Chapter 9

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"Don't be too hasty," she warned. "Conserve your strength. If you're too eager to fight the undead, you may find yourselves joining them. Then you'd never see us again, and we'd be very sad."
"Yes," said Christian. "I'd cry into my pillow every night." I resisted the urge to kick him.
"Well, I couldn't visit if I was Strigoi, yeah, but hopefully I'd just die a normal death. Then I could come see you as a ghost."

Richelle Mead

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After the betrayal by Jack and his group, Violet and her friends knew that they couldn't let their guard down. They had to be vigilant and always be prepared for any threat that might come their way.

One day, while they were out looking for supplies, they came across a group of survivors who were being attacked by a swarm of zombies. Without hesitation, Violet and her group sprang into action and helped the survivors fend off the attack.

The survivors were grateful and asked if they could join Violet and her group. They had been wandering alone for weeks and were desperate for a safe place to stay.

Violet was hesitant at first. She knew that they were already struggling to feed and protect their own group, and adding more people to the mix would only make things harder. But she also knew that it was the right thing to do.

So, they took the survivors back to their warehouse and did their best to make them feel welcome. They shared their supplies and made room for them to stay, even though it meant sleeping on the floor.

As time went on, the survivors proved to be a valuable addition to their group. They worked hard and were always willing to lend a hand. They even helped Violet and her friends build a new barricade around the warehouse, making it even more secure than before.

But one night, their safety was threatened once again. A horde of zombies had broken through their barricade and were now inside the warehouse.

Everyone panicked, running in all directions. But Violet knew that they couldn't let the zombies take over. She rallied her friends and led them in a fight against the undead.

It was a fierce battle, and they were slowly losing ground. They had run out of ammunition, and their weapons were starting to break. It seemed like there was no way out.

That's when Violet made the ultimate sacrifice. She grabbed a Molotov cocktail and ran towards the horde of zombies. She lit the bottle and threw it, setting the zombies on fire.

In the chaos that followed, Violet was bitten by one of the zombies. She knew that it was the end for her. She asked her friends to take care of the others and to keep fighting.

And with that, Violet passed away, leaving behind a group of survivors who were inspired by her bravery and sacrifice.

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