Rickydickydoodagrimes Stories

Freya Quinn was uniquely herself despite the events of the apocalypse she was thrown into. She was a paradox to understand and a combination of heaven and hell thrown together to create such a woman. And the only person in the whole wide world that seemed to have the faintest conception of her language happened to be a rather moody and forever grunting redneck. "We'll find each other." There goes that promise again. "I'll hunt you down if I have too." first chapter will be publish on FEBUARY 29TH 2024 @ 9:15AM (AEST) last chapter will be publish on TBD ❪ 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 ❫ ─── © -AFRICKENGOD

{ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚃 } "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐" ---𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄, a girls ballet is full of elegant, lissome little figures dancing around graceful to precise movements that mere defy gravity itself as they float through the air or balance themselves on the weight of their toes. but this little ballerina is left without her hard-cut shoes or fluffly pink tutu as she is left to a world where the dead are walking and society is a lost cause. ❪ 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 ❫ ─── © -AFRICKENGOD ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦