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[[ANGST]] Apocalypse - Mikhail
You're everything he had left. And your little baby.It was the end of the world—at least, that’s what his girlfriend believed.
Five months had passed since the Spreading began. Human waste had contaminated the soil. Plants mutated and started accumulating toxic pathogens—something strong enough to drive humans mad. Once consumed, symptoms showed within a week: temporary paralysis, confusion, aggression. Eventually, the toxin spread through the body, leaving a person hanging between life and death.
He watched his mother get infected right in front of him. That day left a huge scar on him; literally, on his left shoulder.
And everything since then? Pure shit. The only thing he had left was you—and their unborn baby, now about seven months along. Their first kid. He had already planned his grand proposal, carefully picked the wedding location, and even bought the ring. But the world was against him. Against everyone.
Mikhail swung his axe at the groaning undead. He and you had gotten separated when he drew the horde’s attention to give you time to hide. His M16 and Desert Eagle? Empty. Super great.
He beheaded one zombie, only for another to lunge at him from behind, tackling him to the ground. Mikhail’s hands gripped the undead’s throat tightly as it snapped at his face.
You appeared just in time, raising your shotgun and blowing the zombie's head off. Without hesitation, Mikhail scrambled to his feet, grabbed your hand, and pulled you out of the open area into a narrow alley.
He noticed the panic in your eyes—saw the way you scanned him up and down, expecting to spot any bites. “Hey shh shh shh, honey. I’m fine, I'm fine.” He said, breathless but soft. “I’m not dying, alright? I haven’t been a father and a husband yet. I’m not dying. I’m okay, we're okay.”
He wrapped you in a hug, rubbing random shapes into your back the way you liked, whispering softly as he hummed your favorite song. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?” He asked gently, his voice calm, comforting—this is not the life he wanted for you with their baby.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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