Hankolson Stories

[the long walk] if i stop it's just pain, please don't rein me in.

[or, a series of outtakes and bonus scenes from my The Long Walk x Yellowjackets AU to add more bonus content to the story!]

As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warmth, waiting for you after the smoke clears. The Long Walk.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 various x fem!oc the choice was simple, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞. Walking is movement, life's slow persistence, each step a small act of defiance against stillness. Dying, by contrast, is the end of motion, the surrender to stillness itself. The difference between walking and dying is the space where hope lives - the will to take one more step, no matter how heavy, and to keep moving when stopping would mean the end. But is there really any hope left when your limbs feel as if they could give out at any second? When every step drags, and your voice is nothing but a whisper caught in your throat? For Elodie Hart, this was almost a strange kind of peace - the quiet after the storm, the stillness that follows when you've been running for so long you can't remember what it was like to stop. The ache in her muscles had faded, her bones no longer screamed - there was just a soft, empty numbness. Was she really still alive? Was her heart still beating? Or was she simply just a . . . 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮. 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 :)