JULIETTE GRAVES SAT IN the cool cell that she called home. With a book in her two hands, and the occasional chatter from the cellblock, the almost eighteen year old girl felt at peace. As peaceful as anyone's situation could get.
Every couple of hours, a new face would pop in the doorway. Beth, Scout, Carol, Carl, Rick, Maggie, Glenn, and sometimes even Daryl. Jules would laugh along with them, or even laugh at them if the opportunity presented itself.
Until the cell turned cold, and the candle that illuminated the photograph of her younger sister on the small table in the corner blew out. Her laughter subsided as an eerie silence replaced it, now feeling a longing in her heart.
She stepped out from the prison cell turned bedroom, and was met with no one. There was no signs of anyone, like they had never been there in the first place.
. . . RILEY'S NOTES
omg this is finally finished!?
thank you to everyone who
stayed this long and read this
entire story! it seriously means a
lot <3 !
however, this series is still far
from being finished! :)
book 2 is out now!
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 ﹙the walking dead﹚¹
Romance❝ your hands . . . ❞ ❝ what about my hands? ❞ ❝ they're cold. ❞ ﹙twd fanfic﹚ ﹙book 1 of 3﹚ ﹙oc x oc﹚ ﹙seasons 1 - 4﹚ ﹙slight oc x daryl﹚ ﹙© heartsforiley , 2023﹚
