Consequences (Warm Bodies fan fiction)

Consequences (Warm Bodies fan fiction)

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Not everyone is happy with the former zombies rejoining society. Not everyone wants to give R a chance to fully heal and have a happy new life. Sometimes, one must face the consequences life deals them, even an unlife. Julie stands by R's side though, teaching him how to be human again, and facing the pain and obstacles with him as he walks down the bumpy road to recovery. ------------------------------------- - Let it be known, I am the original author of this story. The one that was posted here before was an unauthorized copy. "TheGirlWithBrains", the person who "shared" my story here without my permission, suggested I post it myself. My initial reaction was to refuse outright because I felt my story was spoiled, but after mulling it over, I decided to do so anyway. I figure, the more spread out it is by my hands, the safer it is from being stolen... at least, I hope. Disclaimer: I do not own Warm Bodies or The New Hunger, but I do own this plot and my original characters.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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