August 1 - Watch the Fall of Humanity
Author: 3am_moonlight aka mirrored_illusions
Title: Watch the Fall of Humanity
Summary: Buffy thinks about the past and her companion, while trying not to think about what's outside.
Crossover: The Walking Dead (TV) and Rimfrost - Trude Brænne Larssen
Characters: Buffy Summers, Rime Kvitrev (Whitefox)
Rating: Gen
Word count: 749
Challenge: The 2016 August Fic-a-Day Challenge on the Twisted Shorts comm on LJ.
Timeline: About a decade post-Chosen for BtVS, pre-series for TWD, and way post the books for Rimfrost.
Warnings: Abuse of canon, zombie related violence, major character deaths.
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al. TWD belongs to whoever holds the copyright. Rimfrost belongs to Trude Brænne Larssen. The idea for this story belongs to me, but nothing else.
It had been 26 days since the first report about the dead coming back to ‘life’ somehow, or rather since they got back up again and tried to eat any and all humans and animals they could get their teeth into. It was a small mercy that at least the animals didn’t turn.
It was 20 days since life as Buffy knew it had ended completely. The military had showed up and began randomly shooting people, whether they appeared to be sick or not, but just as suddenly as they had showed up they had disappeared. Not that Buffy or Rime cared about the armed forces, Buffy had memory flashes of the Initiative every time she saw them, but it would’ve been much better if they had come to protect them instead of trying to kill off what was left of humanity. But it didn’t matter anymore; they were gone and so were pretty much everyone else as well.
In the days and weeks that followed Buffy had thanked her lucky stars that she had been with Rime when it all began. The two of them had been friends for years when everything literally began shambling its way toward hell. And no, she would at no point get over the fact that Rime’s mother, Ulva, had been born in a small Norwegian village called Hell. It was just one of those things.
- vnvnv -
Buffy was grateful that her old friends from Sunnydale were dead, thankful that they didn’t live long enough to see the apocalypse actually happen, but at the same time she missed them terribly. The young and happy girl Willow had been before she got addicted to magic. Xander and his comic relief, even if he would put his foot in his mouth more often than not in the later years. Giles and all his old, dusty books. His need to remove his glasses and clean them whenever she or one of the others did something he just did not want to see.
Ironically Faith had lasted the longest, and like she had said she wanted to she had gone out in a blaze of glory. Buffy had received a box with some of her belongings, including the knife she had gotten from the Mayor. There had also been a letter in the box which explained what had happened and why Buffy had gotten the things she did. Even now she had no idea who had sent it or how they knew where she was staying at the time. Regardless, she was pleased to have gotten it and even more happy that Faith hadn’t been travelling alone as she’d thought.
Faith’s knife was currently strapped to her thigh, where she’d kept it since she realized that there were walkers out to kill people. It was her go-to weapon for close up kills.
- vnvnv -
At the moment Buffy and Rime were squatting in an abandoned furniture store in Atlanta, GA. Mainly because it had been free of walkers and the beds there were both amazingly comfortable and on the second floor so they were less visible to both the living and the dead. They had opted not to leave the city right away, but instead try and find as much food, medicine, and other essentials as possible before heading out into the countryside to try and find something more permanent. They were also searching for other survivors who they could team up with.
The two women complimented each other well; Buffy was the protector, the one who mainly fought both the hostile and/or desperate humans they came across and the walking dead who tried to eat them. Rime on the other hand was a healer, literally. She wasn’t a witch, but rather a part-human. Years ago Rime had told Buffy that her mother had been entirely human, but her father, Arolin, was one of what she called the ‘Mountain Nation’. They lived inside the Norwegian mountains and that was where Rime had been born and raised, but she had been young and curious, and wanted to see the world outside. It was this curiosity which had eventually led her to America centuries later.
Outside the building they heard a herd of walkers shambling by as someone clearly alive, at least for a little while longer, screamed in fear before it was abruptly cut off. Both women closed their eyes. Another life was lost to the living dead, someone else they were unable to save.
May I have a tag for "Rimfrost - Trude Brænne Larssen", please?
Title: Watch the Fall of Humanity
Summary: Buffy thinks about the past and her companion, while trying not to think about what's outside.
Crossover: The Walking Dead (TV) and Rimfrost - Trude Brænne Larssen
Characters: Buffy Summers, Rime Kvitrev (Whitefox)
Rating: Gen
Word count: 749
Challenge: The 2016 August Fic-a-Day Challenge on the Twisted Shorts comm on LJ.
Timeline: About a decade post-Chosen for BtVS, pre-series for TWD, and way post the books for Rimfrost.
Warnings: Abuse of canon, zombie related violence, major character deaths.
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al. TWD belongs to whoever holds the copyright. Rimfrost belongs to Trude Brænne Larssen. The idea for this story belongs to me, but nothing else.
It had been 26 days since the first report about the dead coming back to ‘life’ somehow, or rather since they got back up again and tried to eat any and all humans and animals they could get their teeth into. It was a small mercy that at least the animals didn’t turn.
It was 20 days since life as Buffy knew it had ended completely. The military had showed up and began randomly shooting people, whether they appeared to be sick or not, but just as suddenly as they had showed up they had disappeared. Not that Buffy or Rime cared about the armed forces, Buffy had memory flashes of the Initiative every time she saw them, but it would’ve been much better if they had come to protect them instead of trying to kill off what was left of humanity. But it didn’t matter anymore; they were gone and so were pretty much everyone else as well.
In the days and weeks that followed Buffy had thanked her lucky stars that she had been with Rime when it all began. The two of them had been friends for years when everything literally began shambling its way toward hell. And no, she would at no point get over the fact that Rime’s mother, Ulva, had been born in a small Norwegian village called Hell. It was just one of those things.
- vnvnv -
Buffy was grateful that her old friends from Sunnydale were dead, thankful that they didn’t live long enough to see the apocalypse actually happen, but at the same time she missed them terribly. The young and happy girl Willow had been before she got addicted to magic. Xander and his comic relief, even if he would put his foot in his mouth more often than not in the later years. Giles and all his old, dusty books. His need to remove his glasses and clean them whenever she or one of the others did something he just did not want to see.
Ironically Faith had lasted the longest, and like she had said she wanted to she had gone out in a blaze of glory. Buffy had received a box with some of her belongings, including the knife she had gotten from the Mayor. There had also been a letter in the box which explained what had happened and why Buffy had gotten the things she did. Even now she had no idea who had sent it or how they knew where she was staying at the time. Regardless, she was pleased to have gotten it and even more happy that Faith hadn’t been travelling alone as she’d thought.
Faith’s knife was currently strapped to her thigh, where she’d kept it since she realized that there were walkers out to kill people. It was her go-to weapon for close up kills.
- vnvnv -
At the moment Buffy and Rime were squatting in an abandoned furniture store in Atlanta, GA. Mainly because it had been free of walkers and the beds there were both amazingly comfortable and on the second floor so they were less visible to both the living and the dead. They had opted not to leave the city right away, but instead try and find as much food, medicine, and other essentials as possible before heading out into the countryside to try and find something more permanent. They were also searching for other survivors who they could team up with.
The two women complimented each other well; Buffy was the protector, the one who mainly fought both the hostile and/or desperate humans they came across and the walking dead who tried to eat them. Rime on the other hand was a healer, literally. She wasn’t a witch, but rather a part-human. Years ago Rime had told Buffy that her mother had been entirely human, but her father, Arolin, was one of what she called the ‘Mountain Nation’. They lived inside the Norwegian mountains and that was where Rime had been born and raised, but she had been young and curious, and wanted to see the world outside. It was this curiosity which had eventually led her to America centuries later.
Outside the building they heard a herd of walkers shambling by as someone clearly alive, at least for a little while longer, screamed in fear before it was abruptly cut off. Both women closed their eyes. Another life was lost to the living dead, someone else they were unable to save.
May I have a tag for "Rimfrost - Trude Brænne Larssen", please?