Hello all! Though I am not new to fanfiction, I am new to the Star Wars universe. At least when it comes to fanfiction. After seeing The Force Awakens (honestly, how awesome was it?!), my love for Star Wars has been rekindled, specifically the prequels (I've been watching them non-stop. Don't judge me.) This story was inspired by a gifset I saw on Tumblr and I just had to write it. This is just the prologue. Chapter 1 will be coming shortly. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. If I did, Padmé and Anakin would've lived happily ever after lol.
The gravel crunches under their feet, echoing across the vast fields of the Amish countryside. The sun has begun to dip below the horizon; it's the first time they'd seen the sun in days. However, the sun isn't the only thing they've been missing lately.
It has been 458 days since they've had a proper meal, 352 days since they've slept in their own beds, and 212 days since they've had any contact with the few living acquaintances they know on this desolate planet.
The day the flu epidemic attacked the human race, it wiped out 75% of the population, only to have the corpses of the victims reanimate and obliterate most of the survivors.
Anakin and Obi Wan were just a few of the survivors.
Every so often, through their travels, they would meet small groups of survivors, waiting out the apocalypse until help comes. But Anakin and Obi Wan knew better. They knew help was never coming.
So as they walk along this dry, desolate road, flanked by two open fields with no end in sight, their only goal at this point is to survive.
If you are a new reader of mine, I hope you stick around to see what's in store. If you are an avid fan of mine and are going on this new journey with me, we are in for one hell of a ride. Please leave a review. I greatly appreciate them! :)