022 - SUPER LATE ZOMBIE POST THIS IS FOR THE TEEN ZOMBIE SLAYERS I GUESS

[worstvikingever]

[Action:] [Oh hey yeah zombies. Good thing Hiccup's got weapons and stuff. So he's generally around town fending off zombies.

With an axe.

He may or may not have a few extra weapons strapped to his person. Light ones that he can carry without too much difficulty. Just in case, you know?

He's really not sure what he's doing out here. He kind of forgot what made him think it was a good idea.

That happens sometimes.

Well anyway, it's too late now, time to kill zombies.

He's around town. It's probably pretty easy to run into him.]

I hate zombies.

[Whack-a-zombie!]

Comments

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup nods.]

Sure.

[doudemoe]

[He nods, and they sneak past it. ...Is it strange how he feels nostalgic?

...They arrive at the tavern soon enough. Minato slumps against the wall with a big tired sigh.]

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup looks around the street when they reach the tavern, then looks over at Minato.]

So why the tavern? I mean, of all the places to choose as a safe house, why choose the tavern?

[doudemoe]

A friend recommended it.

[Minato, on the other hand, looks just about ready to konk out...and yet, all he does is stare out in the distance.]

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup is starting to get concerned.]

Hey... are you okay?

[doudemoe]

[Why so concerned Hiccup? It's just his normal expression.]
...I'm good.

[worstvikingever]

[fff he doesn't know him that well, okay? for all he knows minato could be... ill... or something...]

...okay. If you're sure.

[doudemoe]

[...he isn't really that well to be honest. But Minato's used to hiding his problems behind a stony face.]

Are you?

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup sighs and leans his back against the wall, sliding down it to a seated position next to Minato.]

I'm tired. I don't like... I don't like that I'm getting used to this whole killing thing.

[doudemoe]

I don't like it either. But if we hadn't...

[worstvikingever]

Yeah, I know. But still.

[doudemoe]

We would end up killing our friends if we became zombies too.

[worstvikingever]

...yeah. I don't like it. But... it has to happen, I guess.

[doudemoe]

Hnn.

[He agrees. Even if the moralist in him is sickened by the blood on his blade.]

At least it wasn't someone we know.

[worstvikingever]

[He's just silent. Sure, it might be a little better that they didn't know any of the people they just killed, but that doesn't make what they did any better.]