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I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly

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kyrieanne:

belovedcreation:

anne of green gables + zombie apocalypse(because kyrieanne and youknowwhatheaven were discussing it on my dash)

“I always thought the world was so beautiful, Anne,” Diana wept, wiping away a tear.
Anne Shirley tightened her grip on the shotgun and kept it focused on the line of undead creatures working their way towards Green Gables. She couldn’t resist letting out a huff of annoyance. “The world is beautiful, Diana dear. But we have to fight to preserve that beauty. We must continue fighting and working and striving toward the day when that beauty can flourish again. It is our job to defeat this ugliness so that our children and our grandchildren will be able to live in safety.”
Diana nodded shakily and stepped forward next to Anne. She was still crying, but her hands were surprisingly steady as she took aim.
The two women took out the half-dozen zombies in mere minutes. Months of practice had made them skilled, but also broken Diana’s spirit. Anne wished that Fred had survived; perhaps he would have been able to boost her morale in a way Anne understood a bosom friend could never do. Diana and Anne left the protection of Green Gables to drag the bodies into the designated pit and perhaps milk the cow. It was almost dinner time, after all.
They had just picked up the fifth corpse when Anne heard a horrifying moan right behind her. Diana screamed and dropped the body. Anne whipped around and reached into her apron for a butcher knife. Before she could take action, two shots sounded and the creature fell.
“I always tell you girls to bring a lookout when you dispose of the bodies,” Rachel Lynde frowned, wiping a sheen of sweat off of her forehead. “Next time you might not be so lucky.”
“Thank you, Rachel,” Anne smiled. She and Diana knelt in tandem to retrieve the body they had dropped. “Would you mind?”
“Of course not,” Rachel replied, already scanning the horizon. “I’d rather do that than touch the disgusting things.” Rachel sniffed and hefted her shotgun on her shoulder. “Products of bad hygiene and strychnine in the well.”

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kyrieanne:

belovedcreation:

anne of green gables + zombie apocalypse
(because kyrieanne and youknowwhatheaven were discussing it on my dash)

“I always thought the world was so beautiful, Anne,” Diana wept, wiping away a tear.

Anne Shirley tightened her grip on the shotgun and kept it focused on the line of undead creatures working their way towards Green Gables. She couldn’t resist letting out a huff of annoyance. “The world is beautiful, Diana dear. But we have to fight to preserve that beauty. We must continue fighting and working and striving toward the day when that beauty can flourish again. It is our job to defeat this ugliness so that our children and our grandchildren will be able to live in safety.”

Diana nodded shakily and stepped forward next to Anne. She was still crying, but her hands were surprisingly steady as she took aim.

The two women took out the half-dozen zombies in mere minutes. Months of practice had made them skilled, but also broken Diana’s spirit. Anne wished that Fred had survived; perhaps he would have been able to boost her morale in a way Anne understood a bosom friend could never do. Diana and Anne left the protection of Green Gables to drag the bodies into the designated pit and perhaps milk the cow. It was almost dinner time, after all.

They had just picked up the fifth corpse when Anne heard a horrifying moan right behind her. Diana screamed and dropped the body. Anne whipped around and reached into her apron for a butcher knife. Before she could take action, two shots sounded and the creature fell.

“I always tell you girls to bring a lookout when you dispose of the bodies,” Rachel Lynde frowned, wiping a sheen of sweat off of her forehead. “Next time you might not be so lucky.”

“Thank you, Rachel,” Anne smiled. She and Diana knelt in tandem to retrieve the body they had dropped. “Would you mind?”

“Of course not,” Rachel replied, already scanning the horizon. “I’d rather do that than touch the disgusting things.” Rachel sniffed and hefted her shotgun on her shoulder. “Products of bad hygiene and strychnine in the well.”

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OMG! Like I don’t even have words at this perfection! 

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