[AN: I feel like for how long it took for this one to come out I should've made it longer but no dice, I want to keep it manageable with what time I can get for myself.]

[Now that I have the time to write this 'AN' I just want to say thank you to everyone reading this. This is planned to be a slow burn story and I'm still in the very beginning, hopefully I don't lose my mind before getting to the places I'm more in writing.]

[Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Loud House' or anything really, if I did I'd be bathing in a pool of money and bragging about it]

Posted 10/21/19

-Chapter 4-

We return to see Lincoln field stripping his pistol and checking the parts. As soon as he is finished inspecting his weapon, with lightning fast precision that has been rehearsed a million times, Lincoln reassembles his gun and cocks it.

His gun is a modified desert eagle with a chrome silver slide, a black frame and a brown or wooden grip with holes drilled into it. For modifications, his gun has a black compensator and an extended magazine clip, if we're being honest, it looks inelegant with the nicks and stains but damned if it didn't do the job and really, Lincoln just loves it, it's so powerful. Last year he and Lucy were raiding an abandoned outpost and found a locked box then he just pried it open with his bare hands and there it was, Lincoln just fell in love and has taken care of it since.

He checks on his clip (empty) then rifles through his bag and pulls out the correct ammunition and a pack of smokes. He takes out a cigarette, puts it between his lips and puts the carton back in the bag as he loads the bullets into his magazine and slides it into his gun.

Lincoln moves over to the 'window' and leans his head towards it, he squeezes his right thumb and index finger around his cigarette as a burning white light ignites his smoke and he takes a long drag. Lincoln faces the window and blows out his ash and tar breath out into the air and just gazes outside, 'Nothing', he sees nothing out there.

Lincoln turns back to the audience as his eyes widen a bit.

"Oh, you guys are still here huh, well I guess I already went through most of the important stuff just now. Let's see, let's see, uhhh, oh!

So you remember those martial arts lessons I was taking back before all of this went down, yeah funny story, turns out when you meet feral monsters and people twice your size with like three times your muscle mass, there is only so much a fourteen year old can do at the time.

That first week I got wrecked, got my ass handed to me on the regular and the worst of it, I feel like I was always being handed an EX Machina when me and Luce got out of those jams. Don't get me wrong, after getting my shit pushed in for like 9 days straight, I stopped relying on my fists figured we needed to play it smart from then on and anyone who fucked with us learned the hard way NOT TO.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, see me and Lucy weren't the badass monster hunting mutants you know now.

When we escaped that blob monster the first time we moved on to a different city in Seattle and saw a lot of what I saw back at the expo, bunch of people dead and mutated creatures springing up out of nowhere and sometimes it got freaky. Mutagens mutate people, who'd of thunk it," He said rolling his eyes.

"The first group of 'people' we encountered were almost skeletal, mostly skin and bones, not to mention feral as FUCK, I mean they looked like they should have been stalking graveyards and old churches and thus they were rightfully named ghouls. There were plenty of them in the beginning, in most of the cities surrounding Seattle at the time and a few of the following states, they're pretty rare now, almost a rumor at this point.

Next were the giant, muscly behemoths that looked like they belonged in WOW or in the pages of… name a book by Tolkien. Most of them could speak but from the way they talked you'd understand their oversized muscles compensated for a lack of grey matter.

Other than that, there's a large diversity between mutants, some might look animalistic, some can be a lot bigger or smaller than normal humans, some just might look like the protag of some dumb anime, while others may not have any abnormal growths or physical deformities at all, some of us 'normal' looking ones get altered pigmentation or skin, eyes and hair color if you skipped biology.

There is one more thing that separates a few of us. Not many of us have glowing eyes, me and Luce are a rare breed or so I like to think. Sometimes I think it's from that pulse or wave or whatever from that bomb but that doesn't explain why everyone doesn't have glowing eyes.

As far as I can tell military and 'dupes' say there are 3 kinds of mutants but honestly I don't care enough to learn how they 'classify' us but everyone outside the walls seem to care. The most common types of mutants are ones with physical enhancements and or bodily changes. Next are the ones like Lucy here, the ones that can do things with their minds or just powers that don't have anything to do with the physical body. And last are the ones with the name I can't remember, anyway the dupes say these people are vessels for a single type of matter and can control that or become it just like Salem and her shadows, what were they called, uh containers, no, channelers, nu uh… condu- Conduits! That's it.

A lot's happened over the years, it kind of starts blending together, let's see if I can blaze through this."

He takes a long drag, almost done with his cancer stick he blows the ash out through the window again and puts out the light with the palm of his hand.

"Alright, about a week into this mess flaming helicopters were falling out of the sky, riots were a regular thing and giant sewer rats, ghouls and… ugh 'anarchists' started attacking people along with a whole menagerie of mutated wildlife and other misshaped monstrosities, so they send the army to try and get this under control but up starters and anarchists with the power to chuck flaming rocks and crap start a full on civil war and actually push back the soldiers, or enough to rattle some cages cause then it turned into an extermination, real nasty.

All I know is everything was fucked after that, everything started changing, animals were getting bigger and more dangerous, even the plants were starting to attack, hang on I got a couple of stories about that, more people start showing up to fight off the soldiers and the soldiers were calling for reinforcements but all they got was static, I'm not sure how or why but most forms of communication won't carry over past this dead-zone, that's what we call it her in the walls.

So while all that's going down, I'm just trying to get me and Luce away from it all, a month later we make it out of Washington and start traveling south. Eventually we make it to California and that's when we found out that the good old US of A erected a wall, can you believe it, I saw it out in the distance and at night if you can climb high enough you can see a pale blue lining, that's the wall.

From what little I could get from the boys stationed in the dead-zone, that bomb spread it's mutagens almost everywhere via carried by the wind into a lot of other states and the same thing was happening in a lot of places, bunch of outposts and detention centers sprang up after that, but when things weren't calming down and coms were still out, the people running this 'great country of ours' decide to keep it contained and wait until everything settles down before they actually do something, yep they locked in their own guys without anyway for word to get back to them in a cage with a bunch of nuts, some with powers that make anti-tank artillery look like goddamn toys, it's insane.

But as much shit that's been going down here, it wasn't all bad, things are better, well sort of, depends where you go these days, lots of city's are abandoned or destroyed and stand as war-zones, a few towns and settlements here and there. We still got cars and electricity so that's neat but no tv and no conventional means of communication other than local radio towers so that sucks.

We met a lot of colorful people here, like Captain Rogers, real courageous man, kind of a tool but he got me and Luce out of Washington so I guess I kind of owe him, hope he's okay. Then that bitch Augustine, fucking military lapdog, she's some kind of geomancer and really got under my skin but she made a mistake coming after us, we sent her packing with her tail between her legs. She's not even the worst, there was that hellfire cl-…

Never mind." Lincoln takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and tries to remember some of the better times.

X

At age 15 and 12, Lincoln and Lucy in winter clothing try make their way through a forest in Oregon as they come across a big tree with a humanoid face on it. They make conversation with it as Lucy names it Yggdrasil, they leave with an abundance of fruits and smiles on their faces knowing even in this crazy world kindness was not limited to people but also nature itself.

They meet drifters and bikers who teach them about the greatest life fulfilling pleasure of riding a motorcycle, they part ways as Lincoln and Lucy find their own abandoned bike.

They two start seeing the only sustainable way to get anything seems to be dealing with the army, they learn the army is cutoff from the outside and begin drafting able bodies to keep order going by militia from then on, some even took in mutants, Lincoln and Lucy were rejected for age at the time but eventually the age requirement would be a non-factor in later years.

The duo encounter settlements, some were good to them, some hated mutants and shot on sight, in one of the better ones they met Smitty, a foreman of the militia in charge of a work camp that included constructing outposts, farming and expanding the settlement, he put the two to work, it was bitter and no one spared them any sympathy but they were well fed and slept in warm beds until they decided to move on.

Lucy, being extra sensitive to the feelings of others encounters a puppy and talks Lincoln into taking him in, he names the pup 'Trashcan', a place he would hide whenever he got spooked.

~X~

At age 17 and 14, Lincoln looks worse for wear as his face is nearly beaten to a pulp and Lucy along with a group of kids attempt to clean him while trying to keep their lunches down as they make an effort to ignore his entrails leaking from the massive gaping holes in his abdomen and torso then he blacks out.

Lincoln wakes up underground and climbs out of a hole to see that it was a recently dug up as a tear stricken Lucy looks up with her red puffy eyes and quivering form.

After he stands from his 'grave' Lucy rushes to him and hugs him for dear life pleading for it not to be a dream and Lincoln tells her that he's not allowed to die, not until they get back home.

Lincoln's 'resurrection' comes with new powers as he feels every part of himself getting stronger.

~X~

At age 18 and 15, in Arizona Lincoln comforts Lucy after a horrible dream, one she hasn't had in over a year, he holds her and tells her that he's here and isn't going anywhere. They don't speak to one another for the rest of the day.

He's been noticing Lucy starting to fill out her clothes and occasionally he sneaks a glance at her, sometimes she calls him out on it and he looks away.

They meet another talking tree with a human like face but it attacks them, attempts to kill the two like it had many others as evident by the mass graveyard beside it and bodies strung up its branches, Lucy tries to use diplomacy and make peace but it begins strangling her with a root from underground and Lincoln lights it up with an energy blast, both white and shimmering, the thing screams in agony as it slowly dies. Lucy holds Lincoln and remembers him being the only person she can trust.

Lincoln and Lucy unofficially start working with militia for credits, a form of pay that's accepted among other outpost camps and areas run by militia.

~X~

At age 19 and 16, Lincoln and Lucy hunt down some kind of giant with parasites, easy prey for them, they become infamous among other mutants for how powerful they are compared to most with Lincoln being the more brutal of the two and Lucy's frightening telekinetic prowess earning them various monikers, most notably the 'witch and her demon' rumored to be a pair of unknowns but with their features being so common and no noticeable deformities, they pass off as regular mutants most of the time.

The two decide to head back to Las Vegas to put some of their 'demons' to rest.

While in Nevada, the two find a cult dedicated to them (he's not comfortable remembering how he had to deal with them).

Still in Nevada, Lincoln single-handedly beats down two the most powerful mutants in the dead-zone and a group amassed at about 500, none of them pushovers and effectively ending a civil war between mutants that was started by someone Lincoln and Lucy thought dead.

Lincoln displays a wide range of abilities that people say he shouldn't have, while most that saw it as proof and cemented him as a monster that stands above mutant kind, some getting rather fanatical.

Lucy continues to turn down boys and girls who approach her, Lincoln tries to encourage her to date and she becomes noticeably angry with him, he tries to make it up to her with a 'fake date' that slowly becomes more and more real. Lincoln starts feeling something and not just in himself but in Lucy that is confirmed when she makes a pass at him.

Lincoln and Lucy share their first kiss and agree to take it slow.

The two meet a tiny black cat and Lucy once again convinces Lincoln to adopt, this time she would name their new companion.

~X~

At age 20 and 17, Lincoln and Lucy are in bed feverishly making out and as Lincoln is on top of her about to penetrate, she has a flash of images then throws and holds him against a wall nearly crushing his ribs.

She tearfully tries to apologize as he attempts to console her.

2 weeks later they make their way to Colorado having to ditch their newest motor bike and Lucy has been trying to bridge the physical barrier between them by enticing him. (That was just a week ago)

~X~

At age 16 and 13, Trashcan is killed by raiders, Lincoln kills all of them in blinding rage, he would never be the same.

Lincoln watches as Lucy and her 'boyfriend' abandons Lincoln and takes off with all their supplies.

Lincoln finds them 4 days later, Lucy having been ditched and left at the mercy of a group of S&M leather cladded women that just stare at her as she falls to the floor and the same thing happens to him. (no)

Lincoln is beaten and broken while he is missing his left arm and is stabbed in multiple areas (no) as he is forced to watch his sister stripped nude held down as a ma- (NO!)

~XxX Back to Now XxX~

*INHALE* *EXHALE*

"So what was I talking about again, forget it, so me and Luce met lots of people, some of them good, some not so much, and every time we ran into someone who was bigger and stronger than us, we'd find a way out of that mess and get stronger for it. The long short of it is we've survived the worst and now we're the best and that's not arrogance talking we can back it up.

I'll be honest I got more powers than I know what to do with and if I were to break 'em down for you we'd be here all day. Thankfully Lucy's is more manageable, as you no doubt seen, she's got telekinesis and you might recall a bit of it earlier in my recap but she's also an empath and if you're not comic savvy like me, that's not telepathy, she can read and influence emotions so to speak, she can pick up on what you're feeling and if you're being honest or however she put it, beats me.

She can do something else with her mind, I forgot what she called it but I just call it mind-sight, she sees with her mind I guess but usually when she's sitting still and that's just about it. I mean I have like a bunch powers but I guess she doesn't need that many, not when you can do the things she can, oh boy.

I mean she can pick up boulders no problem, put everyone in a daze like they're drugged out, it's hard just to get near her with that force field up and she's like a lie detector, she's usually how we know it's safe to approach people.

But I've found out the hard way that we're not alike, when she gets hurt, that stays… like a normal person, me, I get stabbed through the chest or anywhere else important and I can walk that off, her, she dies" He takes a moment to look at her sleeping form, Lucy and Salem peacefully rest as he looks away and goes back to his backpack.

Lincoln pulls out a blood stained, black and white checkered collar, Trashcan's collar. He was a brown and white beagle with black spots, the thing looked mangy and gross when Lucy found him, it was a common occurrence, Lucy wanting to adopt a random animal, with her being empathic she was as she put it 'Especially attuned to the suffering of others' and though she couldn't read minds, Lucy could sort of pick up on what you felt and understand what you were 'telling' her, she makes it a habit to respond like you were conversing with her, all without you having to say anything, she could transmit her feelings to you and have you know or even feel what she's feeling, in short you could have a conversation with Lucy without using words, raw emotion, no lies, no misinterpretations just feelings.

When Lucy presented Trashcan to Lincoln, he told her no, like so many other times but this time was different for Lucy, maybe because the poor thing was sick and she could feel it or maybe she knew Lincoln was tired of saying no and really wanted the pup too. Whatever the case, in a battle of wills, Lincoln's crumbled beneath the combined puppy dog eyes of Trashcan and Lucy, the first of very few times he ever saw from her, he gave in and life was better for it.

Lincoln was initially against a pet knowing what goes into one, the extra food and care that goes into him, to not only keep him safe but themselves too. Lincoln and Lucy felt the familiar feeling of unconditional love, the kind they've been in need of for some time since leaving Smitty's work camp, but all good things must come to an end.

One year, one fucking year was all they got with Trashcan, it went from being a smol boy to a big boy in the blink of an eye and though it meant having to get more food, life was pleasant… enough. There is a rule when finding animals, 'Check for tags', if they belong to someone, leave it be, chances are you piss off a lot of people when you kill their pets on accident, but Trashcan was no accident.

It was just a random afternoon, it was sunny, peaceful, Lincoln and Lucy were in a quiet settlement when suddenly a bullet zipped by and pierced Trashcan's neck as a flurry of bullets rained down on the place and took out as many gun toting army boys as possible. When everyone had taken cover, Lincoln had to watch as his dog bled out in front of him, Lucy wasn't with them at the moment, it was just Lincoln, comforting his dying dog, listening to him whine in pain and breathe his lasts breaths. When Trashcan's body went cold, something broke inside of Lincoln and he took the fight to the raiders.

Raiders, groups of people who move from place to place and take what they need however they want, people Lincoln had very little sympathy towards.

In less than five minutes, they were dead, all of them, 25 men and women, Lincoln was torn up and riddled with bullets but he didn't care, it was done, he was done with them. He made his way back to camp and everyone just stared at him, it was obvious, seeing a 16 year old mutant kill of a group of people singlehandedly alarmed them, Lucy being the exception… at the time and that would be the first of many instances of Lincoln's murderous rage which would drive a wedge between Lincoln and Lucy but eventually even that was mended.

Lincoln snaps out of his daze and puts the collar back in the bag as he looks back outside to see dawn breaking and hears Lucy groaning as she wakes up.

"Morning Lucy." Lincoln says with a bright smile on his face.

"Good mor- wait, Morning?" She asks sternly as she looks out to the sun greeting her, "You took the entire shift again?" She gets up and marches over to Lincoln, "How many times have we been over this, you don't need to take care of me anymore, I'm not your sister anymore, I'm your-"

"I know, I know you're my girlfriend now."

"I'm your PARTNER, I can pull my own weight, I can look out for us too, or I thought you believed that." She said dejected and he could feel it.

"Look you were tired if you sleeping through the entire night tells me anything and I can go days without sleep, you know that, this wasn't about protecting you, it was about you getting proper rest-"

"That's not the point, you need to let me help you, you're not alone in this anymore, you don't need to carry that burden by yourself, don't you trust me?" Lincoln's eyes widen a bit.

"Of course I do, I just…" He mumbles something under his breath.

"What was that?" Lucy asks both in anger and curiosity.

"I just didn't want to sleep tonight." Lucy pauses for a moment and opens her mouth.

"Are you having that dream again Lincoln?" She asks with curiosity.

"Yeah but I'll be fine, it's nothing-"

"It's not 'nothing' if it's keeping you up, do you want to talk about it?" Lucy asks knowing what dream plagues her love.

"Nah, we should get ready to move on out if we want to make time."

"… Alright Lincoln." She lets him have his way 'for now'.

In the early years it was often that Lincoln had few days he could sleep, people didn't care if you were kids or if you were tired, if anyone thought for even a second you had something worth taking then you had a target on your back and any danger was essentially doubled at night. Fortunately Lincoln's healing extended to all parts of him, including his brain, reducing the need to rest and cutting down the fatigue immensely, Lincoln had stamina to spare so he could continue any activity for long periods of time and paired with night vision, Lincoln could see the danger coming with no problem what so ever.

Lately ever since Lincoln and Lucy became a thing she had been adamant about 'pulling her weight' when it came to Lincoln's night watch or anything related to his protective nature. Even before they started dating she hasn't referred to Lincoln as her brother in years, this concerned Lincoln greatly until the revelation of their mutual attraction towards one another came forward but now it's as if Lucy is trying to wipe all traces of familial ties in their relationship, maybe it's better this way.

"So, we good?" Lincoln asked.

"I don't know," She pouts and turns slightly, "But you might be able to convince me to let you off the hook this time." She ended with a grin.

"Oh, well I know how to fix that." He walks over to her and turns her head to his as he locks lips with her, she was melting into it until her eyes snapped open and pushed him off.

"You had one, ALREADY?!" She angrily asked tasting ash on his breath.

"Uhh… yeah, sorry about that, hehe." He chuckled nervously, she does not like the taste of nicotine and tobacco in the morning or really ever.

"Sigh, let's just get ready."

Lincoln turns to the bags and suddenly Lucy appears to his side startling him as she often did in the past (the how is still a complete mystery to him) and gives him a peck on the cheek parting with smile on her face. That lasted all of two seconds before she let out a surprised yelp as Lincoln swatted her ass, she turns back to glare at his shit-eating grin, he just couldn't help himself.

-XxX-

Currently their bags were packed and Lincoln was brushing Lucy's hair as she was brushing Salem, just because you're living through the end-times doesn't mean you can't take an interest in your appearance.

Salem was easy to manage, she's been small for a long time almost no change in size, a full grown cat and she can still fit in between Lucy's palms. She purrs gently as Lucy finishes grooming her, the Loud duo are just glad it isn't bath day, Salem turns into a real monster and just hides in their shadows, she's a real bitch to clean up after getting soaked in filthy water but she's still around so that has to count for something.

While Lincoln barely brushes or combs his own hair, it's still better than having to tend to a bunch of it like Lucy. At full length her hair reaches her mid-back, it's kept neat and experience had taught Lincoln how to be delicate with a lady's hair if he wants to keep living, but man was this getting tedious. It wasn't every day that Lincoln tended to Lucy's mane but he wasn't doing anything else.

"Man you got a lot of hair Luce, you planning on cutting it any time soon?" As he asked that the room got noticeably colder and a chill went up his spine while Salem leapt off Lucy's lap.

"No, why do you ask?" Lucy asked with an edge to her voice.

"N-no reason, I just remembered you looked cute with shorter hair." He panicked as a bead sweat ran down his forehead.

Lucy's mood lightened as a smile formed on her face and Lincoln could feel the mood easing too.

"Well, thank you but that's still a no." She said.

'You got lucky Linc,' He thought to himself as he goes back to brushing and hears Lucy chuckle.

"Hmm?" He tries to get her attention.

"It's nothing just remembering when you had long hair." They both share a laugh.

"Oh my God, don't remind me, it got caught in everything." He chuckles.

"And guys kept asking if you were my sister."

The empty building echoed with their laughter as they enjoyed their relative peace.

-XxX-

The trio are making their way down the desolate road walking side by side, though anyone watching won't be able to see it, Lucy has erected a telekinetic dome over them like an umbrella. Lincoln and Lucy are snaking on some jerky from their rations.

Although Lucy's face gives nothing away, Lincoln's obviously tells you that he is just done with jerky, they've had this for breakfast for the last week straight, jerky and canned goods, that's all they had left of their MRE's, if they had known most of Colorado was such a mess, they would have thought to stock up more. Not even so much as an outpost stationed anywhere in the straight line they made through the state and after they ran out of gas, they had to leave their bike behind, no use lugging that thing around when there was nothing for miles not even drifters to hitch a ride from or raiders looking to steal it.

Speaking of bikes, Lincoln and Lucy had gone through nearly a dozen or so motor bikes over the years and admittedly even if given the choice between a car and a motorcycle the couple would still choose the cycle.

Lincoln let's out an audible sigh.

"What's wrong Lincoln?" Lucy asks.

"It's nothing just, kinda wishing we still had our bike, it'd really make this easier."

"Sigh, I know what you mean, I too miss riding upon our metal chariot, the wind in my hair, the engine purring like that of a beast- *"The vibrating seat"* the vibrat- NO!" She yells as Lincoln lets out a laugh.

"Yeah I'll miss the old Loud Hog #7, but she ran out of fuel and all the other cars were stripped clean already, we couldn't drag it along, I mean we could but I didn't want to, better to just hide it and keep moving."

"Sigh"

-XxX-

A few hours later, the trio see something ahead. Some kind of tall barricade made with trucks and cars stacked on top of each other, it looks like it stretches from left to right for miles and behind the barricade is a wire gate.

"Lincoln, do you suppose that was there for the deathclaws?" Lucy asked.

"Maybe, it could also be for anything really, maybe there's people, maybe ther-" He pauses as he looks up.

Lincoln sees a blur zip by and takes a few steps back and the blur stops as Lincolns identifies a young woman, blonde, peachy skin tone, white crop-top t-shirt and blue overall shorts.

He blinks wide-eyed and dumbfounded as the girl looks back to him and he sees the surprise in her bright blue eyes and flies back down to the ground as Lincoln loses track of her.

"I- did you see that luce?" He asked her.

"No, what happened?"

"There was a girl and she was flying."

"Interesting, I guess there's people then." Lucy concluded.

Now that the two knew there were people and maybe other mutants they were reinvigorated with the drive to reach this new 'hopefully pleasant' settlement.

"Then I guess you know the drill?" Lincoln said to Lucy.

She nodded and fixed her hair so her front bangs covered her eyes as Lincoln pulled out a pair of black shades and slips them on. Sure the skin might give them away for anyone who questions it but at least people can go about their business, not gawk and make a scene.

Lincoln made his way up the piles of cars, and as he makes it to the top he looks back to where Lucy was and sees she's gone, he goes stone-faced and looks to the other side and finds Lucy and Salem on the other side of the gate as he sighs.

"So did you go over or under this time?" He asks lamely.

She grins and walks away as Lincoln jumps over the gate and lands silently.

With her telekinesis Lucy can easily lift herself over the car pile and be done with the obstacle and Salem can pull people and objects into her shadow, move about and reemerge past obstructions.

Either one of the trio could have demolished the piled-up makeshift barricade, the gate and anything else in their path but for the sake of 'appearing normal' they took the extra effort to leave the divider intact.

Seconds within their first steps past the gate and they could feel the air was different, behind the gate they come from was a dry cold atmosphere that wreaked of death but on the other side the air was cool, not cold but cool and crisp and it was filled with life if you were to compare it to the air behind the gate, you could even begin to hear birds chirping, fucking weird.

A few hours later the two Louds make their way down a dirt road and are surprised when the barren fields give way to foliage and soon they see a farm. A big red barn with an equally large silo beside a field filled with crops all encompassed by a wooden fence, and just outside of the fence is a big house, a beige-ish color and as the Louds make their way towards the house they pass a sign reading 'Kent Farms'.

END

[I am still too close to the beginning of the story to do any AN worth writing which sucks because I really want to be more interactive with the readers or anyone who wants to hear my rambling. So anyway I planned most this story in advanced as I believe you should lest you get fed up with what you're doing in FF, I have my beginning, middle and end figured out, my A-Z it's just writing from A to B that that's actually hard for me, does anyone feel that way when they write?

On another note, in the description I wrote that this was my first story posted and while that's not un-true here on FF, it's still not true. I used to write crappy fanfics on deviant art like 8 years ago but I never really cared much to go back and improve and I was too embarrassed to read comments and had way too much of a fragile ego to take criticism then.

On tumblr I got into my SMUT phase and kinda went all out there, but I didn't care for any messages sent my way because I still couldn't take criticism and just stopped posting for a few years and after the you know what in tumblr 2018 that account got deleted and now that I want the criticism it's irrelevant at this point, now I'm here at FF trying to write and improve for the sake of wanting to be better.

I'm planning for this story to be long (maybe a few years long) so I can see my own improvement but not regret what I've written previously. But on a more important note this story is going to be 70% serious plot driven story and 30% smut overall and as we get way further down the line the sexual content will become more apparent and frequent so if that's not your cup of tea, you've been vaugely warned.

Also somewhere down the line in the story we'll have a more in-depth review of mutants and how they are organized.

Thank you for reading]