I look at the many graves around me—too many graves, too many casualties to this world. People I couldn't save, losses I'd give anything to not have to carry. Staring at the open grave before me, I recite, "Those who have crossed with direct eyes, to death's other kingdom, remember us—if at all—not as lost, violent souls, but only as the hollow men."
Rated: T - English - Supernatural/Horror - Chapters: 22 - Words: 118,594 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 1/6/2020 - Published: 10/27/2019 - Daryl D., Michonne, OC, Aaron - Complete