What If Zack Never Died Contest
Returning Home"Are you sure we're going in the right direction, Zack?" A voice lined with worry questions, probably for the tenth time.Returning Home by ~WolfenAlchemist
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"It should be-" A stronger voice, Zack, says, pausing to catch his breath, "Just over there! Just cool, Cloud."
"You should take a break! You're still healing Zack!" Cloud pleas.
"And so are you! And you're doing just fine!"
"You got shot more!"
"You had mako poisoning!"
"Girls, Girls! Your both pretty! Now, Zack, lead the way!" An angered, yet sarcastic voice breaks in. "before I give both of you another thing to be healing!" Both boys were silent. What was most surprising was Zack's lack of smart ass reply.
"Zack, you ok?" Both Cloud and Tifa ask, almost together.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah." The raven head mumbles, barely looking back.
". . .Ohhh. I get it." Tifa mumbles.
"Someone's special puppy is nermmphf!" Cloud sings, then half suffocates on a face full of black spikes. Jumping back, Cloud asks "What's with the sudden stop, Pup?" with a slight hint of aggrava
Change of FateHe hadn't bothered to keep track of how many days they had been running. Even if he did he would lose count, for the days all seemed to blur together. Now, out in the wilderness, miles away from hell, Zack was focused on the most important mission of his life: escape. He and Cloud were getting out of this alive, or they'd die trying.Change of Fate by ~OhJayFMAManiac
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He was tired, traveling every day without fail until his limbs gave out from exhaustion. He couldn't stop for more than a few hours, or they would find him. So he kept going, one foot in front of the other, one step at a time towards Midgar, their final destination. All his thoughts and dreams of Aerith kept him going. She was still there, hopefully still waiting for him after all these years.
They traveled through most of the day and much of the night. Zack draped Cloud's limp arm around his shoulders, and they trudged on. His luck had run out. Cissnei, one of the Turks, had helped him out by loaning him a motorcycle with