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"Lord help my
poor soul"
-𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐞
"be the hope
the world needs"000.
Lavender knew from a young age what the world was about. Being left on the doorstep of her older brother as a baby where he was forced to raise her at only eighteen. He had escaped the cruel conditions of their parents just to be left with one last 'fuck you' only a year after he left. Their life wasn't ideal, but Lavender finds herself longing for those times back. The harsh conditions of the dying world around them made the verge of poverty seem like paradise in comparison. Lavender was only twelve when her life ended. But she found herself standing tall at fourteen with a knife in her hands and blood on her plain white tshirt. Hope was lost, and the dead have risen. Biting away at anything their rotting hands could get ahold of. Sinking their discolored teeth into the flesh of millions of poor souls who would go on to do the same things. It's a cycle that would one day lead to the extinction of the human race as a whole.But Lavender stood tall at fourteen, surviving against all odds with her older brother and only friend in this wilting world.
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the characters
000.
Lavender Crook
Vada Garcia
Noah Crook── •✧• ──
𝐓𝐖𝐒!!!
this fic contains violence, injury,
death, grief, harsh language, mental
illness, mentions of addiction,
Suicide, violenceIf anything on that list makes
you uncomfortable, be weary.
I'll always put a warning first
thing on a chapter that may
include sensitive topics── •✧• ──
" Hell is empty,
All the devils are here "
- 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫warning: this book will be relatively short, most likely only covering the prison era (in the time-skip between s3-s4), but it will be stretched across many chapters
enjoy ;)
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daisies on the windowsill ; carl grimes
Fanfiction"you don't know shit about how the world works." "and you do?" - In which, Lavender Crook finds a somewhat trustworthy group of survivors and has to learn to survive off o...