"Addison ! Breakfast !"
Addison slowly opened her eyes. Rays of sunshine were seeping through the blinds of her window. She rolled out of bed.
A quick knock on her door.
"Bathroom's free !" Bucky's voice echoed in the corridor.
"Thanks cuz !"
She came back from the shower and looked into her closet. She put her cheer uniform on and looked at herself in the mirror.
She sighed.
Six months had passed since the protest. Already.
"Good morning !"
"Oh Addison ! Come eat while the eggs are hot."
"Thanks Aunt Maggie."
She sat down next to Bucky.
"Cute hair," he said in her ear.
She smiled at him and adjusted her hairpin.
Her phone buzzed.
Zed - 9:34 AM :
I'll be there in half an hour ;)
Her smile got wider.
Addison - 9:34 AM:
Ok, having breakfast right now :)
"Oooh, is that your man ?" Bucky whispered.
She blushed.
"Alright, no hush-hush at the table kids."
"Yes Dad," he answered and winked at her.
Addison smiled at him.
It was nice to feel at home somewhere.
Even if it wasn't with her parents anymore.
"We gotta head out !" Bucky said, putting his jacket on and handing Addison hers.
"Be safe !" Her aunt chirped.
"We'll join you later at the march," her uncle added.
"Oh Addison," her aunt stopped her as she was about to close the front door. "Your mother called. She asked if you were okay and if she could talk to you, but I said you couldn't."
"Thank you, Aunt Maggie," Addison nodded, her eyes getting teary.
"Aw, come here." Her aunt took her in for a hug and she sighed in her arms. "You are doing just fine."
"Addison !" Zed's voice.
Her aunt smiled at her.
"Go, we don't want you guys to be late for your rehearsal."
Addison grinned and turned around.
Zed was waiting at the end of the alley with Bucky.
She ran into his arms and they kissed.
"The uniform really suits you," she quipped.
"I've been told green and pink make my eyes pop," he winked.
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Rotten blood
FanfictionIn the conformist and uniform town of Seabrook, an explosion spread a disease that turned a part of the population into what people called 'zombies'. Fifty years later, their descendants still have to live with the aftermath. In this society, there'...