So I was recently bumbling around DeviantArt, and I came across this simply BRILLIANT Free-To-Use lineart by Lumiene. After first creating reasonable references for my own OCs, it occurred to me that this might be a good chance to make references of the Skewed girls. I got rather carried away, and well. We now have references of what a female zombie would look like, disregarding the hair situation. I will put it under the cut because there is blood and such on it.
TW: Blood
Summary:
Chapped Lips, injuries from dominance fighting among the group, burst blood vessels in eyes from the pain of turning, and infected sites, particularly any bite marks. Blood around the face is often a signal that the zombie has eaten recently or been in a fight. Their clothes would normally be torn and eaten away at to reveal more injuries, and their hair would be tangled and matted. They are always covered in dirt and dust because they never clean themselves. This is also why so many wounds become infected.
Hey everybody! Here is the very late release of Chapter Three. I’ll release more as soon as I am able, sorry for the wait.
The dull thud of wood on wood was extremely prominent in the mid-morning camp. There was a small crowd of people clustered around a relatively clear area beside the highway on the dry soil. Dust was swirling around the group as they watched the ongoing tussle with interest.
Razz was standing with her knees slightly bent in the middle of three others with weapons. Her machete was in one hand, tomahawk in the other. They had their blades embedded in wood so that if a strike was made there would be no blood. The other three people were armed as well, one with a mace, another with a whip, and the final with several daggers, shanks, and shivs of different shapes and sizes.
Sin moved first, flicking her whip out with a sharp crack, aiming for Razz’s feet. Razz’s lips curled into a smile as she leaped forwards, just barely skimming past the whips location and landing neatly. She turned on her heel and began to sprint towards the mace-wielding boy named Kane.
He hefted his weapon above his head, and swung it down at her as soon as she came near, but she deftly paused right before she got into range and alternated her path from directly at him to towards his left. She moved with speed, racing past him and giving him a solid thwack with the machete held in her right hand as she passed. Now that she was behind him, she slid back a small bit, allowing herself time to regain her solid footing. Kane turned to her, and swung his mace towards her with more speed than she’d predicted.
Razz whipped up her machete, bracing it with both arms though she still held the tomahawk in her left. She winced as the mace-wielder cracked his weapon into hers, jolting her entire body. The distinctive pop of joints cracking echoed just behind the sound of the impact and Razz leaped forwards, slamming her tomahawk into Kane’s collarbone with the flat of the blade, so as not to harm him.
He gave a little involuntary yelp, and Razz was grinning in a rather disturbing way now. She shoved him away with all her strength, which simply caused him to stumble a tiny bit, and began to run towards Dee.
Dee’s face was curved into a smile even more unnerving than Razz’s. Her eyes were unsettlingly filled with enjoyment and satisfaction as Razz approached her.
The moment Razz was in range to swing at Dee, the younger girl leaped backward, arching her back so that the blade of Razz’s machete brushed past her. She smacked the back of Razz’s arm with her own, lunging forwards to add more to the shove.
Razz stumbled rather significantly, nearly catching herself before there was a sharp whistle and something black and leathery wrapped itself around her ankles. With a swift tug, it was over.
Razz hit the ground face first, coughing as the wind was knocked out of her. She groaned, rolling over onto her back and grabbing her chest, Tomahawk lying in the dust beside her. Her machete was still held in the hand not clutching her ribs, however. Claps and whistles echoed around from the bystanders as they hucked different colored stones at each other in payment for their bets.
“You’re dead,” Dee said coolly, standing over her with eyes of steel.
“Yeah, no shit,” Razz grumbled, looking away from the blond haired guard.
“What did you do wrong?” Dee prompted her, a minor bit of irritation now in her gaze.
“Nothing,” Razz muttered, propping herself up and continuing to avoid the guard master's eyes.
“That’s bullshit,” Dee spat, “I’ve spoken to you about this every fight since we started training your sorry ass!”
Razz couldn’t restrain herself as she turned to Dee with fiery eyes. “Wanna call me that again?” She snapped.
“You answer the damn question and maybe I won’t have to call you that,” Dee hissed.
Razz and Dee stared one another down for several long seconds before the former finally relented. “Fine,” she muttered, “I didn’t look behind my back, and I let myself get unbalanced.”
“Damn right you did,” Dee snapped stepping away from Razz, “Let me show you how it’s done one more damn time.” She walked back over towards the central area of their training, and shouted, “Sin, Kane, form up!”
The pair quickly moved into positions on either side of Dee, weapons drawn. The girl in the middle was easily a full head smaller than just Sin, much more than that in comparison to Kane, and yet she radiated confidence.
The girl waited for one of the others to move first. The moment that they did, she sidestepped and calmly spun her weapons in her hands. She moved towards Kane, her steps fluid as she leaned out of the way of his first swing, one weapon facing forwards and the other held behind her back. The second Kane finished his swing, she neatly elbowed him on the shoulder blade and sent him tumbling to the ground.
She then turned, her second weapon flying up to block Sin’s whip. The black leather curled around her shank, and Dee glowered, dropping the useless weapon and grabbing the whip. She yanked it hard, jerking Sin forwards before turning again to jab her weapon at Kane’s back before he could get himself back up. She whirled towards Sin again, and before the raven haired girl could get her dagger from its holster Dee held her shiv at her opponent’s throat.
“Game over,” Dee hissed, dropping the whip and stepping away from Sin to scoop up her shank.
She turned to Razz with smoldering eyes, and said coolly, “maybe put a bit of effort into it next time.”
Razz glowered right back at her, and after several long seconds, Dee turned away, tossing her weapons at Chrys who was in the crowd.
“Get those ready for an actual fight,” she ordered, before blowing past the crowd.
Razz didn’t pay attention to where the blond girl went from there. She was too irritated to care. She was seething, and almost threw an elbow when Major laid his hand on her shoulder.
He leaped back, lifting up his hands in an ‘I come in peace’ gesture.
“What the fuck do you want,” she hissed, glowering at him.
“Easy, Spitfire,” he said evenly, “just coming to tell you that your twin wants you.”
She stared at him, sensing that there was more.
“Alright, alright. I also came to say that you shouldn’t take Dee so seriously. Kid’s been through a lot, she doesn’t mean to cause such harm.”
“She’s a bitch,” Razz snapped, “we’ve all been through a lot, but not all of us are as much of a bitch as she is.”
“Very few of us actually watched our families be slaughtered, Razz. Just- cut her some slack, ok? She’s younger than you.”
“Screw off Major,” Razz said, rolling her eyes and starting to storm away, “I’m going to go find Gwen.”
Major watched her go, Razz could feel his eyes on her back and she resisted the temptation to throw something at him. Preferably something heavy, and at his head. The only thing she was remotely grateful for was the fact that he didn’t call after her.
She didn’t really intend to go after her twin. Gwen would be busy organizing the patrolling for the day, and Razz had no say. She didn’t want to sit quietly on the ground behind her twin while the taller girl did the commanding and she was left to mutter ineptitudes under her breath.
No, going to Gwen just wouldn’t do. With a deep sigh, Razz walked over to the farthest edge of their camp and settled down in the dust. She pulled her weapons around so that she could see them, and went about pulling the chunks of wood off of their edges. It was as if the blades sighed in relief, a crushing weight lifted off of their chests.
Razz sighed, lying down so that her back and head had contact with the dusty ground. She closed her eyes, hugging the machete to her chest. The black metal was hot in the afternoon sun, and she relished the burn in her hands. She wanted the callouses to harden, wanted her hands to burn and scald until the warmth of her blade was no longer painful. That was how she would survive, she reminded herself every time the burn grew too intense, and she did not remove her hands.
She couldn’t say how long she lay there but eventually, her peace was disturbed.
“Razz. Razz get your ass up.”
Razz opened one eye, staring at her sister, entirely unimpressed. “That’s how I’m treated now?” she asked mildly, closing her eye again, “like a dog that isn’t listening?”
“Oh my god, you’re impossible,” Gwen groaned loudly, “can’t you just get UP?”
Razz waited just a moment before she could sense her twins irritation and she pushed herself into a sitting position. “Satisfied?” She asked, her sarcasm thinly veiled as she stared her twin down.
Gwen took a deep breath. “Can you just- stand. Please?”
Razz rolled her eyes, and dropped her arms to her sides, pulling the machete and tomahawk off her chest. She stood then, looking away from Gwen to shove the machete through a pocket with a hole in the bottom and hook her machete to her back, the grip rising just above her right shoulder. She turned her eyes back to her twin, and said with more calm, “What do you want, Gwen?”
“You fought with Dee again,” Gwen said, her eyes tired, “that’s the fifth time this week Razz. You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” Razz said, irritation creeping back into her tone, “if Dee was less of a prick-”
“No, Razz, no. I’m stopping you right there. I’m pulling you from the guards.”
Razz was immediately hit by a wave of insult. “Are you kidding me?”
“No,” Gwen said, her eyes tired as she did her best to ignore the fury that emanated from her sister, “You’re being reassigned.”
“To where?” She was angry, truly angry. “I’ve been everywhere else! Ray says I’m too headstrong for the Scouts, the Cache won’t have me, you don’t need another pack mule, and now you’re telling me I don’t fit in with the group of headstrong pricks?”
“Yes,” Gwen said, “That is exactly what I am saying. If you would shut your mouth, maybe I’d tell you where you’re going!”
Fair point. Razz fell silent.
Gwen waited for several seconds, and Razz could feel her anger mounting again but she held her tongue. Finally, Gwen spoke.
“You will be in a free rider group.”
“What the fuck is that?” Razz asked though it was apparent that her anger was subsiding.
“I know you, and I know that you… think. Differently.” Gwen rolled her eyes at herself and then rephrased it. “I want you to think for me.”
“Once again,” Razz said, sarcasm so thick it dripped from her words like syrup, “what the fuck is that?”
Gwen thought for a second. “Strategist,” she finally said, “I want you to be my strategist.”
Razz could not find the words to argue with this choice. She stumbled over her words for several seconds before finally managing to coherently ask, “Why me? What would it entail?”
“You’ll help with organizing the scouting patterns, and when we have to fight, you’ll join the fighters. Any sort of large attack that we notice in time will be yours to command until the fighting begins, then you will defer to Dee like everyone else will in that situation. We’ll figure more stuff out as we go, but that’s the gist of it.”
Razz stared at Gwen for several long seconds and then let out a whoop. “Are you kidding? You better not be kidding!”
“I’m not kidding,” Gwen said, a well-deserved smile curling onto her lips.
Razz cheered again, almost tackling her twin in a hug. Gwen let out a small giggle and hugged Razz back, before shoving her off. “Come on, bitch sister,” she taunted, using the hated nickname that she used when Razz was being annoying, “let’s go see about making sure your aptitude is correct at the Cache.”
“Wow”, Razz snorted, “nice of you to pull out that name again.”
“I knew you’d love it,” Gwen teased, now out of Razz’s reach.
Razz gave a little noise of indignation and darted after her twin, punching her in the arm. “We all know,” she said with sarcasm barely veiled in her voice, “that you’re the bitch in this duo.”
Gwen smiled broadly, and without another word, they walked towards the main part of the camp, side by side.
They opted to get something to eat before going to meet up with the Weapons Cache. Razz insisted like usual that they eat from her dwindling store of food instead of the group’s significantly larger one, but Gwen didn’t protest. They ate in a peaceable silence, and after that stood to make their way to the Cache.
It struck Razz again once they approached the small, exclusive group. They were so odd.
She looked them up and down as she approached, the small things registering in her brain. The dark brunette she knew- that was Chrys, the leader. She had become… acquainted with the short heterochromatic eyed girl in a scuff over who owned what weapon. Bonnie- that was her name, yes. The final member of the group she had not yet been introduced to, though she had seen them around camp. She had heard some of the gossip, about how the pepper-haired kid wasn’t ‘normal’, but it didn’t particularly phase her. Afterall, none of them were normal by this point.
Normal wasn’t something that you called a kid after they had killed something living. It wasn’t what you called a kid after they lived alone on the streets for weeks, or banded into a ragtag group of different ages, lifestyles, and beliefs.
No, they were not normal. Not one of them. So what did it matter if the third member of the Cache wasn’t ‘normal’.
Razz let Gwen lead her into the midst of the trio, drawing herself up so that she would come off as a larger person. She knew that she wasn’t the biggest person, and she did her best to let her personality beef up her size.
“Chrys, Bonnie, Ven,” Gwen said, nodding to each of them in turn, “you’ve all heard of Razz by now.”
The three members of the Cache nodded their heads in near unison, eyes watching the twins with an unimpressed expression.
“Well, she’s been here a bit now and I think it’s time that we do aptitude work.”
“That’s Chrys’ department,” Ven said mildly, their voice inflecting a mix of curiosity and distrust.
Razz knew that already, but she didn’t say anything. She simply turned towards Chrysoberyl’s unimpressed face and stared.
Chrys stared back, equally unimpressed.
After a moment of awkward staring, Gwen spoke up.
“Uh… guys? Can we… get to the whole… aptitude thing?”
Chrys gestured to Bonnie. The small girl stood, uttering a curse under her breath as she walked to her bag.
“We have to get you a couple of weapons to try out first,” Chrys explained coolly, her voice unimpressed but firm, “At least one of each aptitude.”
Razz was just slightly embarrassed that she didn’t know exactly what each aptitude was, but she didn’t really want to ask. Asking would make her seem much less in control.
“The aptitudes are towards heavy, light, or medium weapons,” Gwen explained quickly, sensing Razz’s faint confusion, “and from there they get divided into long distance, middle range, or melee.”
“You’ll be designated a primary aptitude and a secondary one,” Chrys said mildly. “Medium weapons,” Gwen explained quickly, sensing Razz’s faint confusion, “and from there they get divided into long distance, middle range, or melee.”
“You’ll be designated a primary aptitude and a secondary one,” Chrys said mildly, catching on, “one that’s based around distance, and one around melee. We want you to be able to beat the shit out of something up close if you don’t have the ability to smack it from afar.”
Razz resisted the urge to laugh at that mental image. “Fair enough,” she said.
“I’ve got the weapons,” Bonnie interrupted, straightening from beside the massive backpack. She was literally covered in weapons, from head to toe. She had a massive sniper rifle strapped to her back, several pistols and a few revolvers strapped to her hips, and some smaller rifles and shotguns slung over her shoulders. That was just the guns. She was decked out with staffs, knives, blades, maces and bludgeons, shanks, shivs, spears, and every other classification of weapon you could imagine.
It didn’t seem possible for the tiny blond girl to be able to carry so much, but she didn’t seem to be too phased.
“Let’s get away from the main area,” Chrys prompted, already walking away.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Gwen said quietly over her twin’s shoulder, “I have to go check on the others.”
Razz gave her a rather desperate look.
Gwen giggled. “You’ll be fine! I’ll be over in the main area, you can come and get me once you’re finished.”
“Hey!” Chrys was yelling from an area farther away from them. “Let’s move it!”
Razz didn’t allow herself any more hesitation. She broke away from her twin, heading to meet Chrys.
The testing took several hours longer than Razz expected. It involved a lot of target practice, with a range of guns. She started off small, handling the smallest of the handguns and slowly building up to the rifles. She was then handed spears, staffs, whips, and any other weapon that couldn’t swing out as far as everything else but still went farther than a simple melee weapon.
That was just the distance weapons.
After breaking up fence post after fence post, Razz was expected to take the handheld weapons and beat the shit out of a skeletal looking tree, devoid of all leaves.
The sun was starting to set by the time Chrys told her she could stop.
Razz was panting, exhausted and hungry. She turned angry blue-green orbs towards Chrysoberyl, waiting to hear the final decision.
“So?” she asked after several long moments.
Chrys rolled her neck, and shrugged. “Well,” she said evenly, “you’re definitely a medium to lightweight.”
“Thanks,” Razz muttered sarcastically, rubbing her wrists. Some of her blisters had popped, and new ones had formed. She stung all over.
Chrys waited a moment more before saying anything else. “You’re a medium melee primary,” she decided, “and a medium long range secondary.”
“Which means what?”
“You get to keep your machete,” Chrys said evenly, “and you’ll be assigned a handgun and a rifle to go with your tomahawk. The knives can stay, I suppose, but they’re not something you should be working with regularly.”
Razz heaved a sigh. She got to keep her weapons.
“Where did you even get all of this shit anyway?” she asked.
“Lots and lots of illegal looting,” Chrys said without emotion, turning away. “Yo, Bonnie!”
Bonnie looked up from her position beside Ven over with the group.
“Let’s get this shit cleaned up!”
Bonnie lifted a hand to show that she’d heard, and she said something to her friend before she began making her way towards them.
“What’re you still doing here?” Chrys asked irritably, glowering at Razz.
Razz didn’t need another hint. She forced her legs to carry her back to the group, eyelids drooping. When she neared, Gwen was one of the first to notice her.
“Hey, Razz!”
Razz lifted a hand in greeting, and Gwen jogged over to her. The slightly taller twin wrapped an arm under Razz’s arms, supporting her a bit.
“Kicked your ass, did she?”
“Apparently,” Razz groaned, “aptitude testing takes several hours.”
“Yeah Chrys was vetting you pretty hard. Let’s get you over to Dusk for some help with those hands.”
“What about my hands?” Razz asked, looking down. She was surprised to see the blisters that had popped had begun to bleed a small bit. “Oh,” she intoned mildly, “I hadn’t realized.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Gwen said with a small bit of amusement, “come on now.”
They slowly made their way over to where Dusk was sitting, rummaging through a large bag of medical supplies. He glanced up when they neared, noticing Razz’s bloody hands, and he reached back into the bag.
“What the hell did you do?” he asked without much emotion.
“Chrys was aptitude testing her,” Gwen explained so that Razz didn’t have to. She helped her twin sit, and then settled down beside her, holding out Razz’s hand.
Dusk made a small noise of understanding, and pulled out some antibiotic cream and bandages. “I don’t have a lot of gauze,” he explained as he began to smear the medicine over her wounds, “but these bandages should be thick enough to protect the blisters until they heal.”
“Speaking of the testing,” Gwen said over Dusk’s explanation, “what did you get?”
Razz had been mostly zoning out, ignoring the sting to the best of her abilities. “Oh.” She blinked, before thinking back. “Uhh… Medium melee, and medium long distance?”
Dusk smiled faintly. “That’s the same as Gwen,” he reflected with a small bit of amusement as he finished binding Razz’s hands.
“Really?” she asked, tipping her head slightly, “I didn’t realize that we fought so similarly.”
“Chrys bases it off of body type, not fighting style,” Dusk explained evenly as he taped the end of the bandage to itself.
“Makes sense then,” Gwen said with a small snort of laughter, “we are you know, identical twins after all.”
“Oh really,” Dusk said, his voice crimping up in sarcasm, “I hadn’t noticed.”
Razz chuckled, looking down at her bandaged hands.
“You know,” Gwen said calmly, “they look kinda good on you.”
“Well I rock anything I wear,” Razz responded evenly, winking at her sister. She was rewarded with an obvious eye roll.
“What are you two doing up here?”
Razz yelped, ducking her head and swinging an arm out wildly.
She punched Major in the shin rather hard.
“Motherfucker,” he gasped out, bouncing backwards, “ow!”
“Oh shit!”
“I told you not to sneak up on her like that Major,” Gwen intoned mildly.
“Fuck that hurts!”
Razz winced slightly for him, shaking out her hand.
“That’s going to bruise,” he groaned, drawing out the last syllable in a plaintive tone.
“Don’t fucking sneak up on me, prick,” Razz muttered just loud enough to be heard.
Dusk chuckled a bit and shoved his supplies back into the bag. “Get the hell out of my area,” he said with amusement, and Gwen flipped him the bird in a loving way before getting to her feet.
“Come on, you two frickin babies.”
“Have you felt her punch?” Major gasped out, tentatively testing his shin.
“I’m her twin Major. I’ve been punched by her more times than I can count,” Gwen said evenly, and Razz smirked.
“That was gentle,” she warned him, “don’t mess with the hormonal teen.”
“Yeah no shit,” Major muttered, testing his leg again before settling back into a standing position.
Gwen shoved them both. “Move!”
“Ok, ok! We’re going!” Razz feigned exasperation as she started to jog away, clenching and unclenching her fists against the bandages, getting used to the feeling.
“Let’s go, Major!”
“I’m moving!”
The three moved off in a small bickering bundle back into the main part of the group. Once they arrived there, Razz couldn’t help but smile a little bit. The bandages really did suit her, and she couldn’t help but find a small bit of joy in this odd but caring group she had stumbled upon.
She felt that things might really be alright for once.
“Razz snorted at that. Lock had discovered the megaphone and had gone around camp a few days ago switching around its settings to shout at people and scare them out of their shoes. Smol had caught on and joined in. They had wreaked general havoc upon unsuspecting members of the group until Gwen had finally confiscated the tool and hidden it.”
Chrys, the hyper-reactive leader-in-name of the Weapon’s Cache, along with Dee, the leader of the guards, and Earth, her fraternal twin sister. Earth is shaky in that whole mental area, so Dee has to take care of her. 10/10 Good Sister.
I am most likely not going to be hitting 50k words in Nanowrimo, due to personal issues and overall mental state. However, I am going to continue steadily working at it, and I hope to reach 40k by the end of the month! Right now I am at a grand total of 32,502 words, almost 20 thousand words above where I began!
I am in the middle of writing Chapter Seven right now, which means that once I get the motivation to attempt editing the chapters into Tumblr formatting, there will be 4 chapters coming out one by one! I’ll probably release them every week in December.
To be quite honest, they’re not. They’re platonic friends who act like an old married couple but have never and will never find romance with one another. Neither one finds romance apart from one another either, but that’s besides the point.
In the middle of the apocalypse a bunch of teens decide that capture the flag is a good idea and promptly engage in a 2 day siege upon one another’s flags.
Rest in Peace the entirety of the ‘National Preserve’.
Say hi to the brown eyed boys!
Major, Abel, and Kane all have brown eyes of different shades! Majors are dark, Abel’s a rich chocolate, and Kane’s a light caramelly color!
Here’s another round of eyes, these ones belonging to Smol, Pom Pom, and Dusk!
Small refresher, as none have been super major in the story so far... Smol is a partially off kilter guard who joins the story in Chapter Five. Pom Pom is an ex-cheerleader with an overemotional streak. Dusk is the uncomfortable medic, whose been friends with Gwen since childhood.
So I came across this pointless dabble I did at one point for the aftermath of Skewed. It shouldn’t be hard to guess who the two characters are, especially after Chapters Six and on are released, but for now...
Meet Sidney Eva Blanchard, otherwise known as ‘Smol’, and her companion Razz.
This is long after Skewed has ended, when they are living in a semi-rehabilitated earth. This is in no manner canonical, I was just messing around with dialogue and experimenting with their personalities.
Keep in mind that I wrote this in APRIL of this year, so it is outdated and not up to my current writing style, but it still is a fun little thing to read :)
Hope you enjoy,
- Mod Eve
“Oh fuck!”
“Eva, are you sure that you know what you’re doing?”
“You know I hate you calling me that, Razz! And I know what I’m doing don’t question me!”
“That voice crack says differently. Do you want help? And hey- you’re the one who submitted to being called Ms. Blanchard again, you can suffer by your middle name.”
“My hatred for you is undying.”
“Then why do you live with me asshole?”
“Literally three other people from the group moved in with you for the first six years, I just got stuck with you long term!”
“Face it, you like hanging out with me!”
“Funny joke, Razzberry.”
“Call me that one more time!”
“Raaaazzzbbbeerr- eeep!”
There was the sound of water splashing and a few screeches before anything else.
“You weren’t in the fucking kitchen how did you get in here?!”
“It’s called sneaking, not that you’d know anything about it…”
“I was a sniper bitch, I know more about sneaking than you!”
This is what the eyes of a Zombie would look like. The transformation from human to zombie is so painful that it bursts the blood vessels in and around the eye, leading to bright red and scarlet sclera. The iris stays roughly the same color, though sometimes it darkens or appears darkened because of the darkened sclera. Periodically, you will get a zombie with something called a broken pupil, which is basically a condition caused by trauma that results in the normally circular pupil ‘leaking’ or becoming misshapen.
With some small suggestions from Mod Illy, I have started up a project of showing what the eye colors of the skewed characters look like! This is just the first installment, the next batch will consist of Gwen, Sin, and Dawn! I’m prepping several in my free time, and hopefully these will come regularly.
Hey guys! I want to apologize for the lack of anything coming from here recently, I’ve been on a huge road trip. In addition to that, everything around my house is on fire and so things like internet were knocked out for awhile so Mod Illy wasn’t able to transfer anything I provided because of that. Gotta love Natural Disasters!
Anyway though, I’m going to be pretty radio silent for the rest of this week. I’m in Zion National Park camping and won’t have internet or even phone connection.
The good news is that I have decided to bunk down and write a ton! I’ve officially brought the word count of Skewed to over 13 thousand, and have completed Chapter Three as well as the second ‘Unknown’ chapter!
Chapter Three is just over 4000 words, so you guys can look forwards to that soon! I’m going to be doing my best to finish Chapter Four before I get home as well, and I am extremely excited to be writing Chapter Five! You’ll get to meet two of my absolute favorite characters to write in Chapter Five.
Utmost apologies once again,
Mod Eve
