RudyGasparrini

I got used to death before, after my grandmother, my uncle Peter, and a few of my parents' high school friends. I thought I'd be able to get used to it out here too, but I guess things are different when you're the one causing the death and when you have no one to help you get over it.

I wish I could do things right. For myself, for the people around me, the people I love. It never works out that way though. I do stupid shit and it has consequences, I know it does but I keep doing it. It's like my body will do anything to survive but my mind wants the exact opposite. 

This is not a story about love. It is not a story about heartbreak but my life revolves around that. After what I did to him it's all it can revolve around. I deserve death. He deserved to take me with him, but he didn't. Unfortunately I'm still here.



---A spin-off to the After Death series. This story focuses on a new group of survivors, including an apocalypse-orphaned 17 year old boy from Ohio named Valentine Evans, as they struggle to make a life for themselves. 

Warning: This story contains adult content and is intended only for mature audiences

FEAR WHAt I'LL BECOME AFtER DEAtH

"This whole group is a fucking joke."

"No, Riley, you know I'm right. We were doing better on our own; I should have never fuckin' listened to you." Riley sighed, trying to maintain her composure as her father's anger escalated. "Dad, are you high?"

Her question hung in the air, filled with concern and a hint of desperation. She had seen her father's temper flare before, especially when he wasn't sober, and now felt like one of those times.

"No, Dad, I'm not because I've been trying to get clean for you." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, hoping that her words would somehow penetrate his clouded mind. The tension in the room grew thicker as they both stood there, locked in a battle of emotions and past mistakes.

"Since being on fucking drugs killed my sister, and you don't give a shit about that!"

"She wasn't really your sister, Ry." The words hit Riley like a punch to the gut. How could her own father say something so heartless? Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to hold back her emotions. The room fell silent."

"And you're not really my father. You fucking made me this way; no parent would do that to their kid; you did this to me."

"Stop crying; you're gonna make all your new friends think you're a goddamn baby."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Maverick interrupted.

"The end is coming, Riley; I don't give a shit anymore."

"They're all coming, and you can't run from them. You remember when we tried? We're all gonna end up just like Jamie."

"I gave everyone what we fucking needed, Ry. A new beginning. It has to start with an end."

Abby whispered, "Arwen, do you hear that?"

Chapter 7 (To Start With An End)