Abby was about to step in front of her friends when she found 'Via stepping in front of her.  "You leave her alone.  We're not selling anything, we're not buying anything, we're not giving anything.  We're just passing through. That's it ( Read more... )

“So all the people who have come through here,” Abby swallowed.  She was feeling very parched again, as if the ghost mall had taken longer to get out of and taken more out of her than she’d guessed or anticipated.  “All of those people, and only three of them were us.  Where did the rest of us go ( Read more... )

The ghosts led them past the cracked and melted remains of a Ground Round and a nail salon to a door that, in a normal world, might to go the outside.  To a parking lot. Abby stared at the doors - smoked overs and opaque - and reached for one of the handles ( Read more... )

They turned around.  Abby forced herself to look at the bodies in front of her ( Read more... )

Abby took a step backwards, and another, until 'Via caught her. "Easy," 'Via murmured in her ear.  "It's okay ( Read more... )

Author's note: Guys, this one gets a little dark, even for this setting. If you want to skip it, let me know and I'll DM/email you a summary.  Content warning is for description of formerly-alive people showing their methods of death.

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‘Via’s stuff turned out to be in a record shop a few rooms down.  She had her own nest there, but it looked more like a hovel or a hut than a comfortable place to stay.  She muttered something that sounded almost like an apology, but Abby really wasn’t listening. She had caught sight of the people on one of the record sleeves.  ‘Via was right. She ( Read more... )

None of them were quick enough for the way the abandoned Liv moved.  She dove at Abby, a glint of metal in her right hand and murder shining out of her eyes, tackling Abby to the ground.  Abby grabbed her arm just in time, holding the metal thing - a box cutter, what a shitty way to die - away from her chest by only an inch ( Read more... )

"You know," the voice came from under the blankets where Liv - where Abby's Liv - had been sleeping.  "I could say 'you can't be that bitchy, you're me.  But you're all about how we're all different, isn't that what you were saying?  So hey, you're different, you're smart, go you. Problem is, this Liv isn't stupid either.  So what's the problem ( Read more... )

Abby stared at Liv.  She could hear the other two stirring.  She flinched, despite herself; she couldn’t play nasty with one Liv and expect the other two not to take it personally - since it was personal, wasn’t it ( Read more... )