginning to walk away.

“Hey!” Amelia called out. “You’re not just going to leave me here, are you?”

“Of course not. You’re following me, aren’t you? I’m leading you to safety.”


The white haired girl paused impatiently.

“What if it’s a trap?”

The girl shrugged. “Maybe it is. If you don’t trust me, be my guest and spend the night in a tree. Just remember that I tried to help you when you wake up tomorrow morning with fifty zombies moaning below you and no way to get down without being eaten.”

The girl began to walk again, picking her way expertly over the roots of the large oak.

“Wait,” Amelia whined. When the girl didn’t stop, she huffed. “I’m coming. Just wait for me.”

“Hurry up. It’s getting dark.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my brother’s bunker.”

“You have a brother? Like, another person?”

“Well, he’s not a zombie yet.”

“Yet? What do you mean yet?”

Suddenly, Amelia found herself slammed up against a tree, the other girl’s sharp knife to her throat. “Look,” the girl growled. “If there is one thing you need to understand about living out here, is that you will get bitten. It may not be today, and it may not even be tomorrow, but one day you’ll get careless, or you’ll get trapped, or you’ll get weak in the heat of battle, or you’ll get sick, or you’ll fall. And you make the most of what time you have and concentrate on buying those and those you love a few more seconds.”


“There are no buts. There is no question of whether or not you’ll become a zombie; it’s just a question of when.” The girl’s eyes flashed in sync with her knife, and Amelia decided to be silent.

Satisfied, the girl once more sheathed her knife and began walking once more. “You learn fast. You might even last the week.”

“You’re so cynical.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, the world ended a couple of years back. Oh, and ninety-nine percent of people are zombies.”

“Yeah, but that’s no reason to be so focused on death!”

The girl shot him a glare.

“Well, maybe it is, but come on, there’s got to be something to be happy for.”

“I was happy before I decided to rescue you.”

“What were you doing in a tree, anyway?”



“Tiring day.”

“You mean there’s stuff to do in this wasteland?”

“There’s always a lot of stuff to kill and never enough people to do it.”

“You’re a killer.”

“You will be, too, if you plan to live through tomorrow.”

Amelia shuddered. “What’s your name, anyway?”


“That’s a pretty name.”

“It’s what I am.”

They came to a three-story structure standing elevated from the ground. There were several ladders adorned with bells leading up to the first story. The girl bid her to wait as she tapped out a short rhythm on the wooden leg closest to the ladder. She then began to ascend. Amelia followed her.

They then entered the first floor through a series of three doors. The first opened with a turn knob, and there was blood on the entryway, while the second opened with a key. The third opened only with a hand scan. The girl explained to Amelia that they system was set up so that they could get to safety quickly if a zombie managed to follow one of them up the ladder, but that no zombie could get past the first door, and no human past the third.

“Clever,” Amelia said.

“Survival,” the other girl replied.

Amelia followed the white haired girl into a surprisingly comfortable-looking abode. “Nice place you have, here.”

“Like I said, you make the most of life while you can. Anyway, you need to meet my brother before you do anything else.”

“All right.”

The girl went off to the side of the room and knocked on a door in the corner. “Brother,” she called.

In a moment, a tall man wearing a heavy coat emerged from the room. “Oh, you have brought a guest, I see?” He circled Amelia, looking her up and down.

“Ivan,” she said warningly.

“She has been stupid. Gotten herself hurt. Look, her arms are scratched and her knees are skinned. I do not need another child in my house.”

The girl hung her head. “I’m sorry, brother. I thought it would be nice to have someone to play with...”

Ivan sighed at his sister’s sorry look. “Fine, keep her. Treat her. Feed her, give her a bed. Train her yourself, and do not cry when she dies.”

“Of course, brother. You,” she said, pointing to Amelia, “Come with me.”

Amelia followed the girl into a spacious bathroom and lifted herself up onto the countertop. “Thanks, I guess.”

“It is nothing.”

“Why? Why do you want me here?”

“It’s been lonely, since my sister died.”

“Oh... Oh, man, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I-”

The girl’s eyes hardened. “Everyone dies. It is nothing to be sorry for.”

Amelia turned away, folding her hands in her lap and waiting for the other to speak again.

“My real name is Natalia,” she confessed.

“I sort of thought you were lying earlier,” Amelia laughed. “I’m Amelia.”

“We need to treat your wounds,” Natalia said, grabbing a first-aid kit from the shelf and beginning the long and difficult process of cleaning Amelia’s wounds. When she was done, Natalia glared up at her and said, “I will have to train you to have a greater pain tolerance. You are not fit for fighting.”

“Hey, I’m plenty fit!”

Natalia gave her a clearly disbelieving look. “We’re done here. Would you like to eat first or meet the others?”

“Others? There are actually other people here!”

“Yes. Six of them, beside myself and Ivan.”

“No way.”

“The scavenging team is going to be back any minute now, and the others are upstairs.”

At that moment, a familiar rhythm rang through the house, and an eager voice began shouting two stories up. Natalia rolled her eyes and moved to stand in the doorway to the bathroom. “This happens every day,” Natalia explained.

Both the door to the outside and the door to the stairwell slammed open at the same time. A loud man without louder hair shot across the room towards the scavenging party, and all but jumped on one of them men.

“Did you bring me back a can of peaches?” He asked, shaking like a dog.

The other man gave him an exaggerated eye roll and dug into his pockets. He drew out a can and handed it to the loud man, who jumped up and down and hugged both members of the scavenging party.

“Matthias,” one of them complained, at which point Matthias released them with a laugh.

Two more men followed Matthias from the stairway at a more sedate pace. One of them looked younger than Amelia and was carrying a sniper riffle. “Anything follow you back?” He asked.

“Only one. It was stupid, and slow, and it never came more than a half a mile close.”

“You bring me any ammo?”

“No, but we got you a new gun and some gun-power.”

“Let’s see it.”

One of the scavenger party brought an AK-47 out of his sack, and the man with the riffle began to squeal and fawn over the gun.

“It’s beautiful, Lukas!”

“All yours, Tino.”

Lukas began to drag his sack from the entryway, and Matthias hastened to help him.

Tino turned to the silent man who had followed him down and gestured towards the other man’s sack. “Ber, help Emil,” he said with a pout.

“Yeah, Berwald, make yourself useful,” Matthias shouted from the stairway, slinging the sack over his shoulder.

Berwald merely grunted as he relieved Emil of his burden.

Tino made his way past the others and went outside, only to return a few moments later with a grin on his face. “Got it,” he said to no one in particular. Natalia moved aside for him as he entered the bathroom to wash his hands.

He startled at the sight of Amelia standing behind Natalia, and put his hands on his hips. “Natalia! What have I told you about bringing strange girls home?”

Natalia mumbled something incomprehensible and Tino let out another exaggerated sigh.

“What was that?”

“I said that you’re not my mother,” Natalia shot back.

“Tsk, don’t say such things. I’m everyone’s mother.”

Natalia huffed at him and gave him a light shove.

Tino smiled at her before turning to Amelia. “Now, young lady, promise me you won’t go breaking Natalia’s heart. If you do, I will personally ensure that your undead eternity will be an unhappy one.”

Amelia laughed nervously. “Uh, I’ll try. But I don’t see what you can do to me if I’m already dead. It’s not as if zombies can feel or anything.”

“Common misconception,” Tino said, thrusting his hands under the faucet and waiting for the water to run over them.

“Um... All right.”

“I’m Tino, by the way! I live on the third floor with my family.”

“Those... Those people were your family?”

“Yeah,” Tino sighed fondly. He finished washing up and motioned for Amelia to follow him. “Come, I’ll introduce you.”

Amelia simply frowned and clung to Natalia, who shrugged her off and handed her off to Tino before following them up the stairs.

Tino filled the silence with mindless chatter, while Amelia kept shooting nervous glances at Natalia.

On the third floor landing, loud, merry voices greeted them. “You get it?” Matthias called.

Tino rolled his eyes. “Never miss.” As he hung up his riffle on a wall covered in various weaponry, Tino introduced them. “Natalia brought home another one.”

“You give her your mother hen talk?”


Matthias laughed and turned to appraise Amelia. “I call four days!”

Lukas briefly looked away from the meal he was cooking to say, “Three for me.”

“I give her twenty-four hours,” Emil said, barely looking up from his book.

“Have a little faith, guys,” Tino laughed. “I say five days, at the very least.”

“Two,” Berwald grunted out.

“I don’t know what it is with all of you out here,” Amelia finally burst out, “but I’d really like it if you’d all stop betting on my life!”

Everyone turned to stare at her and muttered out a quiet apology.

“I’m Amelia, and you’d better remember that, because I’m planning to sticking around a while.”

“Why are you here, anyway?” Matthias asked.

Amelia looked away. “Crime.”

Tino laughed. “Another criminal!” A chorus of cheers met his statement.

“I didn’t do it,” Amelia said, eyes flashing.

“Oh.” A chorus of groans moved through the room.

“Is she a killer or a hunter?” Lukas asked, passing around several bowls of meat.

Natalia glanced at Amelia. “Neither.”

Lukas wrinkled his nose. “You know that we can’t-”

“I didn’t say she was useless.”

“You don’t mean...”

“Probably,” Natalia said.

“Guys,” Amelia whined. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll probably join my brother and his friend in their work.”

“Which is...”

“My brother’s friend, he was bitten two years ago, and...”

“He never turned,” Matthias finished for her.

“So, they’re working on a cure.”

Amelia smiled. “See, I told you there was something to live for, to be happy about! I told you!”

“Shut up,” Natalia growled.

Amelia nudged her. “Come on, admit it.”


“You know you wanna!”

“You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly cool, yeah.”

“Nat,” Tino interrupted. “You want one of us to talk to Ivan? I know that he’s a bit difficult at times.”

“No, I will talk to him,” Natalia replied.

“We’ll be there anyway,” Matthias assured her.

“Are you sure she’s fit to be a researcher?” Tino asked.

“We could use another hunter,” Lukas added.

“Maybe if Tino stopped fucking around with his guns,” Emil said, flipping through his book.

“H’y,” Berwald growled at them. “Th’t’s my w’fe.”

“Yeah! And I make your job possible! And I’m the best zombie killer we have!”

“Except for that one time,” Matthias reminded him smugly.

“I was drunk,” Tino said defensively.

“Whatever, you’d probably get us all killed anyway,” Emil said with a wave of his hand.

Tino plucked the book out of Emil’s hands and Berwald quickly rushed over to intervene. After a few moments of intense glaring, Tino allowed Berwald to lead them away into one of the bedrooms.

Emil shrugged and picked up his book where he’d left off.

“What if I don’t want to work on this zombie cure?” Amelia asked.

“Then you come out killing with me,” Natalia answered. “I’m going to train you to kill anyway.”

“What makes you think I would be such a good researcher, though?”

Natalia’s cheeks colored and she looked away. “You’re... You’re clever.”

Amelia found herself blushing as well and began to fiddle with the buttons on her shirt. “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

Natalia snapped upright and grabbed Amelia’s wrist. “Come, I will show you to your quarters.”

“Bye!” Matthias called out after them.

Re: Fifteen Paces 2/?

(Anonymous) 2013-08-30 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Op here

UKRAINE IS DEAD *cries*! I am sure she went out like a badass mama bear saving her younger siblings. Great update! I can't wait for the next one. I can't wait to see Amelia being trained and who Ivan's friend is.