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Title: The War Outside Our Door Keeps Raging
Author: Aubreylia
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: T
Story Links: AO3
Author Links AO3
Summary:The news barks at him every time he turns the television on. The media is scrambling, inexplicable deaths and human-shaped bite-marks. There's shaky footage. A man in Florida tearing off another man's face, not dying until one brave cop nails him between the eyes.
Dave stops turning the television on, after politicians stop dismissing the claims and start avoiding cameras, faces gray and pinched.
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He was trapped on an elevator for two days, he says, the door jammed shut and the dead pounding on the other side and not making a sound except the impact of necrotic flesh on metal. Two days of staring at his reflection until he couldn't meet his own eyes and broke the mirrors.
Two days of thinking he would die and rot in a four-by-six foot space, surrounded by fragments of his own reflection like a constellation of utter failure. Gamzee, he would think, I'll see Gamzee soon, because surely Gamzee would be dead by now. Not sleeping until he thinks the dead outside are all Gamzee, come to kill him and take him home.
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Reccer's Notes: I really like the general mood of this fic- it captures the general hopelessness of a zombie apocalypse perfectly. And the characterization of two if-not-broken-then-pretty-close kids. Woah.
Author: Aubreylia
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: T
Story Links: AO3
Author Links AO3
Summary:The news barks at him every time he turns the television on. The media is scrambling, inexplicable deaths and human-shaped bite-marks. There's shaky footage. A man in Florida tearing off another man's face, not dying until one brave cop nails him between the eyes.
Dave stops turning the television on, after politicians stop dismissing the claims and start avoiding cameras, faces gray and pinched.
===
He was trapped on an elevator for two days, he says, the door jammed shut and the dead pounding on the other side and not making a sound except the impact of necrotic flesh on metal. Two days of staring at his reflection until he couldn't meet his own eyes and broke the mirrors.
Two days of thinking he would die and rot in a four-by-six foot space, surrounded by fragments of his own reflection like a constellation of utter failure. Gamzee, he would think, I'll see Gamzee soon, because surely Gamzee would be dead by now. Not sleeping until he thinks the dead outside are all Gamzee, come to kill him and take him home.
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Reccer's Notes: I really like the general mood of this fic- it captures the general hopelessness of a zombie apocalypse perfectly. And the characterization of two if-not-broken-then-pretty-close kids. Woah.