White Line
art by marskels
inspired by the fic White Line
written by Scone and Regan
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The stranger must've brought backup, another tall kid who barely missed a pretty sweet two-handed swing with a shovel (damn that was a cool weapon idea, ideal for zombies probably) as Disarray ducked and the first stranger shoved past him to advance towards the door. Kevin whipped out the last weapon he had — saber hanging, always faithful, on his belt — and extended it with a flicked wrist, sending it in a downward cut towards the stranger's neck before the kid just caught it in his hand like a massive cheat. "Hey!"
- excerpt from White Line
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