𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑈𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 {}𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚！𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟{}

{}Sneaking around{}

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The songs before the chapters are songs that I feel like Clementine would listen to! :,))
Please give constructive criticism! This is my first book! :)) Enjoy!!

I've been alone for around three years now. The world is getting worse, harder to find food, more walkers showing up everyday. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so alone, it's getting harder to survive on my own..Though I am only 16..but I manage most of the time.
My older brother, Joesph, used to take care of me, ever since we got separated during a herd attack I've been teaching myself to survive and thrive off my surroundings. I'm glad he left me his Walkman to keep me company and to remember him, even though it needs new batteries.

The forest isn't so bad.. I thought to myself as I walked around, attempting to find some kind of shelter. Suddenly, a twig snapped behind me, and a groan broke the silence. I spun myself around, retrieving my knife from the holder. The walker grew closer, and I readied myself for it. It got close enough for me to kick its leg in and stab it's decaying head. The walker fell to the ground.
I sighed, putting my knife back into its holder. I continued to walk down a random deer trail. My stomach started to growl, I clutched it in pain. I haven't eaten in days..I need to find food soon.. I saw something in the distance, a building with a tall fence, it didn't look abandoned, so I steadily approached, making sure not to show myself to anyone that may happen to live there.
I hid behind a thick oak tree and scoped the area out. I saw someone behind the thick gate, it looked like a small child with an afro. I couldn't see him too well, but I couldn't risk to get closer.
"Don't. Move." I heard a voice behind me. I jumped in fear, slowly putting my hands up. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" A male voice spoke sternly. "I-I just stumbled upon this place, I swear, I'm alone and I don't have a group, I swear to leave and never come back, just please don't hurt me-" I was cut off. "Stop talking." The voice approached me, and I was knocked out by the back of some kind of gun.