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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2014 1:40:58 GMT
YAY ITS BACK It's been back for a while though...
Anyways, awesome! Nate and Mary <3
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 11:00:59 GMT
So no continuation? Will there be sex?we gots to know!
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 17, 2014 14:49:26 GMT
SOON
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 7, 2014 17:31:09 GMT
I think I know how I can make this work.
I could redo the whole story, starting off in season 2, following Bigby and a few fables 2 years into the apocalypse.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 17:45:07 GMT
But Bigby and Leeeee
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 17:47:09 GMT
But if you are gonna redo the story, maybe you should ask a friend to help you write or something like the S3 fic so the story stays active
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 7, 2014 18:29:25 GMT
I"d rather not.
I don't know. We'll see.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 18:32:14 GMT
Whatever makes this continue.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 7, 2014 18:34:26 GMT
You know what? I think might redo the whole thing as it is now. Little different, though.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 7, 2014 18:35:04 GMT
I'm just really not feeling what I've done so far.
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Post by Master Psychic on Sept 7, 2014 18:36:39 GMT
If you're gonna redo the whole thing and it will focus on the events of season 2, are you gonna replace some of the characters like maybe Nick with Grendel or Carver and Troy with the Crooked Man and Bloody Mary?
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 7, 2014 18:43:29 GMT
Nah. I'm going to redo it but it'll still be in season 1.
Season 2 comes later.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 7, 2014 20:12:43 GMT
Terrified.
That was probably the best word to describe how Bigby was feeling right now. Not many things managed to shock The Big Bad Wolf to the core, but what had happened tonight was pretty damn close. He stared blankly out of the window, watching as rain poured down the blood smeared window.
The truck they were sitting in had once been used to transport unglamoured Fables to the Farm. Now, it was aiding them to escape the hell which once had been their home. Bigby stared down at his grey pants that were soaked in blood and core. His white shirt was the same. He let out a shaky sigh and glanced at Flycatcher, who was the one driving. He was swerving to avoid shambling corpses, but hadn't succeeded as he had already mowed down several.
On Flycatcher's lap was one half of his broom, which had been snapped in half earlier and used as a melee weapon. On Bigby's lap was Woody's axe, the same axe that had once been used to cut him open. Looking at Woody's axe caused a wave of guilt to wash over the Sherrif as he remembered all the Fables that had been left to their demise.
A tingling sensation rushed up his arm. He ignored it.
He glanced round the truck to see Snow sitting with an emtionless expression on her face and her arms folded. She was wearing her usual work clothes, a jacket, with a snow flake patterned shirt and skirt.
Work.
Bigby shuddered. Only a few hours ago he had been sitting in his office, smoking cigarettes and studying some old case files. It had been a quiet day. Like any other. But then everything turned to shit.
The dead started walking, and then they started eating the living, and what was left of them came back. Within a few hours, almost all of New York was overrun with undead Mundies. But he hadn't seen a undead Fable. Not one. That gave him a small sense of hope and relief.
Another pulse of pain rushed up his arm. He winced in pain and grimaced, clutching his wrist tightly.
Thinking about work made him think about how many packs of cigarettes he smoked a day. He started to crave one right now. A small part of him was itching to stuff his hand into his trouser pocket and pull out a packet of Huff and Puffs. But another part of him knew it was a bad idea. Not now, not here, not after...
His thoughts trailed off as his gaze returned to Snow. They were all that was left. Him and Snow. Oh, and Flycatcher. Couldn't miss Fly out. Hopefully they would find other Fables once they reached the outskirts of the city.
They were reaching the outer suburbs now, but the chaos outside was still going on. Mundies. Survivors were outside, waving their arms frantically, trying to get them to stop. They didn't. Flycatcher kept driving, avoiding abandoned cars that littered the road.
From what Bigby could tell, underneath Flycatcher's mattered, long dark brown fringe his eyes were clouded and welled up with tears. This had hit the ex-janitor hard. It pained him to ignore these Mundies, to leave them to die. This wasn't what Flycatcher was use to and Bigby was unsure if he would be able to adjust.
Don't stop for anything. Or anyone.
Those were the exact words Bigby had instructed Fly to do. And he had obeyed.
"Darn it" Fly muttered, breaking the defending silence that had lasted some time. Bigby stared out of the windscreen to see a bunch of cars up ahead, all trying to get out of the city.
"Take another route" Snow told him.
Fly did so. He turned off the main road and drove by some houses. "I hope this works" Fly murmured fearfully.
"We'll make it out of here. I know it" Snow insisted boldly.
Bigby's arm felt like it was on fire now. It was hard to ignore. Bigby turned towards Snow and managed to catch her eye. She gave him anxious look and he returned it.
"Snow..." He began, his eyes full of sorrow.
"Yes...." She replied, her eyes fixed on his.
He removed his blood covered hand from his wrist. A crimson red liquid trickled down his arm, the source was a large bite mark, where skin had almost been stripped from bone. "Am I going to die?"
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Post by Master Psychic on Sept 7, 2014 20:31:11 GMT
OH SHIT! BIGBY'S BITTEN! Since this is the beggining, I don't think Bigby is gonna die. Maybe Fables are immune to the walker bite.
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Post by Teacakes on Sept 7, 2014 22:13:11 GMT
No.
Snow's words echoed in Bigby's thoughts for what seemed like forever.
I won't let you die.
That was quite a bold statement, but Bigby knew she meant it with all her heart. He just hoped that was enough to keep him alive. He'd seen what happened to Mundies after they got bit. They turned into one of them. Would he end up with the same fate?
He'd have to wait and see.
After they have made it to the outskirts of New York, they stopped off at a gas station to pick up some fuel. Fly went to fill up the truck while Bigby and Snow waited.
"I don't know how long Mundies last before they..." Her voice trailed off. She closed her eyelids and held them tightly shut for a brief moment and then opened them once again "Before they become one of those things"
"I could be different to the Mundies. Maybe it won't affect me like it affects them. I am a Fable after all"
"Maybe. But that still doesn't rule out the fact that you could become one of them. But even if that's true, I don't believe it. We've lost so many people already, left so many behind. I'm not losing you too". There was fear in Snow's eyes.
Bigby's eyes softened "I'd never leave you, Snow"
He reached out to her with his non-bitten hand and she expected his embrace. She leaned her head against his chest and clung to his shirt, holding back sobs and tears, while Bigby wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her back soothingly "You'll get through this. We'll get though this" she told him strongly. "I'm sure of it"
They held that embrace for some time until the door to the drivers side opened and Flycatcher appeared by the truck "Are we okay to keep going?" He asked "I mean, if you want to stay here, and make sure Sheriff Bigby is okay, then that's fine to"
Snow pulled away from Bigby and moved a loose piece of curly black hair behind her ear "I think it would best if we stayed... For the night. We should also try to contact some Fables as well"
"There's a cafe and I think there's a payphone in there. We could probably stay there for the night"
Snow smiled weakly "Good find, Flycatcher" she said, edging towards the drivers side door and climbing out. Bigby remain where he was.
"Bigby, aren't you..." Snow's voice trailed off as her eyes fell upon the bite on his wrist.
"I think it would be best if I stay here. I'm a danger. I could end up hurting you two"
"You don't know that" Snow insisted.
Bigby paused "I want to stay in the truck."
"So that you can die out here alone?!" Snow exclaimed.
They were stunned into silence. Snow shook her head weakly and sighed "Alright, you stay in the truck. But if anything happens, if you feel ill or think something's wrong, come find us. We'll be in the cafe"
Bigby nodded. Snow turned towards Flycatcher "Go make sure there aren't any undead Mundies in there" she ordered.
Flycatcher didn't protest, instead he walked over to the cafe and left the two of them alone. Snow stared at Bigby sadly and pulled out a hand gun. "I got this from the Woodlands. It was taken off a Fable a while back... I think it was Prince Lawrence's"
"What are you saying? That I should just kill myself?!"
"Not, that's not what I'm saying. You need it to protect yourself from those things. But if it comes down to it then... I want you to have this as a last resort. Just take it, please? It'll make me feel better knowing that you are safe" she pleaded.
Bigby reached out to her and took the gun, gripping the handle tightly and holding it close to his chest. "Thanks, Snow"
"No problem. We have to look out for each other"
The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity "You stay safe" she told him.
"You too"
Snow leaned forwards and kissed Bigby on the cheek. It was a light peck, but experiencing that sudden affection from Snow made his heart flutter. "I'll see you in the morning". And with that she closed the door and made her way towards the cafe. Bigby watched her go, and then glanced down at the gun in his hand and then at his bloody wrist. He placed the gun on the seat beside him and proceeded to reach into his pocket and pull out a packet of Huff ad Puffs. He then put a joint in his mouth and held it with gritted teeth while he took out his lighter, flicked the switch and let the bright orange flame eliminate his face and the end of the cigarette.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it between his fingers while exhaling deeply, allowing smoke to pour out of his nose and mouth and circulate his head like a grey, musty hallow.
He just hoped this wouldn't be his last cigarette.
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