Reflect on Chaos

Reflect on Chaos

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The world has ended, burned to the ground with the fears of the people. To some, it feels as if they are still on the brink of collapse. To others, their reality is a but a broken husk, a reminder of the lives that once went along as normal. Beth was once a simple woman, just another face hidden among the crowd. She still is, one could say, but the basic days of her past have long since left her. She still blended in as with others, still hid, still was afraid of the future. Beth was normal. But then, why would fate have brought her here if she was but another in the majority? Thomas was oblivious to the world around him. He went throughout his daily chores as an onlooker to the city that never stopped churning. Thomas never watched the news, didn't even own a TV. Dismissing the frightened whispers that passed through his way from time to time as the tales of drunks and other of the unreliable sort, he had no clue as to why people thought the world was ending. But then, destiny had him bound and gagged on his way to meet his savior, and he couldn't turn a blind eye even if he tried. In a wager that may decide the future of two worlds, realities overlap and merge as contradicting forces in a catastrophic universe. Two people who would have never acknowledged each other before now find themselves depending on the other for survival, and yet they never even meet. The end is nigh, fellow citizen. What will you do about it?
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-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

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