Postapoclyptic Stories

Survival is just beginning

A queen, hiding her own child. Refusing to let him see the world. Causing him to escape into the forest in spite of his mother. He learns what his mother never taught him.

The Walking Dead was Elianna's favorite show to watch, much like most of the world. It was 2015 after all, who doesn't love a good zombie apocylpse story. She knew all the little tricks and trades of how to survive an outbreak.... as a human. Never in her wildest dreams would she think she would be living in a real life apoclypse. But, can one really consider it "living" if you are one of the dead? Elianna is facing a new challenge in the end (or beginning) of her world. She is moving along trying to survive during a zombie apoclypse... as a zombie herself.

_What is hell?_ _Hell is hearing someone shatter in your head and not knowing her name._ *Lyra Blake* lives two miles under the Earth in Sector 7. Her job is to smile while the world ends. Her secret is a taped door, a box she swore never to open, and a poem her dead mother used to sing: _"You are not the storm, you're the sea. You are not lost. You're the shore. I'm in the quiet. I'm in you."_ Until a fox-dog's touch rips her into a stone room. Blue blood on the walls. A scarred hand reaching through the dark. A voice breaking apart: _"Stay with me. Please."_ *Bastian Verek* is the Leader of the Moonfang. He bleeds blue. He bleeds for a war the King won't let him finish. He bleeds because of him - the man he trusted most put a friction-blade in his back. A blade that unravels him, cell by cell. He doesn't believe in strangers. He doesn't believe in saving. Until one flash of a girl he's never met tears through him. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. No name. No warning. And for one second, the war in his chest goes quiet. The pain doesn't leave. But it stops being everything. _Someone he's never touched gave him the only peace he's ever had._ _If one look could break a war inside him... what happens if they meet for real?_ Now the traitor has the letters that could end them all. The King is hunting. And Bastian is dying. While Lyra is falling for a boy who may not be hers... the man across the world is bleeding her name without ever being told it: _"Lyra."_ _Two worlds. One link. Zero safe places._ _When one of them breaks, the other bleeds._ _She is the shore he didn't know he was drowning for._ *Tropes:* Psychic Bond | Dual POV | Hurt/Comfort | Found Family | Slow Burn | War & Betrayal | Soulmates Across Worlds | Trauma Healing