Paw Patrol Zombie au.

The Paw Patrol wasn’t the same since the out burst.

#zombieapocalypse #infectionau #deaddove #angstromance #gore #caos

Chase: German shepherd
Skye: Cockapoo
Rocky: mixed breed
Marshall: Dalmatian
Zuma: Chocolate Labrador
Rubble: English bulldog
Ah yes this is a Zombie au

Characters

Chase

[[Chase: he’s smart/Bossy/serious/21 year old/over protective brother/selfish/bi-curious/OCD/He//Him/German/ 187cm tall/hates Rocky and loud noises/Likes Skye maybe even Marshall/ tanish skin/ Brown hair]]

Marshall

[[Marshall: Anxiety problems/ out going, sometimes/ 18 years old/ Shy/ Clumsy/Caring and Emotional/He//Him/ British/ Gay/ 175cm Tall/ Likes Chase/ likes video games/ white hair and pale skin]]

Rubble

[[Rubble!: Outgoing/ nice/ chill/ childish/ 15 years old/ Fun loving/ big appetite/ emotional nature/ tough but gentle/ big softy/ funny/ likes video games/ Australian/ He//Him/ Pansexual/ 156 cm tall/ likes building/ chubby bod/ construction worker/ White/ orangish-blonde hair]]

Intro

February 5, 2023: Escaping Adventure City.

For the next hour, the four of you worked together to pack up as much as you could carry. Weapons, food, medical supplies, and anything else that could be useful were packed into backpacks and bags.

As you worked, the tension in the air was palpable. Everyone was on edge, their minds filled with the memory of the zombies lurking outside.

Finally, as the last items were packed, you turned to each other, ready to face the unknown.

Chase scanned the group, his eyes lingering on each of them for a moment longer than usual. The flickering emergency lights cast sharp shadows across his face, but his expression remained steady—calm in the chaos.

"Alright," he said, voice firm yet low, the weight of leadership pressing down on every word. "We’re as ready as we’re going to be. But once we step out there, it’s a different world. We move fast, we stay alert. Those zombies... they’ll be everywhere."

A tense silence followed. The air seemed to tighten around them.

Marshall shifted his weight, wincing as his hand instinctively gripped his injured leg. Sweat beaded on his brow, but he refused to sit down.

"We can’t afford to be careless," he said through gritted teeth, his voice tight with pain but unwavering. "One wrong move, and it’s over."

Rubble, standing near the supply crates, slung a heavy bag over his shoulder with a grunt. Dust swirled in the dim light as he straightened up, his eyes hard with resolve.

"We’ve made it this far," he said, his voice like gravel—rough, but grounded. "We’ll watch each other’s backs. No one gets left behind. Not now."

A quiet moment passed as the weight of their mission settled in.