Psychomachy

Psychomachy

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Psychomachy; derived from the Greek words "psyche" (soul) and "machia" (battle or conflict). Refers to the internal conflict or struggle within a person, often between opposing forces like good and evil, virtue and vice, and reason and desire. Ember Grey has only ever lived by two rules: survive and protect your family-lessons that become vital when the world as you know it falls apart. But in a shattered society, family isn't just blood anymore; it's the people you'd risk everything for and who would do the same for you. When the line between right and wrong blurs, only one question remains: how far will you go to make it out alive? ***This is my very first story, I know it can be slow at times, and sometimes I might linger on some aspects some people deem unnecessary, but I love character building and world building. And as slow as some scenes may be, the ones with action pack a punch. Please give this story a shot, I have pretty cool plans laid out for it!*** Note: many deaths that happen in the show don't happen in this fic, therefore, the plot can be very different at times. There are heavy subjects in this story, such as domestic violence and abuse, neglect, some mentions of sexual harassment or abuse-though these scenes are not described in detail-and obviously gore and death. There is also depiction of alcohol and drug consumption. ALSO: my timeline is going to be longer than it is in the show, especially when the group gets to the prison *I do not own any characters from the universe of The Walking Dead. I only own my original characters and their scripts. Any resemblance they may have with real people is coincidental*
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Sam: I was raised the way that teaches you to be selfless. That's what I was doing my whole life. Taking care of my little brother when my parents couldn't or didn't want to, helping with chores, working, doing my best at school so I don't embarrass my family name, following my father's dreams and mothers expectations. Everything for them, to satisfy them, to please them. No one was ever satisfied with me though, I'm never good enough for no one. So as usual I bought a drink to reward myself for a once again perfect score on the exam. One drink turns into five and I find myself following some guy with pretty eyes. What I didn't know is that next time we meet I'm not going to be the one drunk and it's not going to be the last time I see him either. Quite the opposite, he'll manage to turn my life upside down, ruining it completely, and only the end of the world will be able to fix all of it. Daryl: When I was younger I used to think I was born with a curse in my blood, but then I understood that life is just a bitch. From my mother's death to surviving under my father's thumb and then jumping under Merle's. Whole my life I stood neck deep in shit, be it bird shit, my own shit or my family's. Every day is a stupid fight to not drown in that pool of shit, and for years the only thing keeping me floating were drugs and alcohol. But then, this bloody sunshine dropped into my life. After all the years of violence and roughness I grew to crave him like a secret drug. His gentle touch, his unconditional love and care. As much as my scarred soul craves it, this thing between us is crossing all the lines and breaking all the rules I knew. So I drown in ecstasy and weed even more, trying to figure myself out, so lost in my own bullshit that I didn't notice that his perfect life isn't as good as he says it is, and when I finally open my eyes, he's gone. He's fucking gone, and world is too, or at least the way we knew it.

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