Crimson-coated petals drifted from grimaced cracked lips, budding and blossoms tearing pale hollow skin to breathe, Flesh broken like a fractured mirror. You do not choose who you befall, who adorns your heart and wrenches your lungs asunder. It is the curse and gift of love, profound unyielding adoration. It is a fate while undecided a doomed fate nonetheless. -- Mitchell is a young mage studying the field of life, flora and fauna. He had been vigorous in his study and growth in the arcane arts alongside three now trusted friends. When petals fell from his lips after a coughing fit he realizes he was cursed by fate to fall by the twisting thistles borrowing their roots into his sundered flesh. He decided to keep it hidden at least for now. Why worry them, surely it was bound to go away right?

Alexander Hamilton and jail should never be in the same sentence. And they never were! Until.. the incident. He did something awful and it landed him in jail. John happened to be his cell mate. Fun.

There had been an outbreak. Of what? Nobody knew. People called them all different things but everyone knew for sure that they were people. They were dead. Definitely. No doubt. At least...they should be. But they could walk and if you weren't one of them? Theyd find you. And rip you to shreds. ~~~ John knew it was hopeless. His whole family was gone except his sister. He was in a group with Washington as the leader. The whole group went out on a raid and ended up surrounded. That's where he met Alexander. The one who saved them. Who saved him. Highest rank~#2 in Lams