(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.
Miles Hoàng's life is perfect.
He has the perfect best-friend-slash-boyfriend-slash-bane-of-his-existence, Ziri Meziani. They live in a perfect (if a little cramped) apartment above a Nepalese restaurant they get food from at a discount whenever they're both too lazy to cook. He has a perfect (meaning decent) job with a nice (meaning decent) boss and cool (meaning decent) coworkers at an Amazon warehouse - which means he has to listen to people's complaints about their deliveries being late every time he bothers to socialise as if that's something he has any control over.
And sure, his family still think being gay is a phase he'll grow out of. And he has to listen to debates about how queer marriage will irrevocably destroy British society every time he tries to watch the news. And panic attacks start pouncing on him without warning when he's supposed to be the normal one.
But otherwise, his life is perfect.
Miles has compartmentalised his mind with an efficiency his recovering-hoarder-become-neat-freak mother would be proud of. If somebody were to walk into his mind, they would find a clean house full of natural sunlight and not much else. His grandparents are in one room, his dad's coffin in another, his mother asleep in the third. Even Ziri - especially Ziri - is quarantined from the rest because sometimes there are roars in the basement no amount of music can cover up and Miles has no plan of inviting anyone down those stairs.
Until he crams the basement so full that demons start climbing out. Turns out, the walls between his compartments are paper mache.
[manxman]
[new adult general fiction]