[theghostbeaters]

Let’s make this one trip we will never forget.

[misaamanie]

who needs grades when you’ve got all the natural advantages you can handle?

[laceyhearst]

This Is THE End Nobody Survived Until Dawn

Until Dawn by strikingeyes

[laceyhearst]

CHARACTER STUDY

joshua washington

“I hurt everybody I get close to. Stay the fuck away from me this time. Seriously.”

Until Dawn by strikingeyes

[laceyhearst]

samantha giddings

lacey hearst

joshua washington

michael munroe

pain is real, it lives within us all

Until Dawn by strikingeyes

[laceyhearst]

LACEY HEARST

UNTIL DAWN // THE FANFIC

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/pHnvCy4ijH

[laceyhearst]

interpersonal relationships: 2/?

Lacey & Eddie

UNTIL DAWN // THE FANFIC

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/pHnvCy4ijH

[laceyhearst]

FOUR UNTIL DAWN FANFIC LADIES YOU ALL SHOULD GET INTO :

Olivia Martin 

Dead or Alive by casifers

; played by Nina Dobrev

Penelope Winslow

Wilted by ughsteve

; played by Jenna Coleman

Lacey Hearst

Until Dawn by strikingeyes

; played by Willa Holland

Violetta Queen

Genesis by malevolents

; played by Alycia Debnam-Carey

[laceyhearst]

interpersonal relationships: 1/?

Lacey & Josh

UNTIL DAWN // THE FANFIC

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/pHnvCy4ijH

[laceyhearst]

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/pHnvCy4ijH

[laceyhearst]

THE CASE FILES.

from my Until Dawn fanfiction.

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/pHnvCy4ijH

[laceyhearst]

prologue

Hello, and I’m sorry. A salutation and a farewell. I don’t have much time.

This Times New Roman is gonna fly through my fingertips, like a plague of moths. The hollow black letter shells crunched into the ground like the skin of a cicada. This is all that’s left. And you can do whatever you want with it. Keep it to yourself, or let it serve as a warning.

This city is disgusting; a corpse of what it used to be. The people are filthy, gluttonous, ruled by the power exchange of sex from the hands of the proletariat to the bourgeoisie. The tops of the skylines buzz with the lackluster enthusiasm. The ground level is caked in dirt and rust and grime, and the people that dwell there awake and rub the filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes.

There are some here I love, some who fear me, and some who wish I was dead. I didn’t ask for this; no one asks for this. You’re born into it. You grow up oblivious and sheltered and one day the evil realities of this place hit you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet. If this were a movie, I would ride off in some blood red sunset down a stretch of desert road into the wasteland that keeps us captive here.

But this isn't a movie, and these are the Badlands.