Fear The Walking Dead S8 | Troy Otto x Cristine Gerard (OC) Troy was dead-murdered. Cristine had clung to a flimsy thread of her reality through her connection with the ones she was returning to- her current small family unit, her grounding source in an otherwise chaotic existence. Yet, here Troy was, defying the narrative of her fractured reality. Cristine's heart pumped hard, and conflicting emotions drowned her senses. She had endured years of solitude, crafting a facade of resilience, and now, faced with his supposed face, her mind rejected the implausible truth. "This isn't real," Cristine blurted out, her voice laced with desperate denial. The fragility of her mental state, often masked by a stoic survivor persona she had unveiled in full, unraveled in the face of this impossible. "You're not real. "Attempting to escape, Cristine recoiled, trying to distance herself from the phantom holding her captive that defied the logic of her grief-stricken existence. "You're dead." Sheer panic gripped her, an overwhelming surge of fear that clawed at the edges of her consciousness. The very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, and as if caught in a relentless undertow, Cristine struggled against the tide. She suddenly kicked her feet, startling Troy as if trying to dispel an illusion. Breathing became a precious commodity, the air growing thin as panic tightened its grip around her throat. Cristine gasped for air, her chest constricting in the throes of a panic attack. Darkness threatened to engulf her, both in and out.

Book 2: Children of Violence Cristine her heart thumped. She could hear blood passing through her ears - thump, thump, thump-and looking down saw her red coated chest moving up and down. She even tasted textured meat that was never meant to be chewed on by a human. She noticed how her dirty hands shook around her upper legs and inhaled. Her vision became blurry when she looked at the calm Troy. Suddenly, she was hot and sweaty, so hot and sweaty that she wanted to run. But as soon as she tried to stand it left her body unsteady. The trembling traveled down into her legs and hips, leaving her shaky. She felt weak, as if everything just drained out of her. Yet, her heart seemed to pound even faster, even harder. She tried taking a deep breath to calm herself, but her inhales were sharp and shallow. Her vision went darker and narrow again, like a kaleidoscope. "Breathe," Troy calmly said. "You did good." He earnestly complimented. Fear the Walking Dead Pre-Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC Recommended read before starting this book: At the Edge of Misery

sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ↴ ❝ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ❞ - ᴍᴀʀɪᴇ ᴊᴀɴᴀ ᴍᴀɴᴀᴡᴀ ᴡᴀs ᴀs ᴅᴇғᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏss ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. - ᴛʀᴏʏ ᴏᴛᴛᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ's ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ. ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜᴘʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. - ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ɪᴅᴋᴍsᴛɪʟᴇs.

"You don't get it, that boy was born lost, like his daddy, he's been slipping through my fingers ever since the day I gave birth to him. It's his father's darkness, you leave him alone and he'll head straight towards death." Once you had to put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

"I knew you were going to ruin what little life I had left."

"You're so weak and childish... all you ever do is cry about everything. I really do wonder how is it that you've made it this far sometimes..." (FTWD fanfic)(Troy Otto x OC) (spoilers if you aren't caught up) ........................................................................................................................................................................ Lina Clark is too nice, trusts too easily, and is way to quick to cry. If there is anything that everybody around her agrees on is that she is most definitely not prepared for the vicious and cruel world that came after the dead began walking amongst the living again. And really how could she be? She had been sheltered her whole life. Her parents raised her to be an extremely trusting person, to believe that everything was always going to be okay, and that they would always be someone there to help her. Even after their death, her Aunt Madison, and their kids, Nick and Alicia, took her in as one of their own and continued to raise her in that sheltered way. She was the youngest so it just came naturally to them to be overprotective and try to make things as easy as possible for her. But now? There was no more making things easier. Especially not after they come in contact with the survivalist community in the Broken Jaw Ranch, where everybody is expected to pull their own weight and a certain someone decides to take it upon himself to remind her of just how incapable she is of doing so every time he sees her. Will Lina really be able to survive the hellish new world she's living in?

Jade Clark is the daughter of Madison Clark and sister of Nick and Alicia Clark. This story starts off where season 3 of FTWD starts off. { ftwd; s3 } Before the apocalypse. Before the dead walked among us. I lived in Los Angeles, with my mom Madison, my brother Nick and my sister Alicia. Our father died before the world went to shit. Life was more simple back then, easier. Now. Now it's all death. Los Angeles is gone, our home is gone. Our trip to find somewhere safe hasn't been easy, we have been thrown out from places, threatened, and some of our family members and friends are dead. Now we're in some more trouble, while looking for my brother Nick, we got caught by some military-people. Now, we're here... - I do not own ftwd, the characters ( except Jade) in this story or the storyline. - - You can imagine Jade to look like who ever you want, obviously. Haha. This fanfic may involve inappropriate language ect, so yeaaa

Book 1: At the Edge of Misery Cristine Daya Gerrard, a young residency doctor in the apocalypse must mend the pieces with her broken and estranged family, while fighting for her place in a community that doesn't accept her. One man in particular does his best to make sure that she leaves the Ranch, but Cristine isn't someone who goes out without putting up a fight. She finds a way to make herself irreplaceable for Broke Jaw Ranch, so that she remains safe and alive from the threats not only outside, but inside the supposedly safe walls. WARNING: Mature and triggering themes will be present in this story. Racism, misogyny, violence, abuse and the like. This is The Walking Dead universe, so that's to be expected. So if you're easily triggered, don't read! I won't be placing many trigger warnings in my chapters. I only own my original characters and the non-canon plots of this story. First half of the story takes place shortly after the start of the apocalypse. Fear the Walking Dead Pre-Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC

It all started as fast as it ended. Families where torn apart, children left parentless and parents left childless. All because of a sickness that brought the dead back to life. But Audrey could never be torn from Troy, despite his psychoticness, they could never leave one another. Because Audrey was in love with the Psycho.

A popular legend says that there exists an invisible red thread linking two people together. What the legend doesn't state is whether that red comes from love, or from blood. "I could have never forgiven him for what he did to me. Memories keep storming in my mind without warning, and they hit me in the face like a frozen wind. I was taken away from my parents, from my boyfriend, from everything I knew and thrown in some godforsaken lab. Then came Him, to make my life a living hell, the only successful experiment he's ever done. Because this place kills your soul even if you make it out alive. I am Leyla Monteiro, and this is my story. I hope I'll have the chance to get to the end of it. " Disclaimer: All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Defyingravity9 This is a work of fiction. Some characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either property of AMC or products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.