My memories are gone. Civilization is wiped and the future is bleak. The zombies are here. But it's not all that bad. It's a little selfish to think like this, I know, but I can't seem to have it any other way. My name isn't a big deal. As for the memories, well, I've made better ones, with people I really care about, and who I really hope care about me, too. And how can you expect me to care about a civilization I don't even remember, or a future I've never imagined? Okay, now that was selfish. --- No matter how terrible things may seem, I always end up reminiscing. Nostalgic for the days when I lived so freely, when my only care was if I would come home alive. When I was swarmed by people who really, really cared about me. When the two of us were stuck to each other, inseparable, through hell and back. If I could make one wish, it wouldn't be to change the past, but to have never experienced it at all. --- find me on ao3 (pushable) or tumblr (ppushable) moodboard on the cover by @firefly--bright on tumblr !!!
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