Upcoming apocalyptic polygon/patbri fic!
Hey y’all! I’ve been working on a long term project and I am finally working towards finishing the first chapter of my first fic as an installment of a series. I wanted this series to include all of the intriguing elements of apocalypse themed works but I didn’t want to focus on ideas of desolation; rather, I wanted to highlight the importance of building community and protecting one another, so this overarching series, Connections, will definitely center around the Polygon crew doing so in a post-apocalypse desertscape.
An important note! I am currently looking for someone to beta this fic, I would really appreciate any help y’all are willing to provide. I just need help w basic spelling and grammar, sentence flow, formatting dialogue breaks, etc. Just a fair warning, the series will contain drug use, sexual content and violence so be sure you are comfortable with editing such content. Shoot me a message if you are interested!
And now, enjoy some snippets of the first chapter so far:
“Everyone was thrilled that Tara was finally taking a break after years of being in charge of the home base and leading caravan missions, she deserved to enjoy the fruits of her labor and have a family. The gang took this change in stride, knowing they would be put in capable hands- Simone was the only one who was having doubts about her new standing as a leader. Her usual confidence was shaken by this debut mission, the details of which have been unclear to the rest of the caravan for some time.”
“Brian came to consciousness slowly, bleary eyes peeking open every now and then as he danced between falling into nothingness and waking up. He was in Laura’s room, judging by the pale light filtering through a window and the heavy air. He let his eyes drift shut again, trying to piece together the previous night.”
“They were currently camped on the outskirts of one of the larger cities, a long stretch of junked-up land, the carnage of sheet metal and pulverized cars, separating them from any of the people that would be milling about the city borders. Clayton gives a small smile in agreement and makes his way over as Pat hops down, knees protesting the impact from the cracked earth. He ambles over to the woolen blanket stretched out under Simone, settling down next to her.”
“He slings the outfit over his shoulder and greets Zuko, who sleepily pokes his head out from a bread basket before leaping out. The cat daintily and steps through the maze of amber and fogged-glass vials cluttering the dressing room table, each holding perfume, makeup and lube. Brian scritches behind his ears before turning to weave among more halls, humming to himself today’s performance song before coming to the Duchess’s salon room.”
