The begining.

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Where do I even start?
Well, I'm y/n I'm 17 years old. My parents died last year when this whole shit started. When people started killing each other. When they started turning into flesh-eating monsters.

My parents were bitten trying to save me. We were ambushed by a group of flesh-eaters. They sacrificed themselves for me. The scene was horrific. So much blood.
I haven't talked to anyone since. I haven't seen a single person. 

Finn's pov

I sit in the cellar with my group. We've been in here for a few days now. We were cornered by walkers and had no option but to settle in here. I'm only friends with two of them there are nine of us.
To be honest this whole group sucks at fighting off walkers. We freak out when we only see four.

I just want everything to go back to normal. I miss the feeling of showers. Of drinking cold fresh water.
I miss the feeling of my teeth being clean. It's the little things I took for granted. I miss brushing my hair too. My hair is always in knots it annoys me.

I wish I had the skills to leave this group but at least it's people who I can trust to back me up if I'm ever threatened. Plus there are two couples in here. Every second they're basically fucking.

My two friends are in love with each other yet they don't see it.
It's the apocalypse who has time to be in love?

Apocalypse (Reader × Finn Wolfhard)Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora