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She was running as fast as her legs can go, her hands gripping around her machete, slashing any rotter in her way.
The branches from the trees smacking her in the face, small cuts forming as thorns sliced her bare arms.
She managed to find a small house on the outskirts of the forest, bustled between vines that grew on the sides of it.
She needed to find a way to survive, to live.
She was lost and alone, alone in this scary, dark world.
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The archer| Daryl Dixon
FanfictionShe was fighting all her life and so was he, maybe that's why they were such a good pair. In which the archer fell in love with the badass. ______________ I don't own any of these character except for my oc! Still in the process of making it and m...
