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spin_kick_snap) wrote2018-09-27 12:58 am
spin_kick_snap) wrote2018-09-27 12:58 am
The Mount, Ex-Los Angeles
The last time anyone from Fandom had been in Kathy's LA, the heroes had been living inside the walls that surrounded Paramount Studios, with the exes and the South Seventeens laying claim to everything else. Since then, they'd expanded; the Big Wall pushing the borders out almost a mile in all four directions. In some spots, it was hard to tell that there had ever been a zombocalypse; the streets were clean, the buildings repaired, the blood all scrubbed away. There was a proper school, lots of farms and gardens, several churches, and even a small library. The studio was still the heart of the community, but people had started to spread out and settle. It was still a tight fit, several thousand people into one square mile, but honestly not much worse than Los Angeles used to be, back before the world died and reanimated again.
Life had fallen back into a rhythm again. People got up, got ready for the day. Kids were sent off to school, adults took themselves to various jobs, though there were fewer sales people, baristas, and aspiring actors and a lot more guards, scavengers, and farmers these days. There was a brewery down on Larchmont and a still over on Monroe. Burns Park let people enjoy a bit of nature where the kids could run around and burn off steam and a Gold's Gym practically against the Big Wall. That was where the Unbreakables spent most of their free time, with curious gawkers watching them put more and more weight onto the machines.
It was a bustling little community of survivors, as safe as a place could be, surrounded on all sides by millions of undead waiting to find a way inside to devour them all.
[For them that are there! NFB, andplease wait for the OCD is up! Previous entry Next Entry]
Life had fallen back into a rhythm again. People got up, got ready for the day. Kids were sent off to school, adults took themselves to various jobs, though there were fewer sales people, baristas, and aspiring actors and a lot more guards, scavengers, and farmers these days. There was a brewery down on Larchmont and a still over on Monroe. Burns Park let people enjoy a bit of nature where the kids could run around and burn off steam and a Gold's Gym practically against the Big Wall. That was where the Unbreakables spent most of their free time, with curious gawkers watching them put more and more weight onto the machines.
It was a bustling little community of survivors, as safe as a place could be, surrounded on all sides by millions of undead waiting to find a way inside to devour them all.
[For them that are there! NFB, and
Re: Thursday
Nowhere to go but up now. Time to face the music.
Re: Thursday
He wasn't wrong. Straining up through the remains of an old apartment building, its branches bedecked in leaves of yellow and orange and red as they burst through rotting walls and broken windows, was a huge oak tree, healthy and vital and alive.
Re: Thursday
But curiosity got the better of him, and he turned around, searched the city for the building he knew had been Kathy's.
Max hadn't been lying.
He touched the tin still reseting easily in his pocket, mostly to make sure that it was still there. His worries settld, he allowed himself a brief smile for what the monument would mean to Kathy - and for its proof of some fundamental spark of decency that, even here, hadn't quite gone out of the world.
(Fuck, he loved humans.)