Apocalypse

A Gallavich FanFiction

Since leaving Mickey, it was like Ian's world had come to an end

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Ian was a zombie. A walking shell of his former self. It made him the perfect soldier – more than ready to follow orders; to let someone else do the thinking for him.

Ian had stopped thinking the second he got on that bus. He had been dying more and more inside ever since Mickey had said 'I do'. The life left in Ian wasn't worth the acknowledgement.

He was surviving on automatic; years of ROTC being the only thing to course through his veins.

He didn't make friends – once they were shipped out it wouldn't matter if Ian cared or not: they were all dead men.

So the closer the war zone loomed, the more Ian reached for it. It was his safe haven; his escape. You can't kill the zombie undead.

And every morning, uniform exemplary, Ian would look in the mirror and be surprised not to see a hole where his heart used to be.