A little idea that became a very long story... Probably should have broken it into parts, but it just didn't happen this time. Cover by Lisa, my hero, as always.

Scott Hoying - A US Army Soldier of six years, Staff Sargeant of 1st Battalion Cavalry Division. No fears, no feelings. Just fight and freedom. That is, until he comes across a small dark haired boy in a bar, and little does he know that Mitch Grassi will change his life from that moment on. The Army is a tough place when you have no feelings, but it's even worse when you have too many.

I think these are going to be mainly scomiche, rarely phan. We'll see.

If someone would've asked Mitch how he thought the world was ending, he would've said it would be the day Beyonce retired from music forever. But no, instead the end of the world is an action-adventure survival horror video game. (Or, the one where Mitch and Scott begrudgingly join forces to travel through a zombie filled California in hopes of finding even the slightest bit of peace within the madness that is the their new reality). Zombieland AU! co-write with scomilexxx

Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.