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oc writer by night

[gunkygunk]

Chapters: 13/? (WIP ⚠️)  Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Original Character(s), Found Family, POV Multiple, Angst, Forced Proximity, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Character Death, Near Future, Survival, British Character, Post-Apocalypse, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dystopia, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Female Protagonist 

Summary:

My dad and I were running out of food in a stranger's house when we met Ryan. Ryan had a kid with him. Well, not his kid. William. Nineteen, abrasive, a scar on his leg he wouldn't explain, and a Gorillaz shirt I accidentally stole the first night we met. We weren't supposed to stay together. I don't know what we are. I don't know what Will is– none of us have words for it yet. All of us are trying not to get mauled alive. I used to have it all. Three-million followers. I used to obsess over my skincare, my outfits, my posting routine, and whether my captions were landing. The apocalypse cleaned all that right up.

[gunkygunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Original Work, No Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Original Character(s), Found Family, POV Multiple, Angst, Forced Proximity, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Character Death, Near Future, Survival, British Character, Post-Apocalypse, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dystopia, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Female Protagonist, Drug Addiction, Grief/Mourning, First Love, Original Fiction Summary:

My dad and I were running out of food in a stranger's house when we met Ryan. Ryan had a kid with him. Well, not his kid. William. Nineteen, abrasive, a scar on his leg he wouldn't explain, and a Gorillaz shirt I accidentally stole the first night we met. We weren't supposed to stay together. I don't know what we are. I don't know what Will is– none of us have words for it yet. All of us are trying not to get mauled alive. I used to have it all. Three-million followers. I used to obsess over my skincare, my outfits, my posting routine, and whether my captions were landing. The apocalypse cleaned all that right up.

[gunkygunk]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 15/??? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Original Character(s), Found Family, POV Multiple, Angst, Forced Proximity, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Character Death, Near Future, Survival, British Character, Post-Apocalypse, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dystopia, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Female Protagonist Summary:

My dad and I were running out of food in a stranger's house when we met Ryan. Ryan had a kid with him. Well, not his kid. William. Nineteen, abrasive, a scar on his leg he wouldn't explain, and a Gorillaz shirt I accidentally stole the first night we met. We weren't supposed to stay together. I don't know what we are. I don't know what Will is– none of us have words for it yet. All of us are trying not to get mauled alive. I used to have it all. Three million followers. I used to obsess over my skincare, my outfits, my posting routine, and whether my captions were landing. The apocalypse cleaned all that right up.

[gunkygunk]

Chapters: 13/? (WIP ⚠️)  Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Original Character(s), Found Family, POV Multiple, Angst, Forced Proximity, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Character Death, Near Future, Survival, British Character, Post-Apocalypse, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dystopia, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Female Protagonist 

Summary:

My dad and I were running out of food in a stranger’s house when we met Ryan. Ryan had a kid with him. Well, not his kid. William. Nineteen, abrasive, a scar on his leg he wouldn’t explain, and a Gorillaz shirt I accidentally stole the first night we met. We weren’t supposed to stay together. I don’t know what we are. I don’t know what Will is– none of us have words for it yet. All of us are trying not to get mauled alive. I used to have it all. Three-million followers. I used to obsess over my skincare, my outfits, my posting routine, and whether my captions were landing. The apocalypse cleaned all that right up.

[gunkygunk]

Chapters: 13/? (WIP ⚠️)  Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Original Character(s), Found Family, POV Multiple, Angst, Forced Proximity, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Character Death, Near Future, Survival, British Character, Post-Apocalypse, Morally Ambiguous Character, Dystopia, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Female Protagonist 

Summary:

My dad and I were running out of food in a stranger’s house when we met Ryan. Ryan had a kid with him. Well, not his kid. William. Nineteen, abrasive, a scar on his leg he wouldn’t explain, and a Gorillaz shirt I accidentally stole the first night we met. We weren’t supposed to stay together. I don’t know what we are. I don’t know what Will is– none of us have words for it yet. All of us are trying not to get mauled alive. I used to have it all. Three-million followers. I used to obsess over my skincare, my outfits, my posting routine, and whether my captions were landing. The apocalypse cleaned all that right up.

[gunkygunk]

Casey Hanson: always on that damn phone

[song-for-an-unborn-sun]

[ives57]

[aquilacalvitium]

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

[ilonano]

crazy that you can make an oc with Issues and not even realize until months later that those are actually Your Issues

[gunkygunk]

Casey Hanson | Love, Will Shrostire

The room was humid.

I sat beneath the covers of my bed, wondering what would happen today. My phone sat next to me on the nightstand. Displaying the date March 15th, and NO DATA. The only use it had now was keeping pictures– maybe the occasional game of Tetris or solitaire.

Even with no real use, I still held onto it, waiting for the day service would be restored.

[ghostgirljyuna]

[gunkygunk]

Casey Hanson | Pre-Outbreak

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81730091

My dad and I were running out of food in a stranger's house when we met Ryan.

Ryan had a kid with him. Well, not his kid. William. Nineteen, abrasive, a scar on his leg he wouldn't explain, and a Gorillaz shirt I accidentally stole the first night we met.

We weren't supposed to stay together. I don't know what we are. I don't know what Will is– none of us have words for it yet. All of us are trying not to get mauled alive.

I used to have it all. Three-million followers. I used to obsess over my skincare, my outfits, my posting routine, and whether my captions were landing.

The apocalypse cleaned all that right up.

[ghostgirljyuna]

[ghostgirljyuna]

[gunkygunk]

WILLIAM MICHEAL SHROSTIRE

[snuffspecter]

1.19.25

a thick layer of fog doused the entire north-side yesterday, haunting in its beauty.