FOUND LANDS.
prologue, communities.
[ original episode ]
WHEN THE WORLD ENDED a lot of people died. But some people survived the first wave. Then a lot more died in the second wave. Then the bombing started in the big cities. Atlanta, New York City, Miami, Los Angelas. A lot of lives were lost because of that too.
The army got overrun next. People in refugee camps were killed. People killed other people for their food, their water, the clothes on their back. People hurt others.
But communities were built from the ground up. Walls were built, crops were planted. People found their way to these communities.
Some of these places were heaven and some were hell. Some had tyrant leaders and others had leaders that would throw themselves to the walkers for their communities.
The red haired girl stands with her arms crossed as the old man complains and complains and complains.
She rubs her eyes tiredly. His voice was so annoying. The man with long hair pinches her arm. She yelps and the old man shut up.
"Is there a problem, Cori?" He asks.
"Yeah, Gregory, I have a problem with your ugly face." Says the girl.
Miles away in another community, a woman stands with her arms crossed as the man speaks with her and the leader of this community.
"Eric and I are planning on making a big run to look for people soon," the man says.
"How far out?" Asks the leader.
"Pretty far. About fifty miles maybe?" He says, unsure. "As far as it takes to find people."
"Take the RV," the woman speaks up. "In case you find a bigger group."
The man nods, "that's a good idea, Kathleen."
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found lands → the walking dead ³
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