#fcundwings

          Walking back into town, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, Esai Alvarez blew out a breath, not sure what to do now that he was here. He was back from the dead - back, and hoping that he would be able to find his sister sooner rather than later. He had sent her letter after letter, day after day, month after month. He hadn’t ever received a response, and while there was a part of him that didn’t quite understand why, being home made Esai confident in getting some answers.

And walking into the town now, being back home - it all felt too weird without Tessa by his side. Incredibly weird, admittedly. With a frown, Esai found himself heading towards the cemetery, feeling like there was a reason he needed to be there. The walk was slow, Esai hesitant before eventually, he came across a figure that was a l l too familiar too him. His sister, kneeling in front of a grave. Esai had a feeling he knew what grave it was, but he didn’t want to confirm it. Taking a few steps forward, thankful that his little sister’s back was to him, Esai took a deep breath at seeing his name on the grave, kneeling down next to her and taking the risk of placing his hand on her back.

@fcundwings​ said:

“ you’re my favorite parasite. no… ringworm’s my favorite parasite. you’re my second favorite parasite.” TIG AND RATBOY PLEASE PLEASE THANK U ILY

the news had reached gemma’s house half an hour ago.  carol was still in shock of course, not knowing how to process the information.  donna, opie’s wife, gunned down on the main road.  carol had excused herself back to her own home, because she knew this would hit the boys hard just as it hit the wives hard.  not that carol was a wife, but she was something.

notes on gemma’s  zombie apocalypse verse:

the day it happened , the day the dead began to rise , gemma was in oregon visiting her father. she’d gone with only a prospect at her side for protection. things with the club were good , few tensions or rivalries. there was no reason for concern. she had packed enough to stay for a week. she didn’t like being away from her family for long. the first cases broke out overseas on the fifth day of her visit. gemma didn’t give it much thought , thinking it was just another freak virus that would pass given enough time. her concern was mainly upon her family.

by the sixth day , the distance began to get to her. she told the prospect they’d leave the next morning. sometime in the night , things erupted in the united states , first on the coasts and then spread inward. california was hit hard. unable to contact anyone from the club , gemma and the prospect made the decision to leave early and try to get back to charming. they ignored the flashing warnings on the television that told them to stay home.  

they’d traveled only ten miles when they were met with traffic jams on the interstate , cars left abandoned , people running in the streets. the prospect got out of the car , trying to ascertain the damage. he was attacked suddenly from behind by a growling , snarling creature. it looked like a human , or as though it had once been a human. gemma slid into the driver’s seat , pulling the door closed and turning the car around. 

she got back to her father’s home and holed up with him for several days , hiding from the world outside. unfortunately , his caretaker had disappeared on a supply run and they could only assume the worst. nate’s worsening dementia made him an easy target. he wandered outside unarmed , muttering to himself about how he needed to get the mail and tend to the garden.  the screams woke gemma from a dead sleep and she watched in horror as a group of the dead descended upon her father. she kicked the door closed and buried her face in her hands. 

gemma knew she couldn’t survive on her own so she gathered supplies and began a trek back to charming , hoping that someone was still alive. that jackson and her grandchildren were safe there. if she couldn’t be with them , she might as well be dead. unable to take the main roads and with few supplies , she had little to her name. she was armed with a knife that she stuck in her boot and a pistol tucked in her waistband. with her family as the number one goal , she went to extremes to get back to them. she tricked drivers on the road only to slit their throat and take their car as far as she could before continuing on foot , ruthlessly murdering those who stood in her way , taking what was theirs and going on her way. 

@fcundwings​ said: five times kissed /nestor pls

one. 

the moment he rejected her advances, she knew deep down what she had to do. not only did nestor not want her, but neither did miguel ; the man she was supposed to be in love with. one was worried about a mistress, while the other worried about hurting a friend, leaving her to face her hurt alone. it was why she decided to run away, leaving in the dead of the night, hoping nobody would find her. but he did. nestor would always find her. 

his figure at the door hurt, because truthfully, she didn’t want to see him ; not if he was there to drag her back. but that wasn’t the case & before she knew it, his lips were on hers. she felt her body melt against him, emotions swirling in her head. was this out of pity? was this to break her heart one final time? no. it was the start of something beautiful & she never once looked back.