My brother and I are survivors. We were stolen from our old life. Mark he is 12, and Im 13. Its been about 3 months since the infection broke out killing most of the human population, just so they could come back and try to eat the living. When the infection broke out our parents got bit. So I killed them. I didn't want to see my parents change into those things. After that we packed up all the stuff we could and got out of the city. Luckily the year before my dad taught me how to drive. So, Mark and I packed water bottles, food, weapons, ammo, and clothes and now, we are here in a house out in the middle of nowhere.
I made sure that we both had weapons on us at all times. Mark had 2 pistols fully loaded in holsters along with my dad's machete. I had my bow and a crap ton of arrows a pistol and my dad's knife. I don't know how many of those things that I've killed, but I had to teach Mark how to shoot so he could defend himself if he needed too. But now we are just sitting here. Alone. Missing our parents and the life that we once knew. But I guess this is life now. Even though I would rather have the one that was Stolen from us, this messed up world that we now live in is life. Life now is where you can never let you guard down.
Life is all about survival now.
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Stolen (A Carl Grimes fanfiction)
FanfictionStolen from her so beloved old life, Skylar has been on her own since the very beginning. Everything has been stolen from her. Her life. Family. And even the old Skylar. One day she ran across some survivors. After being cold, hungry, and in need...
