Ashwalker

Ashwalker

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 2, 2025
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Before the world fell, Lucia was just another middle schooler trying to pass science class. After the outbreak, she became something else entirely. The streets became hunting grounds. Families became corpses. And Lucia? She and her friends grew and evolved to legends of this new cursed world. But legends don't start as warriors. They start as scared kids who refuse to die. ~-~ This story is something I got to making after having a pretty weird dream..again. For some reason I keep having random dreams where either I or someone I know are in a certain situation, and I get inspiration from it. So much, that I sometimes begin to write the dream down, and then boom.. story. Anyway, Enjoy!~-~ ~-~ Any pictures, videos, gifs, ect.. that I decide to put in the story for some reason that are not mine, will be given credit.~-~
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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