Vivienne Dixon is ten years old and alive. She knows she's alive because that's what her name means. The name Vivienne originates from ancient Rome and was used as a variant of the name Viviana. It is derived from the Latin word 'vivus' meaning 'ali...
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𝗽𝗿𝗲-𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: filler chapter!!!!
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When I wake up, it's daytime again, and we're somewhere completely new. After the CDC exploded, we decided to drive to Fort Benning, but Glenn says the highway alone is two days away. It's been a day and also a night, and we're still driving.
Daddy looks all tense, and I don't blame him. I was startin' to believe that maybe we could'a stayed at the CDC for a while, not just a day and a night. Jenner seemed nice enough until he tried to blow us up, but he had his reasons, I guess.
And Daddy did try to kill him. Shane too.
My list has gotten longer, which I'm not too happy about. Not happy at all.
Ed Peletier – killed by a Walker, Shane shot him. Amy Harrison – killed by a Walker and Andrea shot her. Thirteen other Camp members who I don't think I've ever spoken to – all killed by Walkers and shot by different people. Allison Penny – killed by a Walker, and I stabbed her. Jim (I'm not sure what his last name is) – he was bitten and not dead, but we left him tied to a tree. Jacqui (I'm not sure of her last name either) - she killed herself, Vi blew her up. Edwin Jenner - he killed himself, Vi blew him up.
I really, really, really hope my list doesn't get any longer. We're down to only a few people now. There's me 'n' Daddy, Lori, Carl and Rick, Shane, Carol and Sophia, T-Dog, Andrea, Dale and Glenn. Which sounds like a whole lot, but me, Carl and Sophia are pretty much useless. So, technically, that's only nine people.
My leg doesn't hurt so much now that it's all stitched up. I do hope that what Jenner said was true. That him and Jacqui suffered no pain, that they went quickly. I know what being set on fire is like and it's not nice.
Trees whizz past us like fireworks out the window. I have my arms resting on the open windowsill, my hair is flying about all over the place - Amy's pink hairband is on my wrist.
I didn't have a chance to change, so I'm still wearin' the same thing 's yesterday, which I don't mind too much. Turns out, Daddy put my pink shoes in the back of the trunk, so I switched them yesterday, as I do really like the pink ones.
