Honestly, I don't know my birthday. I have never celebrated Christmas, never gone trick-a-treating on Halloween. I've only been told stories about that stuff. My brother Carl who is 29 years old has been alive before this shit happened. I don't remember when my father died, I wasn't even a day old when my mum died. My brother tells me stories about him and my mum. He tells me about how great of a leader my dad was, how he kept everyone alive. I wish I could be like that, Carl tells me about all the people he has met, the people that have died for him or because of him. It haunts him every day. I have only ever known Carl, no one else really. Apart from the people I don't remember. I haven't lost someone I cared about. I am great full for that but Carl tells me that 'if you love someone, hurt is part of the package' he told me that an old friend said that.
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14 Years Later
RandomJudith Grimes, survivor of the zombie apocalypse is off to find the cure of the living dead. Judith's mother died during a C section, specifically her C section. Living with her brother she meets new survivors, makes and looses friends. Being fiftee...
