Apocalypse Of The Damned (BMC fanfic)
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  • Reads 7,355
  • Votes 488
  • Parts 21
  • Time 1h 39m
Ongoing, First published Dec 10, 2017
Mature
Every gamer's dream... right? Don't get me wrong, it sucks that everyone's dead, but gamers know what they're doing, and will gladly join the fight for a bit of action. The zombie apocalypse started two months ago, and no one knows how it stared, but they're trying hard to survive. It's every gamer's dream... Until it isn't.

Very loosely based on the walking dead video game. The story will be mostly characters from BMC, but I will be including Heathers, DEH, and Hamilton. 

WARNING: Will include blood, violence, cussing, character death, and gore. No actual descriptions of sex, but jokes and innuendos are present.

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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.