The dust has settled, the battlefield cleared.
Team Crafted has changed.
Keyboards exchanged for weapons, adoring fans exchanged for the undead, late nights of partying exchanged for waking up screaming. They've broken and healed, fallen apart and rebuilt. They've lost their minds and their bodies, lost their trust and their hope.
The team has left Los Angeles, leaving behind not only their home but two of their own and an enemy to decay.
Now, though, in a world with nothing left, what is there left to do?
Cover by Goofykid
Everything is gone. I've lost anything and everyone that I once cared for. There's no point trying to be a hero anymore. Nothing is left worth saving. I can't take it when they look at me, expecting me to save them all. I can't. Why should they expect anything from me? No one helped me when I needed it the most! It really is survival of the fittest. I won't be caught in the crossfire anymore....... it's time to forget who I was.
Warnings:
Blood
Cussing
Mental trauma
Child endangerment
First version:
Started: January 2018
Finished: October 2018
Rewrite:
Started: May 2019
Finished: April 2020
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