#simon monore

[dont-offend-the-bees]

I have literally only just realised how much fanfic I write for this fandom... holy shit. WHAT THE HELL THERE ARE TEN WORKS IN HERE. THREE OF THEM ARE INCOMPLETE MULTI-CHAPTERS. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIFE?

*sobs a moment*

*keeps writing*

Fuck you, zombie boys...

[cl-ouds]

so because i should be revising, i wrote a super shitty thing if anyone wants to check it out:) 

Simon had never seen Kieren rabid before. He'd never seen someone fight being rabid before, not like this. He'd seen some people try and resist it, but they'd all given in after a minute or so. But Kieren, Kieren was fighting it more than Simon had even known was possible.

The fair haired boy had ran as fast as he could to the graveyard and tried to tie himself down. The fact that he'd fought it off long enough to even have a decent thought in his brain amazed Simon, truly amazed him. There had been no other thought in the boy's mind other than to find somewhere he could stay until the affects wore off. Of course, the march was today and Simon had told his followers to prepare, so the graveyard hadn't been as empty as Kieren had probably hoped. 

But still, as Simon watched, he knew that Kieren wasn't going to hurt anyone. From experience, Simon knew that rabids didn't hold back, they couldn't. Once they felt that need for flesh again, they got hold of anything with a pulse and tore its throat out. Kieren would have killed Steve by now if he wanted to. Instead he was looking at his Father, his head cocked to the side slightly, a glimmer of the Kieren Simon knew sat in the creamy-white of his eyes.

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