Silent Fuse · TWD

In a world full of danger lurking in every corner, Birdie Jackson stayed silent. Learned to keep quiet during the loud, be angry when shown the good. The apocalypse had ripped her out of her childish manners and into a world full of knife-wielding and blood-soaked hands.

The woods became her and her father's sanctuary, their car that was running out of fuel being the only thing holding them together. Foods stolen from abandoned houses began to empty out, their chance of survival slim with every passing day.

So, Vincent left to go on a run.

But he didn't come back.

It took three long, excruciating weeks before Birdie left the car - with only a knife for protection and determination fuelling her forward.

That was the day she lost something, and gained something else. Something that would not only make her find her voice again, but fill that hole in her chest that had been once carved into her by loss and grief.

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ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. 26 / 01 / '25
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