Great, great fic! I loved your character voices, you got them just right, and the fic had very nice rhythm and pacing.
Also, pretty much all the dialogue/descriptive passages were awesome, but these bits, oh, these were made of gold:
They came out more quickly after that, the way toothpaste glides out easier after you’ve squeezed off the gross little plug of hardened paste that forms when someone can’t seem to replace the cap after use.
So saying, he dug out his laptop, ensconced himself comfortably on the bed with it, and promptly fell asleep.
“You have avenging zombie in your hair,” Sam pointed out.
The weeping core of Sam’s brain cried out feebly for bleach, even while the rest of it continued to boggle, pulling the shreds of its disbelief protectively, defiantly around itself.
the weight and speed of the bed-to-wall smacks
arranging his legs, which was always a monumental task in itself
the Zeppelin. It was better than brain bleach, Sam decided; more tuneful, and less burny. It would be okay.
The sun was shining, the road was clear, and the apocalypse shit suddenly seemed like a distant prospect. God was on their side. Things would be okay.// They were okay.
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Also, pretty much all the dialogue/descriptive passages were awesome, but these bits, oh, these were made of gold:
They came out more quickly after that, the way toothpaste glides out easier after you’ve squeezed off the gross little plug of hardened paste that forms when someone can’t seem to replace the cap after use.
So saying, he dug out his laptop, ensconced himself comfortably on the bed with it, and promptly fell asleep.
“You have avenging zombie in your hair,” Sam pointed out.
The weeping core of Sam’s brain cried out feebly for bleach, even while the rest of it continued to boggle, pulling the shreds of its disbelief protectively, defiantly around itself.
the weight and speed of the bed-to-wall smacks
arranging his legs, which was always a monumental task in itself
the Zeppelin. It was better than brain bleach, Sam decided; more tuneful, and less burny. It would be okay.
The sun was shining, the road was clear, and the apocalypse shit suddenly seemed like a distant prospect. God was on their side. Things would be okay.// They were okay.
*cuddles fic and saves for later re-reading*