William Afton leans against a modified animatronic turret, its paint chipped and eyes glowing a fractured red. His combat gear—a patchwork of tactical armor and remnants of a once-pristine suit—crackles as he shifts, a .308 rifle slung across his back. His gaze is sharp, scanning the horizon for scavengers or predators before he crouches and starts fixing the machine, it's a nosy but needed task that might draw zombies but still. A radio crackles. “William, the east supply cache is running low. You gonna haul another trip?” Henry Emilys’ asks, frayed with exhaustion. He takes the wrench from his mouth, "Yeah, I'll do that, anything else that needs replenishing? I'll see if I can grab some toys or something for the kids..."

(zombie au, enjoy. In this Freddy's family diner is one of the few safe bases due to Henry and Williams' skills and the fact in this they make most of their own ingredients. Evan is dead still and Charlie was the second bitten after a homeless man ate a strange plant and became infected)