What I'd Leave Behind

What I'd Leave Behind

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When Wes is bitten, he knows exactly what that means: three months, maybe less. Long enough to watch himself rot from the inside out. Long enough to become the very thing he swore he'd never be-one of the Husks. The ones who look human. Talk like you. Laugh like you. Until they don't. He's made peace with dying. Or at least, he's pretending to. But then Kit stumbles into his life-too trusting, too kind, too damn hopeful for the world they live in. Kit, who's lost his family. Kit, who can't move fast with a missing leg. Kit, who grins like the world isn't ending. Wes should push him away. He's a danger to them both. Instead, he makes a choice: if he's going to die, he'll make sure Kit learns how to live. Together, they set out through a ruined world full of secrets, shadows, and monsters that wear familiar faces. Wes is counting down the days. Kit is still holding on to hope. And somewhere between survival lessons and late-night confessions, something fragile and real begins to bloom. But time is running out. And Wes knows some goodbyes can't be outrun.
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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