heavenward | n.scatorccio

IN WHICH...

The town of Wiskayok was uneventful, to say the least. Normal people living their normal lives. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone, and gossip spread faster than wildfire. High school drama. PTA meetings. Quiet mornings at the coffee shop where the barista knew your order before you even spoke. Life was quiet, predictable-some would even call it boring.

But that all changed the day the dead began to rise.

The first sign that something was wrong came with the silence. The truckers passing through on Route 17 stopped showing up at the diner. Cell service, always spotty, became nonexistent. Soon, the radio was nothing but static.

By the time anyone understood what was happening, it was already too late. The once-peaceful town was reduced to screams and gut-streaked streets.

The dead didn't just come for one. They came for everyone. And as Wiskayok burned, its residents were forced to confront the unimaginable truth: the dead were hungry.

And the living were on the menu.

Julianna always told herself that if it came to the end of the fucking world, she'd put a gun in her mouth and pull the trigger. No hesitation. No tears. Her life hadn't been worth living for years. Not when the days dragged on, shapeless and dull, filled with regrets she could never undo.

No one ever really understood her, not her parents, not her classmates, and certainly not the friends she pretended to have. She had long since stopped believing in the idea of a better tomorrow. The apocalypse would just be the perfect excuse to check out early.

But when the dead came, Julianna hesitated.

Something she hadn't anticipated happened. Something that made her question everything, something that held her back from pulling the trigger of her father's rusted Colt revolver.

That something was a bleach blonde named Natalie Scatorccio.

In a world overrun by the dead, it's the living who you risk breaking your heart.

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YELLOWJACKETS FIC
Natalie Scatorccio/fem!OC