Summary: After a plague ravages the world she once knew, Belle French stumbles out of Storybrooke’s psychiatric ward and into a land desecrated by war between the living and the dead. Caught up by a group of survivors, led by an unshakable sheriff and a pawnbroker with the blackest of humors, Belle will have to reconcile her memories with the brutality of a world that only knows how to eat and be eaten.
Notes: It’s a little bit of a shorter chapter, but the next update will be soon. Hint-Look closely at the details. ;)
“You killed him!” Belle cried, her voice more shrill than she’d ever heard it. Her shoulder hit the front bumper of a yellow bug parked on the curb, trapping her between the man with the axe and the dead body. Pointing a finger to the twisted body crumbled only feet away, she began to shake uncontrollably. “You k-killed-”
“No, duck, no,” Jefferson shook his head, leaning on his brush axe’s handle. He crouched more comfortably, elbows on his thighs and inclining his head toward her morosely. “He was already gone.”
And that’s all I have to say about that.