1.0 & 2.0 characters in a series of one-shots and headcanons.
+ Bonus CoDZ x reader story
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{Any Art Used Is Not Mine}
(Cover Photo Not Mine)
{Characters Belong To Treyarch}
+ Published in 2017 and still on-going
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Location: Shi no Numa
The lifeless island surely held no place to hide. Its grounds filled with piles of rotten bodies. The humid air trapped them with unexplained smells, none of which were pleasant. It was truly a depressing, yet horrifying scene. The slumped trees surrounding their battle grounds were now standing lifeless and looked duller than ever. The many shacks dotted around the area were merely torn and falling apart; none of which looked safe to enter without one potentially collapsing.
A drunk Russian almost stumbled his way around the island, simply in search for a place he would find himself alone. The man found himself upstairs in the central building. Perching himself upon a small crate he was, now downing more alcohol than ever. Nothing more than sorrow did he feel. Though his memories were vague, he could only recall his pastures with his ex-wives. The man himself could not work out whether they were just delusional fantasies, or if they were real.
Echoing through the island, a manic laugh emitted, seemingly from thin air. Someone had gotten the teddy bear from the Mystery Box.
Nikolai paid no attention to the commotion, his thoughts were loud enough to drown out the sounds of reality.
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Waves of the undead were more frequent than ever. It was becoming harder to keep the zombies at bay. Though (Y/n) simply believed it was due to Nikolai not helping.
She knew something was wrong. The rest of her crew believed he had passed out somewhere, but (Y/n) knew he would not do that, as much as Nikolai would like to, the girl would not allow it.
The last of those brain-dead creatures crumbled to the floor. Instantly, (Y/n) started wandering around the grounds in search for the Russian.
She passed Dempsey after searching for a little while. He didn't seem to concerned for the man, but he didn't like to see the girl worry so much.
"What if he's left the damn place, (Y/n)?" Tank spoke.
(Y/n)'s eyes widened and she came to a sudden halt. "He couldn't have left." She let her gaze fall and her voice was merely a whisper. "Why would he leave?"
She seemed to question herself and looked saddened. Dempsey felt awkward, he didn't know how to comfort her.
Tank placed a hand on her shoulder."(Y/n), I'm pretty sure he's around. I don't think he would leave without you."
(Y/n)'s head shot up to meet his eyes. "What?"
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His heavy eyes struggled to keep themselves open. Blurred vision caused him to sway. Considering how drained the Russian felt, his mind simply wouldn't allow him to give in and fall unconscious.
