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lexisgayok · 9 months

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ameliedoree · 9 months

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NEW VIDEO!!!

After many requests to look at Izumi Ban'yas writing, I finally took the plunge into Shiniyuku Kimi, Yakata ni Mebuku Zouo by Bug System- a beautifully dark and messy look into trauma, the apocalypse, and the hope we can carry with us.

#visual novels #visual novel #youtube #nikuniku #japanese media #amelie doree #vntuber #anime #trauma #post apocalyptic #apocalyptic fiction #Youtube

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nomorerealitys-blog · 10 months

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Papa Lucy and the Boneman by Steve Firchow

Cover art for Jason Fischers book, Papa Lucy and the Boneman.

#art #fantasy #dark fantasy #apocalyptic fiction #illustrations

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innocentlymacabre · 7 months

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WTW GHOST GALA : RAVEN

What happens when a bunch of teenagers attain command over the powers of the apocalypse? You get the four horsemen, of course. (Technically, you get the four horseteenagers but that doesn't have quite the same ring to it, and has the nasty side effect of conjuring up an image altogether unrelated.)

~ tagline(ish) for a crack fic idea I'm very excited to work on

#writeblr #fiction #four horsemen of the apocalypse #fantasy #comedy #apocalypse #apocalyptic fiction #good omens #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing #wtwcommunity #writeblrcafe #wtwevent #writeblr community #urban fantasy #fantasy world #fantasy fiction #this is a secondary blog so i can only interact through reblogs!

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royallyprincesslilly · 11 months

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The sky outside my house is deep golden yellow. Yesterday the sun was red. It's creeping me out a lot but also putting me in a mood to write something post apocalyptic.

They say it is because of the Canadian wildfires going on since yesterday, but could this be how the apocalypse starts?👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️

#canadian wildfire #air quality #east coast #apocalyptic fiction #Apocalypse weather

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asterhaze · 10 months

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There Will Be No More Strawberries

• Original Work •

I hate strawberries. Their dimpled outside squishes easily, even with a delicate touch, and their sickly sweet fragrance sticks to my fingers even after I have washed them ten times. There is something about their smell, their texture, all of them that seems so fake, so manufactured, so artificially perfected that I find it strange that others like them so much. Strawberries are my brother's favorite fruit.

I also hate bananas. It isn't necessarily their flavor, though bland and uninteresting, that disgusts me. It's their texture. So squishy yet stringy, too easy to eat, mush barely held together by near-flake fibers. They should be good, since they're okay dried, but they're not. Bananas are my grandmother's favorite fruit.

I hate chocolate the most. Sugary dirt. Gritty on my tongue even when smooth. Melts in your throat even if you try to swallow it whole. The smell is enough to make me gag, yet I am one of a kind. Unless they're allergic, I have found that chocolate is one of everyone's favorite treats.

In 90 seconds there will be no more strawberries. In 90 seconds there will be no more bananas. In 90 seconds there will be no more chocolate because no matter how much we love something, how much we care for something, how much we want those things to still exist for those that come after us, there are people like me who care so little for their existence that their absence will be of so little consequence that we will simply forget they were ever there. My life will not change if there are no more strawberries or bananas or chocolate or chocolate dipped fruit. My life will go on.

There is a man who sits in a fancy chair in front of a beautiful desk with his 70-year-old hand resting on the handle of a telephone. This man has a voice so powerful that he can command a dead hand to shoo away the lives of every living thing. Every human, every animal, every strawberry, every banana, and every cacao tree will have its DNA wiped from the face of the earth with the back of death's hand. Like eraser shavings.

There is a man who stands on a tall podium, speaking over the begging screams of his people, and he tells men and women in designer suits with important titles that if he doesn't get what he wants, he will forget us under lovely dots. There are lovely dots on the map. There are lovely dots on every country and every major city in the world. The humans and the strawberries and the bananas and the chocolate bars are so small, you can't even see them. Just the dots.

Will the people who take those lovely dots off of the map replant our fields after the dead hand moves? Will the man who wants to take us with him into the abyss if we don't bend to his will make us chocolate after the fires stop burning? Will the men and women in designer suits pass out bananas and strawberries when the winter fades and the door to their bunkers open up? Will they pass them out to us?

Do the faces of unimportant people with regular titles, bargain suits, and small voices matter if they live below those lovely dots? Are they as insignificant as strawberries, bananas, and chocolate? Less so since they're not the important people's favorites? Even less because they can always make more of themselves if the dead hand forgets to sweep them away?

One day the dead hand will move and it will keep its assured promise. The hand has only so many fingers to point with and can only smudge so many lovely dots away. Nameless faces will find a way to roam the earth again, to rebuild, to survive the poisonous snow and salted earth. Without fresh strawberries. Without bananas. Without chocolate.

But if my brother is still alive, God forbid, he will feel their absence and he will miss the taste of a ripe strawberry picked from his father's garden in summer to replace the ashen taste that rots his tongue. One day if my grandmother is still alive, God forbid, she will wake up hungry and wish there was something easy for her to peel and tear with shaky aged hands, and something soft and easily mushed with her tired gums. After midnight there are no more bananas, no more easy foods, and no more favorites.

Years ago someone found a tree with pods growing on its branches, cracked them open, and between them and their many ancestors they figured out how to make all sorts of chocolatey treats for me to hate and everyone else to enjoy. Hours ago someone looked at a green bundle of leaves with tiny red berries and spent the rest of their life experimenting, learning, and cultivating that tiny patch so the fruit would grow bigger and stronger. Minutes ago someone found out how to take the seeds out of bananas and then clone them so that every single banana that grows from a cloned tree tastes almost exactly the same. While all of this was happening, kingdoms and dynasties rose and fell. Countries were born, lived, grabbed by the throat, and took their final breaths as they were absorbed by countries with bigger hands.

All of this fantastic knowledge is kept in quiet books that were invented minutes ago. Since books are big and heavy, noisy devices powered by controlled lightning were invented seconds ago so all of that knowledge can live in our pocket. In 91 seconds the fires will start and all the books will burn and anyone who survives under the lovely dots won't want to read anyway since there will be nothing to read. In 91 seconds all of the smart parts of those noisy devices will melt like the small parts of people, only less goopy.

All of the records of those hours and minutes and seconds will be wiped away in 90 seconds so that when my brother and my grandmother and I die no one will ever think of strawberries or bananas or chocolate or America or Russia or Europe or China. Because after 90 seconds have long passed, after the dead hand lays mummified by the poison snow in the salted earth, there will be nothing left of this earth that any of us living now will recognize. And our descendents will have no strawberries, bananas, chocolate, or great countries' ideals to remember because there are also no books or noisy devices.

Only the silence, the lack thereof, the stories and the tales passed night by night as children are tucked in their rags.

#original writing #nuclear writing #writeblr #writing #writers of tumblr #writers #writerblr #write #writblr #writing community #post apocalyptic #apocalyptic fiction #there will be no more strawberries story #light horror

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tonys-fav-bitch · 9 months

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Bad Decisions

Joel Miller x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and Joel were just starting to act on your feelings for each other. What happens when an outbreak separates you two?

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THE BEAUTIFUL RAYS of sunlight that shined down were full of warmth and comfort. Yellow and orange hues danced across the sky as the day started to wrap up. The air was hot, saved by a light breeze that rolled through every few minutes.

You casually padded your way up the short concrete driveway that was in front of you. A young girl was sat out on the ground, her eyes closed as she basked in the sun. Her perfectly curled hair was wild and blowing in the wind. Her feet swayed back and forth as if she was moving to the beat of a song.

"Sarah!" Her eyes snapped open, slightly startled by the voice.

"Hey!" The young girl got to her feet and ran at you full speed, engulfing you in a tight hug.

She may have been short and tiny, but her love was mighty. Her small arms wrapped around your waist and her face buried in your neck as she talked. Her words came out in a mumbled mess, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry, darlin. But that wasn't english." You pushed Sarah back slightly so she could look up at you and speak clearly.

"I said, what took you so long?" She crinkled her nose at the woman in front of her.

"There's this thing I have. It's called a job." You teased and ruffled the girls thick locks, making her sneer slightly.

"You and dad, always with the jobs." Sarah rolled her eyes as she grabbed ahold of your hand, pulling you towards the house.

"Speaking of the devil, where is he?" You rose an eyebrow as you looked around for his old beat up truck, which was nowhere in sight.

"Work still, I assume?"

"You betcha." Sarah shut the door behind the two of you and led you into the living room where piles of nail polish were stacked - along with makeup and hair accessories.

"Oh lord, what have I gotten myself into?" You huffed as she took a seat on the soft carpet.

Sarah gave you a mischievous grin as she gathered up a pile of supplies from the table, hopping onto the old worn out couch behind you. The little girl cupped her hands around your face from behind and forced you to look straight ahead.

"Welcome to Sarah's Salon."

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You crinkled your nose at the overwhelming smell of nail polish and perfume combined. It felt like it was engulfing you, the aroma slithering up and tickling the inside of your nose.

The sound of the front door opening and shutting brought the two of yours attention to the hallway. After a few moments, the familiar gruff looking Joel appeared. He was clad in his worn out jeans and a plain dark green t shirt that had certainly seen better days. His hair was wild and his face had a light coating of dirt and sweat. Even after a 10 hour shift, you couldn't help but ogle him slightly.

"Well, what's happening here?" His deep but smooth voice filled the room.

"She was kind enough to stop at Sarah's Salon. Since ya know. . You didn't." She scrunched her nose up at her dad as she continued to paint your fingernails.

"Better her than I." He grumbled with a small smirk on his lips.

He rubbed his face as he looked at you in amusement. Clips littered your hair, bright nail polish was covering your nails, and the strong smell of cinnamon filled the house. You narrowed your eyes at the man playfully, daring him to say anything about your appearance.

"Joel, I think it's time you come’n join me. She needs different test subjects." You nodded at the empty spot next to you for him.

"No, no. I'm good." He put his hands up in surrender, slowly backing up towards the steps.

"Joel." You puffed out his name.

He continued to retreat and made his way for the steps, taking them two at a time with his long legs. He yelled down before disappearing into his room to shower.

"Sugar. Please stay for dinner."

The sound of his door shutting ended the interaction. You looked to Sarah who was silently chuckling.

"That means I have to make it though, right?"

"You know him so well."

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You were sat on the counter, your feet swinging idly as you watched the food cooking in the oven. The familiar heavy footsteps approaching signaled that Joel was out of the shower and now finally showing his face. You were sure he took his good ole time so he didn't have to involve himself in any salon activities.

"You know, you can't hide from the salon life forever." You grinned at the man who slowly approached you.

He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a shrug of innocence. He leaned down and peaked into the oven, eyeing the pizza that was warming up.

"I don't know what you're talkin bout, babygirl." He called you by the sweet nickname he tended to used for you, making you blush slightly. You huffed and lightly punched his shoulder.

"Don't you try to sweet talk me." You told him, trying to hold your smile back.

"I'm just an innocent man being verbally attacked." He laughed, rubbing his stubbled face.

"Yea yea, whatever." You hopped off the counter, stepping towards the man.

Now that you were back on the ground, the height difference between the two was obvious. Joel towered over you. His tall stature and built body made you feel so tiny in his presence - but you certainly didn't mind the view. He watched you closely as you approached him, pausing for a moment.

Before he could move, you turned and grabbed the oven mitts that were set out, quickly slipping them on your small hands. You opened the oven, the wave of warmth made your nerves spike for just a moment. You grabbed the pizza and placed it on top of the stove, smelling the delicious aroma from it.

"Ahh the beautiful smell of a frozen pizza." You laughed, glancing to Joel who had still been watching you closely.

"The best damn smell around." He agreed.

"Sarah!" You walked over to the edge of the kitchen and looked to the girl who was sat on the ground, painting her own toe nails.

"Time to eat, baby." Joel called out to his daughter as he cut the pizza into individual slices.

"I'm comin." She grumbled as she closed the polish bottle, getting to her feet.

The girl waddled her way over to the table, trying not to ruin the paint job she had just completed. You laughed at her movements and tilted your head slightly.

"That's a cute walk." You commented.

Sarah rolled her eyes at you and took a seat, waiting for her food with wide eyes. You grabbed her a slice and set her plate in front of her. Joel reached out to grab a slice, only for you to lightly smack his hand.

"Ow! What was that for?" He gave a look of pain - which was completely fake.

"Sit your ass down. You're gonna eat off of a plate, Joel." You laughed and pushed him towards the table.

He obeyed and took a seat at the head of the table, watching you gather their food. Sarah watched her father as he watched you. A small grin appeared on her lips as she leaned towards him, whispering so that you couldn't hear her.

"You likeeeee her."

Joel choked on the water he had just took a sip of, setting the glass back down. He let out a string of coughs as he gave his daughter a wild eyed look.

"What? No, what -"

"Are you okay?" You approached with his food, setting it down in front of him. You wearily watched him as he gathered himself.

"I can't have you dyin on me, J." You lightheartedly told him as you took a seat next to him.

He glared at his daughter who still had a wide smirk on her face as he slapped his chest a few times, clearing his throat.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

#joel miller #thelastofus #joel tlou #tlou fic #reader x joel #fluff #romance #adventure #apocalyptic fiction #series #female reader

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lexisgayok · 3 months

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Forgot tumblr exists here’s some new art

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espritwrish · 1 year

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The Day Bleeds

Nico frowned, eyes squinting suspiciously, “Are you sure you’re…” he let his voice trail out as his eye caught on the edge of the scratch ending on the other side of Will’s neck. He pursed his lips and downcast his eyes. “Let’s get that cleaned.” Not that it would really do much to stall the infection.

He started to reach for his small camping backpack with the sparse emergency first-aid materials when Will caught his hand.

“Save it.” Was all he said as he laced their fingers.

Nico blinked at their hands, flicking his eyes up to the blonde's face who was very intently studying Nico’s hand. “Will,” He started uncertainly, it wasn’t like the boy to deny anyone basic medical treatment, he was the medic for fucks sake!

He just shook his head without looking up, “Honestly, it’d just be a waste.”

Nico stared at him in disbelief for a second before he yanked his hand away, going for the pack again. “Fuck that,” the zipper slid open without much of a fight, “It’ll help with the stinging.”

He reached into the bag and rooted around for the slim bandage roll and travel tissue pack. It wasn’t much but there was always the risk of having to abandon the bag so Nico always felt better if nothing valuable was tucked away inside. With the other hand he pulled the plastic water bottle out. It was only half way full and the label had long since been torn off, but the water was fresh and clean. He hadn’t even started to unscrew the cap before Will protested again.

“It’s not worth it, really.” He tried and Nico rolled his eyes. Doctors made the worst patients. He dampened the tissue with some of the water and tried to keep his dirty fingers from contaminating the wet splotch as he adjusted it in his grip.

“Turn your head,” he demanded, gesturing with the tissue. When Will made no effort to move, Nico huffed and gripped his chin with his other hand to do it himself.

Bringing up the wet tissue to the side of the shallow scratch and dabbing at it carefully, Nico starts, “Seriously, Will, we can spare one-”

“I got bit.” Will cuts him off bluntly, twisting to face him and grabbing his wrist in one motion.

Nico glared at him, letting his motion be stopped to give him the full extent of his glower, “That’s not funny.” Will didn’t break his gaze and his jaw didn’t unclench for a single moment under Nico’s scrutiny. He tore his wrist away from the medic for the second time, “Don’t fucking joke about that.”

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Here’s a sneak peak at the rewriting of my Solangelo apocalypse au. I think it’s pretty funky. I can link it for anyone interested when it’s finished :)

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #fanfic #percy jackson #a03 #im putting way too much effort into this by the way #i was just supposed to fix a few scenes but now it's a whole new fic #apocalyptic fiction #nico is an angst king #does nico know how to be happy?#probably not #ok thanks

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belpheg0r-luna · 6 months

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I need to watch the last of us again. Im craving the comfort of that apocalyptic calm of people holding onto whats actually important in our lives thats only also present in war time fiction

#the last of us #the last of us series #the last of us season 1 #joel miller #ellie williams #war fiction #apocalypse #apocalyptic fiction #the meaning of life #calmness #comfort watch #belphegor luna

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sjsmith56 · 8 months

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Finding Jade - Series Masterlist - completed.

Summary: Set three years after the second battle against Thanos, a different alien species called the Others invaded Earth, attracted by the abundant water. Humanity is isolated as the larger cities had to be evacuated. What’s left of the Avengers is located in a bunker in the badlands of New Mexico. The rescue of a lone woman who has been searching for them offers a chance to defeat the Others.

Length: 16 chapters

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang, Dr. Stephen Strange, named original female character Jade Chambers, her mother Kathy “Ma” Langford, son Ben Chambers, her father John Langford, Dr. Paul Stamets (IYKYK), assorted named and unnamed characters that usually populate an apocalyptic story.

Warnings: some smut, violence causing injury and/or death, tension between characters, very grumpy Bucky (in mourning), angst (mostly Bucky and Jade), religious cult behaviour (taking advantage of apocalypse), telepathic abilities.

Author’s notes: Inspired by photo edits made by Instagram artist Nixakimbo. This is an already completed work that is on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction.net accounts. If you wish to read it in its entirety my user name on those platforms is SJSmith56. This is a mature work with discussion and description of sexual situations. It is not meant to be read by minors. If you are under the age of 18 this is not suitable reading for you. Please do not copy and paste my work into any other platforms or post a translation in any other language. Please follow me and enable notifications if you wish to be notified when I update.

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Chapter 1. Bleeding Daylight Chapter 2. The Sky With No Clouds

Chapter 3. The Sanctuary Chapter 4. Provisions

Chapter 5. The Storm Chapter 6. Finding Jade

Chapter 7. Contact Chapter 8. Fear Itself

Chapter 9. To Die For Chapter 10. Find the Others

Chapter 11. Just Hold Me Chapter 12. Decisions and Consequences

Chapter 13. Taking Back the Cities. Chapter 14. The Attack on New York

Chapter 15. The Quiet Man Chapter 16. Ride With Me

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If you like my writing please like, comment, and/or reblog.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #marvel avengers #alien invasion #apocalyptic fiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #buckybarneslongfic #Bucky Barnes long fiction

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aj-pruett · 5 months

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Book Search

I am trying to find an apocalyptic fiction book that I partially read a few years ago but immediately burned because it was that bad. I cannot remember the title and I'm hoping someone else may know.

I only read the first chapter before it hit my DNF list. But I do know it had a sequel since I bought and burned both at the same time. But It was hilariously poorly written and I was grossed out within those few pages.

The MMC was in his 30s, ex military (I think). Within the first few pages this MC already had the day saved; rescuing a small group of survivors, including a nun and an "exotic" 17 year old girl, from a completely overrun hospital. Somehow he manages to contact "a guy" who comes in with a helicopter to get them out.

The 17 year old girl falls asleep in the helicopter, and the MMC immediately begins lusting after her and her "perfect olive skin" to close off the chapter. The book followed him specifically, though I can't remember if it was first or third person.

I do not remember what the cover looked like but I didn't get the idea it would be like this from the cover or blurb. I bought it and it's sequel second hand for about $5 total.

I always refer to this book as a "if this bullshit was published, then I am doing just fine and will be just fine". Just as a moral boost to myself and my close writer friends whenever any of us get self conscious over our WIPs. And I would like to find another second hand copy to keep on hand as that motivation

#Help me find this book #book #book hunt #trying to find this #readers help #Please help #apocalyptic fiction #zombie #zombie book #apocalyptic fiction book #does anyone recognize this?

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enchantingepics · 1 month

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Story Prompt 73

Chaos descended like an unexpected storm in the world. The air was thick with tension as people rushed about, their faces etched with fear and confusion.

Amidst the turmoil, a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence sending shivers down the spines of those nearby. He was cloaked in darkness, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

"There's no human suffering if there's no humans to suffer," he declared, his voice carrying a chilling certainty.

The words hung in the air, a grim proclamation of what was to come. Panic spread like wildfire as the realization dawned on the populace. This was no ordinary threat; it was the promise of annihilation.

In the midst of the chaos, a small group of survivors banded together, determined to fight against the impending doom.

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meg-moon-dreams · 2 years

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#colossal #digital art #digital painting #horror #creature design #monster #post apocalyptic #apocalyptic fiction #dystopian #horror fantasy #horror aesthetic #giant creature #horror art #darkfantasy #midjourney

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solarpunkpresentspodcast · 2 months

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Just gonna promote this again because it's ME IT IS MY RESEARCH ahem but also we talk about how it's related to solarpunk. I swear we get there, despite the super grim / totally generic and tropey cover image, there is solarpunk and hope. We just gotta get through the historical context first.

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laurasblogs-stuff · 7 months

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I need something about Everlark in a zombie apocalypse.

Literally anything where they have to survive a zombie apocalypse or an apocalypse in general.

Thank you so much I will marry you🧎🏻‍♀️

#hunger games #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg #thg series #zombie #apocalyptic fiction #zombie apocalypse #zombie apocolypse au #everlark au #everlark fanfiction

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