Flowers Blooming By A Grave

Three months. Three fucking months since this stupid apocalypse started.Surviving on his own wasn't all that bad. He knew where to go when looking for supplies, he knew how to defend himself from both people and zombies. But months with the lack of company? Wilbur probably wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.Wilbur moved to get up, before feeling something cold pressed against the back of his head. He then froze when he realized that someone was standing behind him."Don't. Move. A muscle."ORWilbur has been traveling alone for a while, ever since he got seperated from his family. He expected to be able to survive on his own, at least until he could find them again.What he was not expecting was ending up traveling with a girl and a kid, especially after their first interaction consisted of a gun to his head.OR ORBasically Wilbur, Sally and Fundy end up becoming a small excuse of a family while having to survive through a zombie apocalypse.(if any cc pose any discomfort for this fic, I will take it down with no hesitation)