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Rampant Disease by triedunture (R)
Fandom: HOUSE MD
Pairing: House/Wilson (eventually)
Length: 7 chapters plus epilogue; I'm guessing 35,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
triedunture
Author Website: Fics by tag on LJ
Why this must be read:
A confession. Up until ten minutes ago, I thought this fic was named "Zombie fic!" Which explains the phrasing of my rec:
With a name like that, it has to be crack, right? Except it isn't. Taut, suspenseful, fantastic characterization, great use of characters and setting, and not one thing gratuitous. The emphasis is on mystery and suspense, so if you like those, you should read this, whether you're a fan of zombies or not.
Wilson was about to open his cell and try House again, but his loafer slipped suddenly on the slick floor. He looked down, lifting his shoe to examine the offending substance. There was a dark red smear on the tile.
“Blood?” Wilson frowned, putting his phone back in his coat pocket. “No one bothered to clean it up?”
He glanced around the empty corridors. What was going on?
A moan emanated from exam room three. It was deep and guttural, the sound of someone in immense pain.
“I swear, if House just left someone in there and went home…” Wilson muttered to himself. Because of the heat, he shed his coat and left it on a waiting room chair before he walked over to the exam room. He was already formulating an elaborate apology in his mind when he opened the door.
The moan turned into a horrible screech, and a dark shape lunged towards the doorway. Wilson yelped and tumbled backwards to fall on the floor, hard. He winced as pain shot through his ankle. In the back of his mind, he diagnosed a bad sprain.
In the front of his mind, he was busy staring at the creature lurching towards him.
Rampant Disease (scroll down for Chapter One)
Pairing: House/Wilson (eventually)
Length: 7 chapters plus epilogue; I'm guessing 35,000 words
Author on LJ:
trieduntureAuthor Website: Fics by tag on LJ
Why this must be read:
A confession. Up until ten minutes ago, I thought this fic was named "Zombie fic!" Which explains the phrasing of my rec:
With a name like that, it has to be crack, right? Except it isn't. Taut, suspenseful, fantastic characterization, great use of characters and setting, and not one thing gratuitous. The emphasis is on mystery and suspense, so if you like those, you should read this, whether you're a fan of zombies or not.
Wilson was about to open his cell and try House again, but his loafer slipped suddenly on the slick floor. He looked down, lifting his shoe to examine the offending substance. There was a dark red smear on the tile.
“Blood?” Wilson frowned, putting his phone back in his coat pocket. “No one bothered to clean it up?”
He glanced around the empty corridors. What was going on?
A moan emanated from exam room three. It was deep and guttural, the sound of someone in immense pain.
“I swear, if House just left someone in there and went home…” Wilson muttered to himself. Because of the heat, he shed his coat and left it on a waiting room chair before he walked over to the exam room. He was already formulating an elaborate apology in his mind when he opened the door.
The moan turned into a horrible screech, and a dark shape lunged towards the doorway. Wilson yelped and tumbled backwards to fall on the floor, hard. He winced as pain shot through his ankle. In the back of his mind, he diagnosed a bad sprain.
In the front of his mind, he was busy staring at the creature lurching towards him.
Rampant Disease (scroll down for Chapter One)
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