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Just Like Last Tuesday, Except With Zombies by angel_dawes, rated PG-13
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rebelliousrose and I am a Gleek. I've beeen waiting a long time to rec this fandom, so of course by the time it got around to me, I was incredibly busy. I'll try to catch up, and I am leading off with a bang.
Fandom: GLEE
Pairing: Will/Emma, Brittany/Santana, Finn/Quinn, Tina/Artie, and pretty much every other character one way or another.
Length: Ten chapters on FF.net, but each one is a self-contained gem.
Author on LJ: angel_dawes is not on LJ, but posts on FF.net
Author Website: Go here for more.
Why this must be read: This fic is approaching near brilliance; it was the first in the subgenre of Glee/zombie fic, which somehow works. angel_dawes manages to slide in references to BSG, the entire Whedonverse, Dr. Who and more Glee meta than you can shake a stick at- and it's FUNNY. And then touching, and then funny again.
1. Time For School
If someone had asked Will Schuester what his idea of the End of the World was, back when he was still living with Terri, he would have said losing her. That was the kind of man that he was. Sure, Terri could be selfish and she lived in a world where she thought she was the queen, but he loved her. He always had. So when he wakes up one morning in his office and sees her silhouetted figure staring down at him, he's admittedly filled with a sense of relief and of peace before he remembers. Before it all comes flooding back and he feels the all-too familiar stabbing pain in his gut. She betrayed him. She made him believe that there was going to be a baby on the way, and then she ripped that hope away from him. There is no recovering from that. There's no forgiveness strong enough to overcome that horrible ache that he feels every time he realizes that he isn't going to have a daughter, after all.
He sits up quickly, hoping to catch her off guard, hoping to scare her just as badly as he is terrified of his lack of a future, but then she does something entirely unexpected. She lunges at him, teeth bared and eyes red, dripping blood down her face.
And oh, God, her face. Blood-covered, pallid, gaping wounds and bits of flesh between her teeth. Bits of human being.
If someone asked Will Schuester what his idea of the End of the World was after that day, he would probably say something about being attacked by his zombified wife.
Just Like Last Tuesday, Except With Zombies
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Fandom: GLEE
Pairing: Will/Emma, Brittany/Santana, Finn/Quinn, Tina/Artie, and pretty much every other character one way or another.
Length: Ten chapters on FF.net, but each one is a self-contained gem.
Author on LJ: angel_dawes is not on LJ, but posts on FF.net
Author Website: Go here for more.
Why this must be read: This fic is approaching near brilliance; it was the first in the subgenre of Glee/zombie fic, which somehow works. angel_dawes manages to slide in references to BSG, the entire Whedonverse, Dr. Who and more Glee meta than you can shake a stick at- and it's FUNNY. And then touching, and then funny again.
1. Time For School
If someone had asked Will Schuester what his idea of the End of the World was, back when he was still living with Terri, he would have said losing her. That was the kind of man that he was. Sure, Terri could be selfish and she lived in a world where she thought she was the queen, but he loved her. He always had. So when he wakes up one morning in his office and sees her silhouetted figure staring down at him, he's admittedly filled with a sense of relief and of peace before he remembers. Before it all comes flooding back and he feels the all-too familiar stabbing pain in his gut. She betrayed him. She made him believe that there was going to be a baby on the way, and then she ripped that hope away from him. There is no recovering from that. There's no forgiveness strong enough to overcome that horrible ache that he feels every time he realizes that he isn't going to have a daughter, after all.
He sits up quickly, hoping to catch her off guard, hoping to scare her just as badly as he is terrified of his lack of a future, but then she does something entirely unexpected. She lunges at him, teeth bared and eyes red, dripping blood down her face.
And oh, God, her face. Blood-covered, pallid, gaping wounds and bits of flesh between her teeth. Bits of human being.
If someone asked Will Schuester what his idea of the End of the World was after that day, he would probably say something about being attacked by his zombified wife.
Just Like Last Tuesday, Except With Zombies
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