Prologue: A Room Painted Red

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This is the prologue of Book Three of The Walking Dead: Purgatory
Hope you enjoy

My father stands before me, his bloody machete in his grasp.

Blood is splattered on my face, on my sweater, and all over my father's clothes and hands.

I  sit against the wall of the living room, cowering from the horror I  have witnessed. My father breathes heavily, tired out from  slaughtering Victor with his weapon.

Victor's mutilated body lay in front of my father, his organs and brains scattered across the wooden floor and around his corpse.

My name is Lisbeth.

And my father just killed a man, right in front of me.

"It's alright now...you're safe", my father says calmly, "You're safe...my little wildflower."

I  stare at nothing, shaking. My father kneels down in front of me and  gently touches my face with his bloodied hand. I slightly flinch, but I  let him because I'm terrified right now.

My father stands up,  letting the morning sunlight hit his face. The machete falls from his  hand and onto the floor, the blade coated with blood. He then slowly walks into his office, shutting the door behind him. I wrap my arms around my knees, shaking, staring at Victor's  dead body.

Only now do I realize: my father is dangerous.

I  climb to my feet and run to the front door. I escape onto the street,  and there's hardly anyone around. Then I just run. I run down the street  heading towards the east wall.

My long, dark brown hair sways back and forth behind my head.

I  finally reach the large, concrete wall. With no one on duty, I check to  make sure there's no one around, then I climb the ladder that lay  against the wall. Now on the relatively large walkway, I pull up the  heavy ladder I climbed up on, and drop it outside of the wall. I quickly  climb down the ladder, eager to escape my father and the rest of  the...society. When my shoes touch the concrete of the ground, I get  this feeling of dread.

Maybe it's not dread. Maybe it's some other feeling like when you leave home for a long time.

I take a deep breath, and I run down the road to nowhere.

So that was the prologue

Reckoning will be more deadly than ever

In case you were wondering, Victor, Lisbeth, and her father were all from Wildflower in Survivors' Tales

ps. EvanDL hope you like the machete's return XD

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