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

Kingsley walked in front of me, occasionally looking back to see if I was still following her. We walked on the sidewalk, practically hugging the buildings, Kingsley was overly aware of her surroundings, checking every second to make sure no one was watching us.


"How'd you lose your kid?" She asked trying to catch her breath as we climbed over debris blocking the street.


"Wow, you must have really fucked up, huh?"


"Why are you looking for her if she's with your wife?"


"I want a second chance. If I do find her I wanna be a better father to her than I was. I get why Jennie took her but I never got a chance to say goodbye. She's probably about six now, she might not even remember me."


"What'd you do that made you such a terrible dad?"


"I was ignorant thinking that an island was all we needed to keep us safe from the dead."


"What will you do if you don't find her? If she's in the city she's dead and probably has been for a long time."


"I'm an optimist, Kingsley," I smiled. "I think she's out there, somewhere. I wanna believe that she is. Maybe she was able to pick up some badass-ness like you did."


Kingsley slowed down to walk besides me, he facial expression changed, "You're not gonna find her." I kept my smile plastered on my face through the pain.


"No, I found you and I guarantee I'm stronger than your dead kid."


Chapter 6 (Fatherly)