So apparently now I am doing Camp NaNo! I am using my OBB story for it. Completely starting over because my plot decided to do a few backflips, turn three of my four main characters into goddesses or their descendant, and begin transforming the fourth into a Grim Reaper. Also now it is a horrible angst-fest, what do you know! The two MC's who were supposed to be "gotten together" in this story now have already dated and broken up, prior to the story beginning, after one character served as an Army doctor in Afghanistan and ended up being haunted by a comrade-in-arms he saw get mostly blown up (not, like, emotionally - literally) and wound up partially crippled with a shattered psyche. Apparently he decided that his younger boyfriend deserved someone more happy and whole (which is not the bad part) even though these two were like desperately fucking in love with each other (that is the bad part). He'd even bought a ring to propose with. But then I guess he decided breaking his boyfriend's heart would be the better way to go, idk. BASICALLY IT IS A RIDICULOUS ANGST-FEST and then there's a paranormal underworld and the MC discovered his friends are not what they appear to be~ (re: goddesses and their descendant) and then he is a psychopomp! It is good times. It is also the most convoluted thing I have ever written, which is saying something.

HAVE AN EXCERPT:

The flutter of wings. I opened my eyes to the stars stretching high over the sand. Zach was sitting beside me. He was facing away from me, legs crossed Indian-style, hands in his lap, head tilted back.

“Hell of a way to go, Doc, huh?” he said, “Blown to fucking hell. I guess I should have figured. Nice that they give you a choice though. Stay or go. Not that I was going to leave, but it’s nice that they offered.”

“What - “ I pushed myself up grabbing at my shoulder where the bullet had caught me. I felt no pain and when I looked down there was no blood, no wound, no tear in my uniform - if I did not know better I’d say that I had never been shot at all. “Zach, what are you talking about.”

“How I got blown up, mostly,” he said. “Not great conversation, but I’ve had some time to think. And I think that’s really shitty. The fact that I got blown up. I mean, my family is waiting for me back home. My parents don’t have other kids. Shit, they didn’t want me to go, but what did I say? ‘I’m doing it for my country!’ What a bunch of bullshit. Me getting blown up didn’t do anybody any good. I’m just one more asshole who died trying to kill other people. Not that you’d understand, Doc. You were just trying to save people. Probably why you caught the bullet, and I caught the grenade. Universal justice.”

“Zach - “ I said, but all my words died in my throat when he turned to look at me. His face was mangled gore, looking like nothing more than blistering ground beef.

“Don’t worry, Doc,” he said, mouth turned up on one side, as if nothing had changed, only this time his smile was crooked because half of it was burnt away. “I’m not going anywhere. Someone’s got to look after you, right?”

SUSPENSE.