Story time! I was challenged to write a 10-page a/b/o fic within a set timeframe, but I ended up liking the idea of a/b/o + zombie apocalypse so much, I expanded way beyond the parameters of the deadline and the page requirement. I blame Kira for everything happening here. Thanks a lot. <3
In another life, I would've wanted to expand on the worldbuilding and the teensy little details here and there, but hey, vagueness is good too. I'll save it for the more grandiose projects instead.
Just a head's up: first and foremost, please heed the warnings! There are some strong themes in this that might not be for everybody, and it would be a great help to check the warnings first before you dive in. Secondly, if you want a happy ending, read up until the coda. It gets a little bittersweet from there on out.
Kudos if any one of you guys can figure out the inspiration for the names of the non-Breddy characters, and the one tiny Hamilton reference I squeezed in there. ;)
Title from Dream State by Son Lux.
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warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death, implied/referenced suicide
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disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; nothing written here is real. Obviously Brett and Eddy are their own persons and therefore not mine (no matter how much I wish it).
Also, please don't read this, Brett and Eddy. Please and thank you. 🙈
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