Partially
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  • Reads 273
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 3h 42m
Ongoing, First published May 02, 2020
(YES, another Vidow story. This is actually one I've been writing on Archive of Our Own, and I know I've barely posted on here, but I thought I would post a fanfiction I've been currently working on.)

After what was supposed to be a fun night at his senior prom, Vio founds himself in the middle of a panic attack out in the parking lot. In an attempt to calm himself down, he goes on a drive, fully intending to go back to his friends, only to get in a car wreck and believe he's killed a man. However, the man he killed was already dead and still is, probably-he also has a thirst for blood.

In the nick of time, a boy his age in a black sports car drives up and together, the two of them try to figure out how to survive int he wake of a zombie apocalypse.

But this isn't like the movies. Something is very, very wrong with everything that is happening. Not just the zombies, but the weird symptoms an infected person gets, how sudden it is, how strange it is for corpses to be able to walk, the horrible disasters happening everywhere, the fact that people appear just to destroy places that are safe, the fact that Vio hasn't known Shadow for more than a week, yet feels close enough to swear he's known him for years...

Unfortunately, there is a lot more happening than just the mere apocalypse. At this point, Vio doesn't want him and his friends to just get out of this alive-he wants answers.
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