(we don't believe in) you and your wrecking crew
face/murdock, hannibal, b.a. (the a-team tv show!verse)
r, ~18,200 words
A week ago, everything was pretty much okay. Seven days ago, there were only mumbles or rumors of a new virus that arrived from seemingly nowhere. There were sirens. There was the Journalist in the Tweed Jacket. There was leaked information, there was disproved information and then… there was this.
blood. gore. some harsh language and scary imagery/situations.
notes:: when I saw this request over at
a_team_kink I nearly stopped breathing with joy because it was exactly everything I love: the a-team, zombies and apocalypses. I knew there was no possible way I could let this slip through my fingers so I did what some may see as a stupid thing and scooped this baby right up into my loving arms. I also knew that the chances of this being anything under 10,000+ words was inconceivable and that taking this prompt under my wing would mean pushing off to the side everything else I needed to get done. but, you know what? IT WAS WORTH IT. other things you should know before reading: this is focused on the tv show and not the movie. that's important to remember as you read this (although, if you really wanted to pretend, I won't have to know). this story isn't funny (because zombie apocalypses are serious business, gdi) although I did try to keep some of the light-heartedness of the show intact. bad things happen to good people. and, depending on your favorite characters and who you ship, you may or may not like the way this ends. whoever you are, anonymous, I hope this is what you wanted. (also: I read through this a couple times before posting and, as far as I could tell, I fixed all glaring grammar, etc. mistakes. I can't guarantee that I got all of them however. i'm sure that, upon going over it again and again like I tend to do after I post fic, i'll find and correct others).
( In the beginning, there were only sirens. )
face/murdock, hannibal, b.a. (the a-team tv show!verse)
r, ~18,200 words
A week ago, everything was pretty much okay. Seven days ago, there were only mumbles or rumors of a new virus that arrived from seemingly nowhere. There were sirens. There was the Journalist in the Tweed Jacket. There was leaked information, there was disproved information and then… there was this.
blood. gore. some harsh language and scary imagery/situations.
notes:: when I saw this request over at
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( In the beginning, there were only sirens. )