[True Blood] [Eric] Things That Are Lost
Title: Things That Are Lost.
Prompt: apocalypse
Bonus? No
Word Count: 210
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: True Blood
Pairings (if any) None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): N/A, no spoilers.
Summary: Nuclear missiles, meteorites, pure and undiluted human stupidity.
As old as Eric is, he's thought about the ways the world could end. Nuclear missiles, meteorites, pure and undiluted human stupidity.
He hadn't expected zombies. He hadn't expected the truly dead to rise, shambling and stinking and out for brains, any brains at all - human, vampire, shifter, wolf, it didn't matter. They'd take out anything that crossed their path.
Shreveport hadn't stood a chance. Bon Temps had even less of one. He tries not to think about Sookie's grandmother, rotting and groaning and he tries not to think about Sookie's screams. Pam being safe was little comfort, after everything. Her constant complaining about the measures they'd had to take to stay safe was less comforting, but after so long he'd learned to ignore her.
The humans call it the apocalypse, the end of the world. The fanatics talk about God's shame, God's anger. The brave fight the zombies with machetes and fires and if, occasionally, they get something that's dead but not that dead, nobody says a thing.
As old as Eric is, he's never quite thought he truly didn't want to live in the world anymore.
Prompt: apocalypse
Bonus? No
Word Count: 210
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: True Blood
Pairings (if any) None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): N/A, no spoilers.
Summary: Nuclear missiles, meteorites, pure and undiluted human stupidity.
As old as Eric is, he's thought about the ways the world could end. Nuclear missiles, meteorites, pure and undiluted human stupidity.
He hadn't expected zombies. He hadn't expected the truly dead to rise, shambling and stinking and out for brains, any brains at all - human, vampire, shifter, wolf, it didn't matter. They'd take out anything that crossed their path.
Shreveport hadn't stood a chance. Bon Temps had even less of one. He tries not to think about Sookie's grandmother, rotting and groaning and he tries not to think about Sookie's screams. Pam being safe was little comfort, after everything. Her constant complaining about the measures they'd had to take to stay safe was less comforting, but after so long he'd learned to ignore her.
The humans call it the apocalypse, the end of the world. The fanatics talk about God's shame, God's anger. The brave fight the zombies with machetes and fires and if, occasionally, they get something that's dead but not that dead, nobody says a thing.
As old as Eric is, he's never quite thought he truly didn't want to live in the world anymore.