Summary: A year after the dead rose from their graves, Storybrooke tries to return to normal, but that’s near impossible now that everyone’s landlord is one of the undead. A/N: Finish one fic. Immediately start another. Thank you as always to @maplesyrupao3 for beta’ing 🖤 Rating: E | Chapter 1: Ao3
No one came for him. When the facilities opened to send their patients home, Gold had arranged his own transport through Dove. News outlets told stories of the risen arriving home to smiling families and friends, all happy to have them back. Gold arrived to an empty house. They didn’t report on the bad stories. No one wanted to acknowledge that the return to normal life hadn’t been as seamless as governments had promised. They didn’t talk about the riots, or those that had no family left. They didn’t acknowledge how those families had died. Or that thousands of people still didn’t know if their loved ones were alive or dead or something else. Like his son.
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