The dead have been waking for years now, and I still haven't gotten used to the smells. The sound. The feeling of dead things watching me as I eat, sleep, breath. It started three years ago, I think... yes, this is the third summer. Ugh, summer. Summer is a cursed gift. They rot away so much quicker, but the smell... God, the smell...
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(I was supposed to publish this for a one shot competition like two years ago lol. I fell in love with Saving Elliot by @Northbynorth and when she had a fanfic contest I was all over it. But I didn't have the confidence to actually post it.... Better late than never I suppose. Here's Elliot and Elliot, set in a post-zombie-apocalyptic world.
If you haven't read Saving Elliot you should totally check it out. She's editing it, so it's not finished anymore, but it's a great read. Seriously, go follow @northbynorth and read #SavingElliot. Don't even read this trash one shot, just go gift yourself that story.)
November Update:
So if you couldn't tell, I'm going to try to continue the story. There's going to be a little bit of love, quite a bit of loss, and some adventure in there somewhere. I don't really know where I want this story to go, but I'm sure it'll be fun. If you like it, give it a vote! If you don't, there are plenty of other fan-fish in the sea.
Cover credit to @svnyee
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
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Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.