Here are the ages of who's left:
Rick-34
Carol-51
Carl- 14
Brooke- 15
Chloe- 9
Glenn- 24
Maggie- 23
Daryl- 44
Michonne- 31
Some things have happened in the past year. I don't talk as much as I use to. People have died. My best friend, Beth died. Other people too. I wipe a few tears from my eyes. Andrea. Governor. Merle. And a few more. There's just a few of us left. Me, Chloe, Michonne, Daryl, Carol, Glenn, Maggie, Rick, Carl, and Judith. We met a few others along the way. A few doctors actually. And the trick that killed Beth. I wanted to stab out both of her eyeballs but Rick and Michonne held me back. She better be glad too. Michonne has opened up to me. She told me that the two walkers were her boyfriend and her boyfriend's friend. She also said that the reason she kept them to suffer was because they were drug addicts and left her three year old son to be torn to pieces by walkers. I cried while she told me the whole story. When the governor slaughtered Hershel, I was about to kill myself when she decided it was her turn to adopt us. That made me really happy. I was then, sitting on a swing in the city that Rick made to protect us from the walkers. Kinda like Woodbury but safer. "Brooke, it's time to eat!" Chloe said. I slowly got up and walked into the house. "How are you?" Rick asked me. He was feeding Judith in her high chair. "I'm fine." I said playing with my food. Michonne sitting on one side of me and Glenn on the other. I told Maggie she is still my sister even though Michonne has adopted us. Rick gathered us all here to celebrate what we have created. This place is pretty cool. It has a school, a hospital, and even a go cart track! We all live in different house though. Maggie and Glenn live together, Rick, Judith, and Carl live together, Daryl and Carol live together, and Chloe and I live with Michonne. Over the year, I think Carol and Daryl likes each other. They just don't want to admit it. Its been great since Rick made this city. He's like my third father. Hershel was my second. Daryl and Glenn are more of a brother figure. After we ate, Michonne, Chloe, and I walked across the small city to our house. I took a shower, changed into pajamas and got ready for bed. I heard Michonne and Chloe giggling. Michonne must be tickling her. She does that a lot. She's really cool. I just wish my parents survived all of this. I miss them.
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Living With The Dead
NezařaditelnéBrooke has been alone with her little sister since a week after the apocalypse began. That was when she was thirteen. Now she's fourteen and has to act fast with the only weapon, a katana, that use to be her father's but when she's finds a group, ch...
