A/N: I was bored and felt like procrastinating (supposed to be writing an essay), so I thought I’d do one of the SRA prompts. Potatoe’s prompt #1: Zombapocalypse. I don’t know if it’s that great. I did make myself laugh, though...does that count?

Warnings: Light gore, zombies, and slash.

Side-Note: Have you read The Wizard’s Apprentice? You totally should. I think it’s my best work so far (which isn’t really saying much, but it proves that I am getting better!) and the characters in this are from TWA canon. It has spoilers for the story, though. But not really because this is so AU!Crack that it isn’t even funny.

Zoinks, Zombies!

Mordred was having a weird day, to say the least.

Everywhere he turned, he kept seeing strange things. The man in the park with his arm missing; the woman whose scarf had blown away, revealing the stitches along her neck; the child with a what looked to be blood caking his hair...

What was going on? Was it so close to October already? Was it Halloween? That was the only explanation he could think of....

That and one other thing...

He quickened his pace and nearly ran home, intent on confronting his boyfriend.

"Vesper!" he called loudly, as soon as he got the door to their apartment open. "Vesper, where are you?"

"Don't be so loud, dear," the other boy finally drawled, stepping out of their bedroom. He wore nothing but a loose robe, one that kept slipping and exposing one of his bare shoulders. Mordred swallowed, but forced himself to ignore the sight.

Vesper looked like he had just awakened. Perhaps he wasn't responsible for this phenomenon? Then again, the ex-prince looked at the calender and it only read September second. He doubted anyone would don their costumes a month early, if it truly was for Halloween. Everyone he'd seen had been dressed to resemble corpses, too. Usually there were at least a couple of other costumes thrown in for variety — a young princess with a pink cone hat, a small boy with a hockey mask, that sort of thing — so why was everyone dressed as the dead?

Vesper sauntered over to him, draping his elegant body along his own, and began kissing along his chiseled jaw-line. "Are you involved in whatever's going on?" Mordred asked him, forcefully pushing him back so he could look into the bi-colored eyes. Vesper blinked, but a mischievous smile took residence on his face.

'Of course,' Mordred thought. 'Who else could it be, but the only wizard in the whole of New York?'

He didn't wait for a response, already knowing what it would be. "Why?" he just asked, the only thing he really wanted to know.

"Well..." Vesper began, then trailed off. Mordred urged him to continue. "It's just...things have been so boring this century. Remember when I used to watch you duel? That was exciting. Remember how we came to America aboard that smelly ship? That, too, was exciting, though it wasn't all that clean. The only thing we can do now is watch politicians duke it out on t.v. That's no fun at all..."

The boy actually began to pout. Mordred stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was jesting, but the expression gave him away. "Are you serious, Vesper? You created a zombapocalypse just for your own entertainment? I can't believe you!" And despite the seriousness of the situation — he really should scold the wizard, after all, lest he be encouraged to continue his naughty antics — he couldn't help but laugh.

Vesper kept pouting, but it was just a reflex since he realized his boyfriend wasn't really upset. "You're not mad?" he asked, just to confirm.

Mordred shook his head. "No, I'm not mad." Vesper smiled brilliantly and snuggled back into his arms, which the ex-prince allowed him to do. A knock at the door shattered their moment. "I'll get it," Mordred said, pulling away from the love of his life (and afterlife, really).

At the door stood a decaying man, practically a skeleton. He had wispy strands of hair on his bony jawbone, suggesting he'd once had a rather majestic beard. A weepy green eye, the same shade as both of Mordred's, hung by a strand of flesh from one of his empty sockets. His clothes, though withered away by time and stained with dirt, were lined with fur, gold, and other fineries. On his skeletal head he wore a crown. "Son?" he asked, and Mordred abruptly shut the door.

The frowning boy turned to Vesper, who had the decency to look a little nervous. "Remember when I said I wasn't mad?" Mordred asked, his voice deceptively calm. Vesper nodded, bi-colored eyes wide with hope. "I lied."

And then there was violence. Not the kind you like. Though there was some of that later on, after the whole mess was sorted out. Needless to say, the two lived happily ever after.

A/N: I wrote this on Write-or-Die, which is a program you should totally use! It’s fun, seriously. Anyway, you know what’s weird? When I finished writing this, the word count was exactly 666. Spooky, huh? XD As for the ‘Zoinks!’ thing, I’ve been watching Scooby-Doo a lot lately. Don’t ask why. Do you like Vesper? I haven't actually written anything about him in TWA (which is why I said this is a big spoiler), but I practically have his whole life planned out in my twisted little mind and I love him!